"Who was that?" Farnkie asked.
Rich slumped down in front of the TV. "Just my old girlfriend, she thought I still had it for her."
Rich slumped down in front of the television, picked up the remote, and flipped through the channels. Finally he found something he liked.
A couple of minutes later he started giggling. He didn't know why; the show he was watching wasn't all that funny.
Frankie wondered why her boyfriend was laughing too. She walked over and stepped between Rich and the television.
And they both stared at each other.
Rich now was't just short, he was pudgy, as if he had gained more than a hundred pounds. His clothes had also changed; they were baggy even for his fat body, and slightly dingy as well. Here and thare several colorful patches covered Richeds pants and shirt, and he wore size seventeen black and white saddled hightops.
The bigest change however, was Rich's face. His complexion was now a ruddy orange, save for white smudges around his eyes and mouth. Black surrounded the white muzzle, giving Rich a sort of 'beard.' His hair was now gone; a ridicously small derby toped his orage bald head. And at the center of Rich's face, big as a peach, was a shiny round red nose.
Frankie looked different too. She now had white patches around her eyes and a white muzzle like her boyfriend's, but her complexion was a lighter orange. Inside her muzzle was a blue-black smile, and the outside was surrounded by red. Her hair was green and curled into and afro; arched black eyebrows topped her eye patches, and her eyelashes were long and green. She also had a round red nose like Rich's but smaller and daintier.
The teddy that Frankie had been wearing changed into a frilly green dress bordered with orange. The skirt was fluffed out by an orange petticoat and orange bloomered ran down her legs into green and white striped socks. On her feet were sixe fifterrn bubble toed green mary janes.
Rich and Frankie then....