Drake was so nervous and worried that he would be the victim of Mike’s first wish, that he didn’t even hear what the wish was. He blinked, and Mike was gone.
Drake didn’t know whether to panic or be relieved. He settled on relief. At least he had gotten a cool new name out of the deal, if nothing else. Oh, and he was hairy. He would be going through more razors from now on, but at least he knew he could grow a good beard and fur covering if he, say, got lost in the antarctic.
Drake got out his razor and decided it would be best to do most of the shaving in the privacy of his own room, since otherwise everyone would wonder what the hell had happened to him. He pulled on his pants and a shirt and snuck down to the floor’s bathroom to get some water, long strands of his hair and fur trailing after him like a freakish bridal veil.
He was in the bathroom with a full cup of water when he heard a group of guys talking in the hall. Their voices got louder as they got closer to the bathroom. What was he going to do? He couldn’t let them see him like this – he would never live it down!