Paul focuses for a second, then breaks out into a large grin. "Alright, let's try this." He stares forward and kisses the ring. You hear a gentle flap and look to your left, seeing Paul. But different. He almost gets whiplash looking down, and his smile only widens. "Dude..." You're trying to adjust to the sight in front of you. Paul has always been a bit chubby since you the two of you were little. But now, he was a lot slimmer. As in, a LOT. Not rail thin, but close.
Your attention turns to the cop. He's looking down in horror, and an audible yelp leaves his mouth. His shirt has come loose. It had been tucked into his pants, but now it was hanging loose, open. Several buttons had popped off, with a sizeable belly peeking out. It mushroomed up from his belt, which must be painfully tight now. His slacks, which were loose before, were now tight as his slightly pudgy legs. Your eyes move up to his arms, which still look strong, but are surrounded with a layer of fat. From a jock to a muscle bear in no time flat.
"Body fat percentage," Paul explains without you asking. "I wish I was built like he is... was... but like, it was the best I could think of on the spot." You look him in the eyes, and he suddenly looks startled. "You look so different now. It's pretty weird." Paul laughs, but you notice he drops his eyes when he responds, odd for him. "What else got switched? Do you know?" You look him over. Paul thinks for a second, and looks at you. "No, not sure right now. We should probably, like... get out of here. I don't want to get shot if he keeps freaking out." He nods his head at the rounded cop. He grabs your arm. "Come on."