Even though this new, hairier, more muscled body is great, you’re just 15. You can’t even drive yet. Also, your school ID says you just began 10th grade, and you REALLY don’t want to put up with high school for 3 more years, so you give the carnie the money, and risk losing this perfect body.
You think about how many dices to roll. You think it must be at least 17, so 5 seems good. You roll the dices.
When they all stop, you’re astonished.
2 - 4 - 5 - 4
They add up to 15 again!
“Okay, so nothing changes.” you think. But then you remember that you have to become someone else.
Eyes wide open, fingers crossed.
As the familiar tingle runs up your spine, you think “Here we go again!”