Kyle felt a powerful *thud* as he crashed into something, or someone. He fell backwards, but Kyle felt his head fly upwards instead, watching his headless body catch itself as it fell on its butt and hands from feet higher in the air. Eventually he felt his head fall onto something solid and he could suddenly feel below the neck again, not realizing until that moment that he hadn’t felt his body hit the ground. Instead of feeling like he had just hit the ground, he felt he was standing tall, and was suddenly a bit out of breath. He could feel something damp tightly wrapped around his chest and stomach.
He felt his hands begin to reach up toward his neck, as if feeling for some kind of seam. However, this isn’t what he wanted to do. It was as if his body was acting on its own. He tried getting himself to stop, but effort alone seemed useless. “H-hey, stop that!” Kyle said aloud, as if his body below the neck had its own set of ears to hear him with. It proved pointless, as his hands began grabbing at the sides of his head, pushing upwards, trying to remove his own head. Kyle yelled in pain and he gained control of his body, instantly releasing the pressure on the sides of his head.
“Uh, hey kid… mind helping me up?” Kyle heard a deep voice say from below him. He looked to where the voice came from, and saw his own scrawny body, seeming so small from his vantage point. On its shoulders sat the unfamiliar head of a man in perhaps his late 20s or early 30s, black hair cut into a stylish fade and a black stubble beard adorning his square jaw.
“Oh, yes, sorry!” Kyle reached down to pull his old body upwards onto its feet, the effort to do so feeling so small, as if he hadn’t needed to put any effort in at all. The man, now standing at Kyle’s former height, was much shorter than Kyle’s new height, the top of his head reaching about the midpoint of Kyle’s neck.
“So, kid, mind explaining what the fuck just happened?” the man asked, seeming more curious than angered by what just happened.
Kyle spent a few minutes explaining what happened and about the curse, that this was permanent. He apologized a few times as he did, not seeing the joy that was growing on the man’s face as the facts were given to him.
“So you’re telling me that I get to start over, basically, with everything I already know? I won’t make those mistakes, the beer, the break, the dumbass of an ex-boyfriend that was trying to make me fat… I have a second chance?!”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Kyle looked down at the man, confused.
The man looked up at Kyle, a wide smile on his face. “I was a bodybuilder… still am, I guess, but I kinda hit a plateau with my progress, hit a few snags along the road that I regret, but now…” The man took off his shirt, revealing the slender body that he now had underneath. He began examining himself, running his hands over his chest and stomach. “I can work with this. Use this body like a fresh start.”
He looked up at Kyle, and took a step back. “Gotta say though, gonna miss the gains I made. Looks pretty good from down here.”
Kyle finally looked down at the body that now belonged to him. Admittedly, he couldn’t see much past the massive pecs that sat just below his face, around which was a tightly wrapped black tank top soaked with sweat. He reached his hand to his stomach, where he could feel the faint outline of abs on a slightly rounded stomach, and then he extended his arms, showing two large 22-inch arms with pronounced veins snaking their way around each one. On his left forearm, he noticed a tattoo of a thorny vine running around it in a circle.
“Woah…” Kyle said to himself, amazement clear on his face as he relished in his new form. He then noticed a watch on his right wrist that read ‘07:55’.
“FUCK!” Kyle yelled, sudden panic overtaking anything he felt moments prior. “I’m gonna be late for school!” Kyle quickly took the watch off, and fished the man’s phone and keys out of his pockets, handing them to the man and grabbing the phone he offered in return.
“Hey, before you go, why don’t you meet me at my place after school? I got some stuff I should give you if we’re gonna stay this way.” He pointed to the apartment building Kyle had been heading towards as part of his ‘transform’ curse. “Apartment 61, got it? Oh, and the name’s Mitch.”
“Uh, yeah, sure, I’m Kyle. I should go~” And with that, Kyle began running off towards his school, his new athleticism taking him there with ease, with seconds to spare.