Gloria shook her head. Tom never ONCE stood up for her the way he always went to bat for Bill.
“God, you two should get a room! You're joined at the hip! It's like you love Bill other more than you love me, Tom!”
“Hey, at least Bill was there for me when you turned everyone against me, Gloria!”
“I only told them the truth, you idiot!”
“You're such a liar. I never did half the things you accused me of!”
“Hey Gloria, don't call Tom an idiot. He's going through a hard time right now” said Bill, interrupting the feuding couple, trying to deescalate everything.
“I thought I told you to shut up!” spat Gloria, not even looking over at Bill.
“Bill can say whatever he feels like saying, Gloria! He's not one of your sycophantic cheerleader friends!”
Gloria's face was turning red.
“You're such a fucking idiot, Tom! If you don't want to get back together, fine, get out of my life! If you want Bill, then fine, Bill is yours! I wish that you and Bill would just become the old married couple you guys act like!”
The moment Gloria made her ill thought out wish, the gemstone in her hand burst an onslaught of emerald magic. Turning deathly cold, Gloria dropped the gemstone with a fright, covering the street in its gelid glow.
Where Bill had just been standing now stood a middle-aged man, himself at fifty eight years old. He was a few inches taller now, and unlike his teenage self, he was actually in pretty good athletic shape. He had a well defined musculature, and he was more handsome than he had been as a teenager, somewhere along the way having developed rugged good looks. But the world did seem somewhat different, sharper, and Bill was suddenly aware of a pair of glasses resting on his nose. He felt a tickle beneath his nose and a quick check later revealed a bushy moustache spanning across his upper lip. He felt a coolness on top of his head that hadn't been there before and another cursory check revealed a bald spot in the back of his skull. His clothing meanwhile seemed like he was about to go to work.
Where Tom had stood now stood a later middle-aged woman of about the same age as Bill. She was blonde haired like Tom was, although she wore it in a long bob that framed her pretty, well made up face. Due to her years as a sedentary housewife, her figure had grown, and she was now overweight, with a large rear that bulged from her mom jeans. Most of the weight was concentrated in her posterior and hips, her stomach swollen as a small muffin top poked against her white blouse and sky-blue cardigan. Her breasts were still firm and full and a pair of glasses sat on her nose.
"Wow" Bill said in shock as he stared over his changed hands, while Tom was examining her own petite hands with a smile on her face. Bill felt something stir in his trousers before a flash of dark hair drew his attention.
Gloria quickly picked up the Ahn'Ger stone from where she had dropped it on the ground, and she looked up at the two strange adults with a mixture of fear and curiosity.