Bill rushed out of the room and into the hallway. The entire wedding had erupted into pure chaos. People were passing by in several different states of undress. Women and men alike were groping themselves and struggling to remove their unnecessarily complex wedding garb. Bill's own bust had almost entirely spilled over the top of his purple dress and hadn't yet realized that a pair black, lace panties were wrapped around his right ankle.
"You!" yelled a scratchy old voice from a few yards away. Bill turned to see John's grandfather, Gregory, awkwardly pointing at him, his hand involuntarily shaking with tremors. Bill could barely understand the man's words but he could see tears forming in his eyes. "Why? Why have you? Please..."
"What?" Bill asked, surprised to hear a New Jersey accent come out of his mouth. He walked over to Gregory, quickly at first, then slowly after he realized how awkward it feels to take regular strides with a tight dress wrapped around your legs. When he reached Gregory, he bent forward and leaned his ear closer to the man's mouth. He audibly chucked to himself when he realized that his new breasts were propped up right next to the crippled man's face.
Gregory coughed and let out a burst of tears. "What did I do to you? Please give me back my body. I don't want to be old..."
"Huh," Bill said to himself as he leaned back up. "I guess these are yours then." Bill gave his breasts a quick squeeze then awkwardly slid them back into his dress. Not paying the original Alexis any mind, he walked down the hallway to see of someone else knew what was happening.