"I have a better idea," John began, a sinister smile forming on his face. "Why don't you instead ditch the oversized sweater dress and show off your new 'muscles'?"
"This kid is delusional. He can't seriously expect me to listen to him and want to actually take a peek at the scrawny body he's stuck me with?!" Joe thought.
"Are you serious? Why in the world would I listen to you and want to show off this -- he said gesturing at his childlike figure, the loose ends of his sweatshirt flapping around as he moved his arms."
"Because I said so and if you ever want your muscles back, you better start listening to me. I am the true man here and you know what they say about listening to and respecting your elders," John snickered, again using his stern manly voice as an intimidation tool.
"If I do this, will you give me back my muscles," Joe said, hoping just maybe if he played along he could convince John to restore him to his former glory.
"We'll see, but if you don't I'm walking out of this garage now and going home to fully explore this new body of mine if you catch my drift," John said as he grasped his now fully grown and bulging crotch area.
It was actually the first time Joe had realized John had stole that from him too, which left him even more desperate to get his body back.
"Fine, I'll do it," Joe woefully stated.
"That's a good boy," John mocked, "Let's see what you're working with."
John pulled back out his phone and began recording. He then gestured for Joe to begin his flex routine.
Joe sighed heavily, "I can't believe this is happening," he thought.
Realizing it was now or never, Joe fumbled around with the oversized sweatshirt he had been drowning in since the transformation. As he poke his small hands out of the sleeves, he reached for the bottom of the shirt and then proceeded with awkwardly wrestling the shirt off his slender frame.
For the first time, Joe really took in the body he had been stuck with. Gone was the statuesque build he had worked so hard for.
His once massive biceps were now boney little arms with no definition at all. Gone was his trunk size neck, in its place that of a pencil neck just strong enough to support the boyish face and head now atop it. His once perky pecs now nothing more than a paper thin chest with some tictacs. His shredded, rockhard abs gone and a smooth underdeveloped stomach in it's place. His once thunderous thigjs and calves, now lacked any power or might.
Joe "flexed" his arms perfoming poses that once brought a sense of excitement and tingly sensation, now just filled him with shame.
John meanwhile was having a blast watching his 32 year old mechanic "flexing" his chicken like arms and trying to muster up any from of fear his former frame once provided.
"Okay, that's enough." John chuckled, while I could watch this all day, it's actually embarrassing. To think those minuscule muscles were mine only this morning.
"There, you watched me humiliate myself and have the footage to remember forever. Can I finally have my body back?" Joe pleaded.