"I wish you were some ugly, dumb fat chick!" shouts Rob.
In an instant, Bill's body had started to morph: each of his limbs puffed up, his torso swelled, and he could feel himself growing shorter but significantly heavier. At the same time, he felt his breasts swelling up to a seemingly impossible state of monstrously massive melons. Bill watched as his clothing suddenly changed shape as well: his jeans became purple sweatpants, his shirt became a pink and white striped blouse, and he could feel heavy bra straps cutting into his shoulders now to support the newly swollen boulders on his chest. Simultaneously, Bill felt his thought process become considerably cloudier. It hurt to think, and he now found himself feeling rather dull and vacant.
Rob laughed hysterically at the short, pig-faced, frizzy haired, pimply girl now standing in Bill's place.
"What happened to me?" Bill asked in a high-pitched but dull monotone.
"Nothing, lard-ass!" laughed Rob. "You've always been like that!"
"Yeah," mumbled Bill, looking down with vacant eyes at his new body. "I guess I always have been."