Miles studied his new hands carefully. There was a little caution in terms of moving them, for fear that they would somehow change more if they were moved. Miles didn't know what the hell was happening, but he wasn't taking any risks.
Unfortunately for Miles, it didn't work. He could only watch in terror as his fingernails extended, with bright red nail polish now covering them. The hairs on his arm began to disappear, and this caused Miles to notice how much skinnier his arm was now.
Miles suddenly had another horrid thought. If this was happening to his arms, then what about his....
Miles was wearing shorts this day, and so he was easily able to reach down and stroke his leg. He winced as he felt more smooth, skinny skin. He didn't even want to see what was happening to his feet. He had enough for now.
Miles instead decided to reach over and tap Victor, who was still focused on the class.
"What? I'm trying to get ready for the test. What do you want?" Victor whispered.
"Victor, look at my hand." Miles whispered.
"Fine... I'll..." Victor started, but stopped talking at the sight of the small hands and red nail polish.
"I'm telling you, Victor, something's happening to me!"