"I don't know if I can ever get Monica back, but I bet with your power I can make Thomas lose her --- and everything else! I wish that the next animal Thomas sees will switch bodies with him. I can't wait to see his blonde, muscled body struggling to live out the life of a horse, or cat, or a squirrel, with me knowing all along that Thomas is out there in the wild knowing that he'll never be human again. Can you just imagine the look on Monica's face when she wonders why her new boyfriend gone crazy? Yes, the next animal he sees... I've come up with the perfect curse, if I can toot my own horn, so to speak."
"If you say so, Master. Your wish is granted."
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Meanwhile, Thomas was in his bedroom spritzing himself up a bit with some cologne. To think, he had finally scored with with that hot chick Monica! Things sure were looking up in his life. Better job, better apartment, better female. 'Oh yeah, and better bod,' he thought, rubbing his hand over his pecs that had taken so much time in the gym to produce. He put on his tightest T-shirt and sports pants--all the better to show off his tremendous muscles. He'd already called ahead to Le Rigueur for reservations to impress Monica with a much more expensive meal than he assumed she would have got with Damon. Thomas couldn't help but feel a little bit bad for the guy. Sure, he'd been a good gaming buddy back in the day, and he apparently didn't take the breakup so well, but Thomas decided he'd get over it. After all, life happens, and when you find yourself on the upswing, ya gotta live it up while it lasts!
Thomas opened up his bedroom door and stepped out, ready to spend a little time in the living room before leaving in time to make his reservation. Naturally, he had no idea about what was going to happen to him before he would even get to eat the romantic meal he was planing.