Hurriedly, you reach to flick the reverse switch. As you extend your finger, you casually note the dirt and grime caked under the nail.
Wait a second... you are staring at your index finger, and the finger you tested was your thumbnail.
Frantically, you examine your hand, and see that the slobbiness has spread to all of your fingernails, even the ones on the other hand.
"This can't be good," you mutter. Suddenly, your entire body starts to tingle as if it fell asleep. First, a thick coating of grime covers your entire body, as if you had just taken a mud bath. Then your toenails begin to lengthen, yellow and crack, mud caked under the nail and in between your toes.
You rush into the bathroom downstairs, dropping the gun, to examine yourself in the full length mirror. Your eyes turn yellow and bloddshot as if you'd been drinking for your entire life and hadn't slept in a week.
Your short, close-cropped blonde hair turned a sickly brown and started to lengthen. you can feel the oily curls slide down the back of your neck and hang limply off your head.
Your white T-shirt stiffens and becomes covered with various stains, one of which looks suspiciously like blood. A giant rip appears down the center, revealing your chest.
Suddenly, you double over with extreme hunger. Your stomach starts to bloat and your defined pecs sag and land of top of your now enormous belly. Unable to contain your new heft, your shirt bursts off of you. You look like a pregnant woman! Thick, curly chest hair grows over your stomach and chest, matted down by years of grime and muck. You lift your armpit, ignoring the lank mass of greasy hair, and sniff. Ugh! You smell as if you had never showered in your life!
Your jeans begin to stiffen and you look down in horror as they get covered in crusty mud, just like your shoes and socks, which now have holes in them, one scraggly toe poking out of your left shoe.
You quickly strip off the jeans and socks and shoes, in a desparate attempt to get rid of the dirt and muck, despite the fact that your body is even dirtier than your clothes.
You shudder as your underwear begins to stiffen. You can't look, but you feel compelled. Your bladder loosens as you release urine into your underwear, which immediately dries and forms years of urine stains as well as... other stains. Your slimy undergarments are too much for you to handle.
Finally, your chin starts to itch as a long, unkempt beard sprouts from your face. You can feel things crawling inside your hair and beard. You rush upstairs to try and find the gun that you dropped, struggling up the ladder to the attic with your newfound weight.