A few minutes later, Trevor was back downstairs and preparing to cook dinner like he always did. Mom and Dad were not the competent food preparers you would expect parents to be. As evidenced by all the microwave ramen he was given in his younger years. Well, at least Trevor knew his way around an oven, so he decided on a tasty plate of fish filet, mac n' cheese and jalapeno poppers. Quite a gallery of comfort food, in his opinion. He took the filet out of the freezer and began to prepare it first.
As Trevor followed the directions on the bag, he failed to notice a faint ripping sound. Both his shoes had split open at the toe, revealing his socks. He set the microwave to "defrost", as his socks began to unravel as well, disappearing thread by thread, freeing his green, long-clawed feet. It took about five minutes for the footwear to dissolve for good and his bare feet to touch the tiled floor. By this point, his pants were becoming frayed and torn at the edges too. Trevor remained oblivious as he mixed up the ingredients for the cheese sauce.
Over the next few minutes, Trevor's pants shriveled shorter and shorter, showing more of his skinny green legs, until his underwear peeked out and within seconds, they also began to dissolve. His penis and balls, now much huger and dark green, fell out and hung free as he cooked. As the green skin spread to his hands and chest, the changes began to spread to the room around him. With every step he took, the floor underneath him turned to cold cobblestone, chilling him slightly. Trevor tried to ignore the discomfort, laying everything out onto a tray to place in the preheated oven.
When his shirt finally started twitching, instead of disappearing altogether, it began transforming into a filthy, tattered cloak that hung loosely over his shoulders, with a couple of leather straps crisscrossed over his chest. Trevor finally starting to notice when the changes hit his face, causing a painful stinging sensation as fangs grew in, his ears stretched out and came to a point, his hair shrunk and disappeared off his face, and his nose shriveled to a couple of smooth slits. Now a half-naked, shrimpy goblin rogue, Trevor put the odd pain sensation out of his mind once again and concentrated on delivering the night's dinner. He waited and watched blankly as the transformation creeped slowly up the kitchen furniture, changing the oven and the delicious American food inside into a simple bonfire with a roast Dire Rat inside. At this point, it clicked in his mind and he slightly panicked. He had better open the window before the smoke chokes him! He wasted no time freeing up some air for himself.
It took another half hour for the roast rat to finish, and by that point, the kitchen was warped completely into the ruins of a cobblestone hut, with nearly bare shelves, walls crumbling away, and the whole roof completely missing. This ruin was of course attached to a modern home which still had not felt the effects. Trevor spit the roast onto a big metal fork and took it back inside to serve to his folks. If he hadn't mistakenly set "Victims Aware of Change" to "Off", he would certainly not be so casual about the whole ordeal right now.