When Andy had pressed the enter button, he was surprised at the changes that occurred. He's changed the history of his family life but he hadn't expected the change to effect him so profoundly.
His body was wider and taller. He recalled, well, it wasn't exactly like recalling or remembering but, because he had set himself to be completely aware, the new memories had slid in next to his old ones.
Andrés remembered his childhood completely differently. In his original last, his parents had been teens but they, with the assistance of their parents and grandparents had worked it out so that they could start their lives together. They had been poor but together. Andy had grown up in a working class house, his mom and dad struggling out a living by working multiple jobs. He had been loved but when he got to school, he had been bullied. He didn't have the newer things or the nicest stuff. He had recoiled into himself. Neglecting his social life and friends. Being depressed and alone, not having his parents around much hadn't helped.
Thinking about himself now, his grandparents hadn't made him and his father move out. Instead, they had all lived together until he had gotten into middle school. Then, his dad had gotten a new job, better hours, and his own place in the city. Tomas and Andrés had moved into a better school district and his new job had given him more time off. Quality time together, time to work out together. His dad had helped coach his teams as a kid and they had a happy life.
It was a strange sort of self reflection to compare two paralleled lives within one head, one set of memories. Andy had a complete family but he had felt more alone. Andrés had only his father, his uncle, and his grandparents but he had felt more cared for, more prioritized. Not a burden but a gift after a crazy level of upheaval in the family. They were a strange family but they were closer because they had all been so different.
Pausing at that thought, Andres spent more time looking at his body. He looked down at his hands and noticed the pattern on his skin. His dark brown complexion was mottled with what looked like lighter patches of vitiligo but knowing his heritage, he recognized the cow print.
Andrés pulled up his stats. On the screen appeared a standing version of himself fully clothed. He noticed that he was wearing his father's and grandfather's staple of baggy pants. Scrolling down the menu he clicked for a view unhindered by clothing. Andrés swallowed a little as he saw himself. He was massive. Glancing down at his lap, he felt himself starting to throw some wood. Glancing at the stats in comparison to his dad, he realized he was even more hung than him. That triggered one of his newly minted memories and he remembered a story he had been told by his dad and his uncle when he had asked why he was different than the other boys.
"Well you see, when your mother realized she couldn't take care of you, we hadn't had money for formula and your grandparents and I didn't want you growing up being completely different from the rest of us so we had let Uncle Bo nurse you." His dad had explained with a shrug.
The reality that he had nursed on hush uncle's altered chest from a young age explained a lot of things to Andrés. He had been dosed with the stuff for years and from a young age. He had started changing before puberty. Even after he had made that instantaneous transformation, he had still been growing and changing.