10:17am As William moved from the urinal, he felt flushed. Turning on the sink, he splashed the cool water in his face and took a couple of deep breaths.
"I'm ok, everything's ok." He breathed to himself as the water dripped from his face back into the sink. Without bending back up, he groped for the paper towels next to the sink. Taking a moment and drying himself off, he looked up at the mirror and things got worse.
This wasn't his face. This wasn't his body. These weren't his clothes, his hair his anything.
William looked at the reflection and it was like peering into the eyes of a stranger. In actuality, it was. His normal brown eyes were now a piercing blue. His brown hair that had been starting to recede was now thick and healthy. He stared at his reflection and noticed that his jawline was more pronounced, opening his mouth, he saw that his teeth were whiter and straighter.
Looking further down, he saw that his fit bit average body was now anything but. His shirt was tight against massive pecs. His biceps were visible through the lines of his shirt. Fine was his tie like he had never put it on and his shirt was slightly unbuttoned drawing attention to his hairless chest. Gone was the slight potbelly he had grown leading up to his wedding.
Glancing down further, he saw the bulge protruding in his tailored slacks. The material straining the button and zipper of the khaki slacks. Turning slightly, he noticed what looked like a cyclist's ass protruding and stretching the seams of his trousers. Looking all the way down, he noticed that the nine and half shoes he had put on this morning had gone up at least four or five sizes.
Glancing back up at his face, William noticed that the ends of his hair were getting lighter and within seconds he had blonde highlights cresting the top of his hair.
Feeling something cool on his chest he glanced down and saw something under the right fabric of his shirt. Opening three or four of the strained buttons, he pulled open the Oxford and saw that his left nipple had a barbell sticking through it. He watched under the fabric sd his right followed suit.
10:19am. I have to call someone. I have to get help. William thought. Panic stricken, he went to the door but stopped when he raised his left hand to press on it. This time he had seen it. The gold band on his finger had vanished.
This was wrong he thought. Something is terribly wrong. I have to get help. William pushed open the door and walked back into the office.