Chad blinked in the bright bathroom light. He stared at his reflection. His skin was shiny, smooth and hairless. There was a smooth space between his legs where his manhood belonged. He looked like a frigging Ken doll. His limbs were stiff too. Like a Ken doll, Chad's knees didn't bend. He discovered his fingers were fused together when he tried to turn the door knob. Fortunately, Rick had left the door ajar.
When Chad entered Rick's bedroom he was confronted with a giant pink box with the words "Ken's Friend Chad". There was a big yellow stick'em note from Rick on the box.
" Yo, Chad, since we were buds, I figured I should give you a choice, " the note read, "if you touch the box, you'll end up inside the box as an immobile foot tall plastic doll. Remember what we did to my sister's Barbies when we were 10? Or you can come over toward my bed, and you'll transform back into my Speedo? Oh, and there's no third choice. You'll find out what I mean, if you don't choose. Happy treasure trails or whatever. -R"
Chad but his lip. What did Rick mean he had to choose? If he didn't move toward the box or bed, he shouldn't change into either a toy or Speedo, right? Rick started to snore.