You grab the large wheel of cheese. It's surprisingly heavy to your weak arms, but you manage to peel off some of the skin. You fall to your knees when the heavenly aroma reaches your nostrils and plunge your face into the wheel. It tastes wonderful. You barely give your teeth time to work before you swallow the first bite. Your stomach accepts the poorly-chewed chunks happily. You can't stop yourself from scarfing it down, but you don't want to. The sweet, tasty cheese is like the light at the end of a dark tunnel.
When you've eaten the last chunk, you nibble the inside of the wax shell for any small leftover crumbs. After a minute of exploring, your hunger is finally satiated and your stomach is settling happily. You drop the shell on the floor as you fall back onto your butt and pat your stomach contently.
It's only after a few minutes of waiting to regain your strength that you start to worry about what you've done. If taking a bath and sleeping in a bed was able to turn you into an eighteen-year-old, what could the food do to you? You look over your arms, but nothing feels strange.
Chuckling to yourself, you get to your feet. You barely take one step toward the door when the room starts to spin. Your arms fling out in front of you and save your face from hitting the tile floor. You roll onto your back as the dizziness overtakes you. You can barely even see the ceiling, your vision is so distorted.
Your body begins to tingle and heat up. A crawling sensation in your skin makes you scratch your arms furiously. Soon your fingers are rubbing not skin, but fine hairs, and your nails start to scrape painfully. You force yourself to stop scratching despite the continued itches. Your face is numb and your ears feel like they're being pulled out of your head. Then everything goes black.
A minute passes, maybe more. The dizzy, numb feeling subsides, but the darkness remains. Your body is covered in some kind of thick, rough blanket. You grope the fabric with your hands and a light filters in. You thrust your head into the floor, looking "up" at the way out from underneath the blanket. You roll back onto your stomach and quickly crawl toward the opening. Your feet and hands meet the cool touch of the tile floor and you pull yourself free from your cloth cave. You turn around to see what had fallen on top of you, and you gasp.
It's a giant pair of denim overalls, just like the pair you're wearing. But you suddenly realize you're not wearing overalls anymore. You're not wearing anything. You glance down at yourself and see a short, pudgy body covered in a coat of white fur. Your hands have turned pink and clawed.
You squeak in surprise. Your feet look just like your hands, except they're a bit longer. You see a fleshy, wormy tail extending from your backside. You lose your balance and drop back onto your pawed hands. You squeak again, then try to stand up once more. You can barely hold the pose for a few seconds before dropping back to all fours. Everything has grown to an incredible size. The hollowed out wax skin is practically a house compared to your new body. The cheese has turned you into a mouse!