"As of about three minutes ago," Joscelin guesses. He gestures vaguely to his pale chest and the rags of his trousers. "Child size clothing no loner fits, and my voice has dropped at least an octave and a half." He rescues his phone and turns on the front facing camera. That's...his face, isn't it? This is all just too weird.

"Did you hear that booming sound just now and feel quite dizzy? Along with the bizarre sensation from yesterday? Something very odd is happening."

He isn't going to mention the fact that he had spent the previous 24 hours as a little girl.