'Dad is so uptight,' Chris thought. Suddenly he grinned; he thought of a way to help his father unwind.
Carefully, Chris typed in certain changes. This wasn't going to be permanent, of course. But it would be so much fun!
*****
Mike Sanderson was in the shower, washing. Darn that Mr. Lanway! His boss had chewed him out over getting his assignment a day late. True he'd had to do it all by himself when Jack Grayson was supposed to be helping him. But Grayson was the company president's son-in-law; would he get chewed out? NNNOOO!
Mike was so furious that he didn't notice his skin was changing from it's usual tan to a ruddy orange. Suddenly he sniffed. Cotton candy?
Confused, Mike turned off the shower and stepped out. Wipping the steam off of the mirror, he looked-and gasped at his reflection.
He now saw his new complexion. And other changes were happening to him too. The areas around his eyes and mouth were turning white as chalk. The lips inside had become blue-black and right before his eyes, were curling into a wide permanent smile. Red appeared around the outside of his muzzle, giving him a permanint blush.
Mike just stood there, too shocked to move, as vertical blue bars appeared above his eyes and wide arching painted on eyebrows replaced his real ones. Suddenly he heard a loud POP! and giant red ball the size of a Christmas tree ornament appeared on his nose.
Mike's sandy brown hair, which he wore in a marine-style crew-cut, turned blue, the grew and curled into a disco-style afro. Then the very worst happened-the hair on top fell right off, leaving a thick mass of blue curls surrounding an otherwise bare scalp.
Horrified, Mike touched his head. "I'm bald!" he wailed, then stopped. His voice sounded like a cartoon characters-about a cross between Bullwinkle and Goofy's.
Wrapping a towel around his body, Mike rushed out of his shower room and into his bedroom. Suddenly he nearly tipped, and noticed his feet had reached a size seventeen with toes as wide as a canoe paddle.
Mike looked out at his room. It was now decked out with crazy polka-dotted and striped wallpaper. Looking inside the closet, Mike saw his business suits, bluejeans, shirts, and sweaters were replaced with various clown outfits. And his shoe were now bubble-toed, multicolored, and sized to fit his new feet.
'That chronovac I sent for,' Mike realized. 'And somehow that son of mine got his hands on it and did this to me!'
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