Mark pointed the device at a pair of dirty, gray gym socks lying on his bedroom floor.
There was a brief burst of light and a faint whooshing sound... and suddenly Mark's socks vanished!
It works! he said.
Curious, he walked to the door and peeked down the hallway where his mom was. He almost didn't recognize her – she was a mess! Her hair was a wild, unkempt birds nest of tangles. She wore no makeup, and her face seemed pudgier and dirty, as though she hadn't bathed recently. Her clothes had completely changed into a badly stained, gray sweatsuit. Her body had become softer and more plump, and the sweatpants seemed a little too tight for her now, a visible muffin-top of flabby, white flesh bulged out above the waistband. She wore no shoes, just a dirty white pair of ankle socks. And... whew! She smelled like the boys locker room at school.
As Mark stood there staring at his Mom, she grunted, let out a particularly loud fart, and slowly shuffled lazily down the hall into the living room.