"Now go back to sleep, Mr. Matthews," Mr. Anderson ordered. You have many more questions, but you feel compelled to follow his command. You go back to the mattress still feeling rather strange. You feel uncomfortably heavy, as if you'd just put on a lot of weight quite quickly. You shrug the notion off and head to sleep.
As you drift off once again, more changes begin to take place. In your sleep you begin to grow a great amount of body hair. It spreads down your legs and arms quickly along with your chest and belly. Your usually flat and skinny torso begins to thicken. You pack on more weight, which gives you a slightly pudgy belly, but certainly not a fat one. Your arms begin to bulk up as more muscle and flab add to your previously slender biceps. Something was off. Mr. Anderson had said the transformation would stop at 22, but age begins to increase past that number. You waking up must have altered the effects of the spell. You lose all of the hair on the top of your head, leaving your head bald, smooth, and shiny. To make up for that, you begin to grow a beard which gives you a very masculine appearance. You look 30 if not 35 years old. Certainly older than what Mr. Anderson enticed you with. Unbeknownst to you, the wardrobe in your closet begins to alter. Your t-shirts and shorts become dress shirts and slacks. You acquire many pairs of suspenders and many ties. A belt is also at hand. Your old existence is mostly covered up, and you are almost a new man.
You wake up feeling heavy, warm, and comfortable. You glance first at your meaty fingers. You look down further to see your small belly, and you give it a tug. You stand up. Your body jiggles as you walk around. You still have to get used to this extra weight. You feel a draft on the top of your head. Normally, you'd be horrified at the notion of going bald, but you are unaware that you've been changed. You believe this has been how you have looked for many many years. You had to be at least 40 now. You make your way to the bathroom and you look in the mirror. Your soft, tired eyes stare back at you. You have lines in your face and forehead, but they don't look bad r out of place. You hear a knock at the door of the restroom. "Ahh, Mr. Matthews! Good morning to you sir." It was Mr. Anderson