After you hear the yelping noise from the other room, you lunge for the door handle, intending to run out. But something is wrong. You had decided to swap Paul and Lyle's skin types. You thought it might make Paul a bit less confident to have acne-ridden skin, and maybe it would help Lyle to break out of his shell a bit more. But when you look at your hand on the door handle, you see a much paler skin tone than you're used to. Oh no...
You release the doorknob, and walk cautiously to the mirror. You're completely aghast to see that your face is absolutely covered with acne. Everywhere you look, you see red splotches punctuated with white dots. Not to mention your complexion, which alternates between ghostly white and splotchy redness. It does not suit your dirty blond hair, and makes you look extremely conspicuous. Then you remember that the ring must have changed something else - one chosen change, one random one, that seemed to be the deal. You take stock of yourself hastily. Your height, eye color, foot size, belly fat, muscles (or lack thereof) all seem to be the same. You gulp. You've already taken off your shirt, revealing a chest equally plagued by zits. The curdled milk color of your skin looks no more appealing here. The only place left to check is behind your boxers.
You take a deep breath and drop them, and gasp, trying to keep your volume low. Where you used to have an average, respectably sized 6" tool, you're left with a meager 3 inches. You prod the pale tube, whose thin girth and floppy overhanging foreskin do nothing to hide it's short length. You were circumcised before, and the loose skin at the tip of your penis looks doughy and gross. You don't want to touch it, and the way you look now, you don't think anyone else will either. You were having trouble picking up guys before, and now, with your greasy skin and tiny penis, you're not sure you'll be able to find a guy anytime soon. You grab the ring, having seen enough, and try to use it. But no such luck. You remember the rules of the ring, that you'll have to wait till tomorrow to make another swap. You re-clothe yourself sadly, trying not to catch your own reflection in the mirror.
You put your hand on the door handle again, considering your next move, when you hear a gentle knock at the door. "[Name]?" It's Lyle's voice, soft-spoken and a little high-pitched. You gulp. What should you do? Maybe you could wait things out till midnight and try to switch back. But you're still not sure what went wrong with the ring. If you try to use magic for revenge, does it backfire? Or were you thinking of yourself when you kissed the ring? It seemed unlikely but you can't be sure. Maybe that's just not how the ring works. Lyle is still at the door, knocking again gently. "Is everything okay?" You should give some excuse or response, shouldn't you? It's time to make a decision, so you...