You watch in shock as John stolls out of the locker room with your muscles and clothes.
You're still in disbelief as you look back in the mirror, a small boy now staring back at you. Left with no choice, you begrudgingly put on the clothes John threw you after stealing your clothes -- which you guess was for the better since they draped off your now much smaller frame.
As you finish getting dressed, you try to figure out what to do next when the locker room door opens. In walks
The door open and in ways Ryan, your star wrestler.
"Ryan, thank god. I need your help, as you can already tell something horrible happened this morning and I don't even know how to explain it." You pause noticing that Ryan seems unfazed by your smaller figure. "Ryan, does anything seem off to you?"
Ryan looks you up and down -- a weird feeling for you as you tend to always be the one towering over people, including Ryan who even at 6'2 was always shorter than you.
"Did you get a haircut, coach?" a puzzled Ryan asks.
"Haha, good one Ryan. Anything else?"
"Sorry, coach I really don't know what I'm missing."
"I don't look smaller and younger than ususal?"
"Haha, good one coach. You know I'm like the other guys on the team who give you a hard time. I know it's not your fault you're a 32 year old with a rare condition that's left you underdeveloped. Plus, your fitness regimen is what helped me bulk up and become first in my weight class."
Your face drops in shock, not only did John steal your body but reality seems to have changed as well.
You honestly can't believe it, but there's no point in fighting it now. This is your new reality for now, so you need to just go with it.
"Yeah, you've always been my favorite student and I appreciate you always having my back," Brian said. "So what's new, bud?"
"Well coach, now that you mention it," Ryan begins. He begins rubbing the back of his neck clearly uneasy about whatever he's about to ask. "So I have this crazy favor to ask."
"Anything, what's up?"
"Well..."