Justin and Margaret both looked at Dr Abrams dumbfounded.
"What do you mean, 'mutations'? What kind of mutations?" Asked Justin.
"Well, that's hard to say exactly. See, the batch was tested on only one male soldier, who shrunk back to normal size. But seeing that you're still undergoing puberty, your DNA is still in flux. I'm afraid that I simply don't know what will happen to you." Dr Abrams sadly explained.
Justin and Margaret glanced at each other, worried.
"We should just get home for now. Maybe nothing will happen, and this is all just a false alarm." Said Margaret, trying to reassure her son.
"Yes, you're probably right, mum."
"Oh, Margaret please see me first thing tomorrow at my office. I'd like to have a word with you in private." She added, empathising the word private.
"Alright then. Justin, let's go."
"Okay mom. I'll see you in a fortnight, Dr Abrams."
"See you later, Justin."
Justin and Margaret walked towards the car.
"Now let's hope everything is okay."
"Yeah. Let's just go home." Justin answered, sighing.
"Of course, dear." Margaret replied in a worried tone.
That night as Justin went to bed, he was wondering if everything would be all right.
The next morning, Justin woke up to his alarm clock. He slowly sat up and stretched his arms, while yawning.
He walked over to his full length mirror and checked his reflection. As he looked over himself he noticed: