"Jes, I mean, yes," Tim said. Bill looked at him strangely, as Tim seemed to be acquiring a tan in front of his eyes. Tim apparently felt something, as he looked puzzled.
"What are you doing?" Bill asked as Tim's eye level slipped below his. His shirt became tight around his swelling middle.
"I'm not doing anything, man!" Tim said, with a slight Spanish accent. His blue eyes darkened to black, and his wavy blond hair began to darken to deep brown, then straight, greasy black. His goatee did the same as his lips began to thicken. In fact, his whole face got wider, his cheekbones more pronounced as his hairline grew down in a circle over his black eyebrows.
Pop! Buttons began to fly off Tim's expanding body, though he'd lost 6 inches in height. His pants tightened as well, small tears appearing in the fabric. His skin kept darkening, past the possibilities of a tan and into true mestizo brown. Tim stared at his browning hands, wathcing as his fingers got shorter and thicker.
"What did I do?" Tim cried out to Dave, who still sat at his desk. Somehow the short, burly Hispanic Tim knew it was Dave who had changed him. Bill stood rooted in shock as Tim's shirt fell to the ground, leaving him in a white wife-beater that contrasted with his beefy brown arms and shoulders. Black hair escaped from the collar, moving slightly up towards his throat, and then stopped as Tim finished changing.
"Mi dios..." Tim breathed, looking down at himself, then up at Dave. Dave just smiled, and then looked at Bill, who shook his head.
"No, oh, man, no!"