Mack thought he felt a fly land on the back of his head as he walked to the elevators in the residence building. Absently he brushed at the irritation, too busy enjoying the admiring and envious glances the other students were giving him. The surprisingly young looking janitor in an ill-fitting uniform gave Mack a funny look while he fiddled with something in one of the large, soft sided carts students used during move in. Mack barely noticed as he entered the elevator, and the janitor rolled the cart toward the building's entrance.
For some reason, the elevator ride made Mack feel slightly ill, and the grocery bags filled with ice cream, candy, and cake for Jarod seemed heavy in his hands. Setting them down, Mack felt his arms start to itch. Scratching, the itching spread, spread until it encompassed his whole body.
Eyes widening, Mack suddenly realized that the elevator car seemed to be getting bigger, while his shirt, and his formerly skin tight shorts, loosened.
"Wha--" he began, stopping as something weird went on with his mouth.
Fur sprouted along his arms, legs, and everywhere. First his shorts, then his shirt fell to the floor, and a tail grew out of his backside.
A sudden realization came to him-- somehow, someone must have gotten to his Chronivac, and had now used it against him! He had to figure out who...!
The car came to a halt with its normal grinding noise. Mack realized he couldn't see from his new height-- somewhere between one and two feet-- what floor it was.
The doors opened and a pair of girls stepped into the car.
"Whose left their groceries in here?" wonder one of the girls-- a blond.
"Never mind that-- who has a monkey?!" asked the other, a brunette, pointing at Mack.
Mack suddenly realized just how much trouble he was in.
Outside and down the street, a janitor was loading the stolen computer and Chronivac into his old junker of a car, while laughing.