Stan was a boy of age 14. He was about 5'8, had black hair, and was, in general, very curious. This came into play on one particular day, when he found something that changed his life, or more specifically, the lives of those around him.
Stan was walking down the street one day on a trip to his favorite video game store, when he noticed something a little odd. There was a man running about, and constantly looking over his shoulder. He was wearing anonymous clothing, and had a black, medium sized briefcase. He tripped over the curb in the sidewalk, then scarcely got to his feet and ran into an alleyway. After a minute, he came back, minus the suitcase, and ran down the road.
This phenomenon certainly intrigued Stan, to say the least, and he was drawn into the alleyway. It was the same, trashy place that it had always been. He then had an idea: he got to his knees and checked under the dumpster. Sure enough, the normal looking briefcase was right there. He smiled to himself. I wonder what's inside, he thought, as he examined the case. He then checked the time on his watch, and remembered his original plan when he left the house. "Hmm, I should probably head back home." he said to himself. He begin to walk out of the alley, then turned around. He thought for a moment, and then turned around and picked up the briefcase.
He opened the door to his house to find that unsurprisingly, no one was home. He put the briefcase on the kitchen counter and then was surprised to find it unlocked. "This just keeps getting weirder and weirder," he thought to himself as he opened the case. Inside were several rows of small white packages, with the words "Gx" written on all of them in black. "Whoa," he mused. He took a few out to see what they were like. They all had very fine print written on the backs of them. "What are these?" Stan said aloud. He was about to read the print when he heard a car pull in to the driveway. "Oh shoot, that must be mom." he mumbled as he hastily threw the merchandise back into the case. He then quickly ran up stairs to his bedroom and hid them underneath his dresser, just as he heard the door open.
"I'm home!" siad the familiar voice of his mother. He walked down the stairs. "Hi mom," he said. "Hey sweetie." she said as she hugged him, and Stan couldn't help but smile. His mom was a petite woman in her early 30's standing about 5'2 and with light brown hair. She was also by far the nicest and most gentle person Stan knew. "How was your day?" She asked the tireless question. "Oh, you know, pretty average." he managed to lie with a straight face. "Well, just you wait, I'll have dinner ready in just a minute." she said, flashing her ever present smile. Stan sighed. He loved his mom.
The next mourning, Stan remembered the suitcase, and opened it in his room. He grabbed a package, took a magnifying glass, and read the fine print silently. "This chemical is a transforming agent, which, if/when injected by a female human being, will cause between 5-6 Growth spurts, each spurt growing the female proportionally by about 6 inches each time. This will also cause an increase in metabolism and strength which is also proportional to the person who ingested it. Expect results within approximately 5 minutes of ingestion. Results may vary slightly." No way, thought Stan, this can't be real, it must have been a practical joke or something! However, as he began to doubt, he (as always) became a little curious...
He put the packet away and went downstairs...