Inside the house, Dustin stood sulking in his underwear in front of the bathroom mirror. He had hoped this had all been a crazy dream that would fade in the morning, but that hope had been dashed. His strong sixteen year old physique was still nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was still the scrawny late-bloomer Ty had turned him into with his strange power. Really, could things get any worse?
Just then, the black blob from the nymph world squeezed through the slightly open window. Its form had faded into near transparency to avoid detection as it followed the nymph magic's scent. Thus, Dustin failed to see it until it leapt onto him and engulf his face.
"What th-ahk-uk-glukglukgk..." Dustin's throat spasmed as the blob forced itself into his mouth and down his throat. Then, it was gone, and he fell to his knees.
Slowly, his head lifted, and he smiled. Or rather, the thing controlling him made him smile. "Mm, much better. But hardly satisfying. I need more. Fortunately, I know just how to get it."