Charlie nearly ran directly into Anthony. Anthony reached out to stop the boy. He had the medallion in his right had, and reached out with his left.
Suddenly, everything went black for Anthony for a moment. One moment, he was wearing his white wife beater and little boxing gloves silver necklace with black basketball shorts, and brand new black and white basketball shoes making ready to head up to his room to change.
The next moment, he was staring up. At himself! Confused, he looked down at himself as "Anthony" said "watch out, kid!" Then proceeded to head upstairs.
Meanwhile, Anthony was confusedly looking down at his shrimpified body. He was now wearing an old pair of baseball-style black Puma sneakers (without the spikes.) Gray Puma sweatpants, and a plain blue T-shirt that was slightly too large, and a bit long.
"What the?" Said Anthony, still confused and shock beginning to set in.
He held his arms up in front of him. Long, pale, skinny fingers at the ends of a thing wrist, attached to skinny pale, hairless arms! A small, fading bruise on his forearm near his wrist.
Checking himself out further, still confused, he felt his thin chest, stomach, and abs. None of which were much to speak of.
Meanwhile, Hiker, being ignored and demanding attention, jumped up on Anthony. The pup never felt so heavy and forceful before! He nearly knocked him!
"Down, Hike!" he said sternly. Or tried to. His voice! It sounded.....different!
He reached up to touch his neck with his new, much thinner and paler, and hairless hands. Then he began to feel his face, eventually reaching up and feeling.....hair on his head! It was soft, and a bit long. He had bangs! And they were long! He could see the very ends of them out of the tops of his eyes, and tried to stretch them down further into his field of view. Brown! Lightish brown!
Heart beginning to pound as panic began to rise up, Anthony dashed up the stairs to the bathroom. "That you, Charlie?" he heard a voice ask. A familiar one. One that sounded like his brother.
Ignoring it, he shut the door and leaned against it.
"I gotta go, so please make it quick, kid!"
Why was his brother here already? "Nevermind that," Anthony thought. He went to look in the mirror. And saw nothing but his son's best friend looking right back, in shock. Blue eyes, wide open in shock. Lightish brown hair in need of a hair cut. Long, skinny face, VERY youthful slightly pale face with not a hint of a single whisker. Long, sharp, thin, almost beak-like nose. Mouth hanging open in shock.
Anthony slowly approached the mirror. The image of Charlie got closer and larger. He put his right hand on his right cheek. The image of Charlie did the same!
"Oh my God," Anthony said under his breath. "What....what....what HAPPENED!?" he said in shock under his breath.
He closed his eyes and said "oh my God, oh my God, oh god, this isn't happening." He opened them, and Charlie's baby blues were staring right back at him.
He heard heavy knocking on the door, then his brother's voice:
"You an done in there, Charlie?"
"Uh, yeah, just a sEEec!" His now frailer voice cracked as he answered automatically!
Breathing heavily and trying to keep it under control, he opened the door and saw the back of his brother. Wearing his clothes.
"Oh good. You done?" He said as he turned back around. That wasn't Vin! Vin didn't keep a clean-shaven face like he did. Looking up at what he assumed was himself.
"Come on, Charlie. I really gotta go," he said.
"Uh. Sure."
Anthony walked outside of the bathroom, and his former body walked in as if nothing happened!
The bathroom door closed, and he turned and looked at it, trying to gather his thoughts. Suddenly, the medallion popped into his mind.
"That's it! It's gotta be! That damn thing much have some sort of magical powers or something!"
"Magical powers," he thought disdainfully. "No such thing.....but then again, I'm apparently.....*gulp*.....Charlie now...."
He looked back down at himself. He was wearing Charlie's clothes, alright! "That medallion! It's gotta be that!"