As Andrew went into the restaraunt, he cautiously sat at the table. Promptly a waitress came over and asked for his order, "One BLT please"he grumbled. Looking down at himself he was still shocked at his growing figure. He knew he hadn't applied too much ointment so he was slightly concerned about his growth. As he brought a hand to his face he felt the corse stubble, days ago this was just a dream, a fantasy, until he unwittingly got that potion. His hand drifted to his mustache, it felt softer to the touch and as he thought about it he was more impressed with it. All of the sudden Andrew had the urge to go to the bathroom, so he got up from his table and enter the stall. He quickly took a piss and was about to leave when his reflection caught his eye. He approached the mirror in fasination. His mustache had grown over his upper lip and was begining to curl by the edges of his lips. Also, the corse stubble seemed to merge into a small beard, but the prominent mustache stood out much more than his other facialy hairy features. He couldn't get over it. Weeks ago he hated mustaches, thought them old fashioned and sleezy, now he was almost in a trance looking at it. He brought his hand to his face and began twirling the edge of the stache, "What's happening to me?". I better get that BLT and head home, he thought rubbing his newly grown belly.