Of course, there's a big difference between being lucky and being normal. Even if this was all that happened to him, it was still a terrible punishment. He waddled and wobbled over to the mirror, wincing at the gigantic, naked fat girl that was reflected. His hair was longer, and lighter -- sort of an ash blond he'd guess -- and the fat had softened his facial features drastically, making his formerly masculine face look rounded and feminine. He must not be done changing, as his lips looked like they were growing fuller and pouter...
And his hair...was growing bigger...and more colorful...?
"What did they DO too me?" he gasps, noting that his voice was changing, becoming somewhat deeper -- but still more girlish in pitch. He could feel a layer of some thick coating start to form on his face, and he saw make-up -- garish, unnatural make-up -- blossoming into existence! Heavy, pore-blocking foundation, glossy lipstick and thick mascara, eye-shadow and blush was being applied with an invisible trowel! He screamed -- his husky voice growing suddenly whiney -- and he raised his hands to smear the make-up off -- only to realize that his fingers now ended in long, purple talons that matched the new shade of his lips! As he watched, he saw large, rings -- of the cheap, costume variety -- forming on his fingers. Sudden weight at his ears, neck and wrists informed him that more of the cheap, costume jewelry was forming there as well...
When the changes were finished, what looked back at him was a ridiculous parody of a fat lady, obviously inspired by the character of 'Mimi Bobeck' on the Drew Carey Show. She wore a huge, billowy 'mu-mu'-style dress decorated with a floral pattern that was never in style. Ugly, yet colorful, costume jewelry dangled from her in the form of rings, earrings, necklaces and bracelet's. His feet were slipped into ugly, plastic sandals.
His hair was now a huge, orange-red cloud that surrounded his thickly-painted face. His make-up was an un-appealing blend of purples, oranges and yellows, with thick mascara and a painted-on 'beauty mark' at the swell of his right jowl.
"You...son-of-a-bitch..." he moaned weakly, in a voice that was both husky and feminine. He realized that -- as much as he hated the appearance presented -- he felt compelled to dress and paint him/herself this way.
The sudden ring of the phone made him gasp, and he waddled over to the phone.