As Jake and Eric strolled through the amusement park, they caught a glimpse of someone they knew. It was Olivia, a hot girl from school.
Eric found himself staring at her, and covered by joking, “She’d totally go for me, right, dude?”
“Yeah, maybe,” Jake laughed, “if you were a hot football jock.”
But suddenly Eric felt really weird. Seeing a nearby bathroom, he made a dash for it and locked the door.
Jake laughed to himself. “Didn’t think Eric was that nervous,” he mumbled.
Inside, Eric was moaning in pain, and yet also pleasure. He didn’t understand what was wrong. Then he saw his hands gripping the sink: they were getting bigger, manlier.
Eric was hunched over, so he didn’t quite notice his back and legs lengthening from his original 5’6” until he would stand at a commanding 6’2”. But he did see the golden tan spreading over his skin, and his previously invisible muscles suddenly swelling beneath his skin.
Eric looked in the mirror, and as he felt his face crack, he saw it re-form into something more handsome, perfectly chiseled. His brown hair turned midnight-black and his hairstyle became a fade, a little shorter on the sides than on the top, which was gelled upwards instead of falling in his face.
Even Eric’s clothes changed: his shirt became a form-fitting black T-shirt with the local football team mascot and logo printed on it. His jeans became tighter, though they had actually grown to accommodate his larger thighs.
Eric rushed out of the bathroom and towards Jake. He said (in a deeper voice), “Jake, look at me!”
Jake was startled. “Who are you?” he asked. “How do you know my name?”
“I’m Eric!” he cried. “I changed in the bathroom!”
“That’s impossible!” Jake said. “Stuff like that doesn’t just happen.”
“I think it’s your necklace, Jake. Every time you made some sort of remark, like wishing there was no school tomorrow, it happened! And now you’ve done it to me!”
Jake looked around him at the other park goers. “Okay, let’s test this,” he said.