With this revelation I turn to the toilet and puke out the contents of my stomach hoping to stop what is happening to me.
Sure enough after a few minutes passed and thick hair grew across my stomach, the changes slowed to a stop now that the beer was out of my system.
"Good job kid, you are going to make it out just a little worse off than me. Just keep that thing soft and you will make it out. Good luck!" he said as both him and I raised out pants and made our way out of the restroom.