My mind got back to reality with a knock at the door. I quickly clawed the cowlick out of my hair and went to answer it.
“Hey man,” said Brandon as he entered. “Is everything cool with you? You sounded really anxious on the phone. If it’s, like… like if it’s something you did to me, you know I wouldn’t file for malpractice or anything, right? I just wanna know.”
“Well, it’s a little…” I rubbed the back of my neck, closing the door behind him. I threw my hands up. The explanation wasn’t going to become any more reasonable any time soon. I looked down at his feet, noticing he was wearing only flip flops that did, admittedly, look maybe half a size too small for him.
He noticed my gaze, and unslung his backpack, pulling out a pair of shoes. “Like, I’ve always been on the bigger side of ten and a half, and these shoes have I guess always been tight on me, but seriously, I could barely walk in them coming home yesterday.”
He set the shoe down beside his foot, and clearly, it was too small for him. “You sound like you have some idea what this is.”
“Well… some,” I said. He gestured for him to sit. He sat down on the massage table and I sat on my desk chair.
“Ok, so far as I can tell, my physiotherapist used some kind of weird system for treating my hands after I broke them, and since then, they’ve gotten the… they can make things grow.”
He looked at my like I was a lunatic for a few seconds, then like I was pulling a prank on him.
“I’m serious, Brandon,” I said, no stray smile on my face. “I think I accidentally made your feet bigger.”
Now he looked annoyed. “Man, you seriously dragged me over just to try and pull a fast one on me? Not even a fast one, a slow one. Kudos on keeping a straight face, though.”
“Brandon, look, I don’t know what this means or how it works and I think it’s just as insane as you do, but I know what I’ve seen.”
He crossed his arms across his chest. “All right, prove it. Grow something.”
“I can’t just up and do it,” I protested.
“Well, why not? What makes it go?”
I grit my teeth. “If you must know, it only seems to work when I have an erection.”
He chuckled. “Oh yeah? How’d you figure that one out.”
I was still too tired to stop myself from blushing and averting my eyes, for only a moment, to my crotch. He caught it, though, and glanced down at it, too. “Oh, no way…”