The laughter of a few dozen college students roared like a storm in
his head.
Don, absolutely mortified, pulled up his too baggy pants, and tried to
flee from the gathering onlookers. He left his shoes behind as he fled
the dining hall.
"DeSoto!" Chris yelled. "Where are you going?"
"What's he doing?" Jared said, adding his own question before Don
escaped beyond the range of hearing the uproar in the dining hall.
He raced down a hallway. Its ceiling looked like it towered some 18
feet over his head. He spotted a men's room and ducked into the
facility.
He raced to a sink and looked into a mirror.
His usual reflection looked back at him: dark eyes, brown, slightly
unruly hair, a rakish goatee covering his chin. But, his head barely
reached over the top of the sink.
In the mirror he could also see that his huge shirt had simply slipped
off his shoulders, exposing his almost hairless torso. At the same
moment, he felt strange again as his pants dropped southward to his
ankles.
He looked back but could no longer see the mirror. "Oh, God!" Don
screamed as he collapsed into a tangle of clothing.
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