Dustin stared in awe as the cards literally flew of their own accord.
Well, he knew Ty was doing it, but it was the case of look ma no
hands. He saw the human card flip over and then disappear into the
blur of cards. He struggled impossibly to keep track of it.
"Hey, how am I supposed to keep track of it if you move the cards at
superhuman speed?"
"That's your problem."
"Okay, okay, now swear you didn't palm the card. I have at least a
one in 7 chance, right?"
"Yeah, now pick your card."
Dustin reached out and grabbed the middle card. He held it face down
in his hand. He swallowed and turned it upright.
"What the -?"
"You picked the FLY, Dustin. Try not to get swatted before you change
back."
"Oh, man, please promise you won't swat me, Ty!"
"I'll be extra nice to every fly I meet for the next 24 hours, but
land on my food or bug me and I'll swat all the same."
"Oh, bu-bzzzzzzz," Dustin contorted limbs reached for his throat.
His vision became distorted going prismatic like a fly's compound
eyes. His body began to shrink. Large coarse black hairs grew all
over his body. Dustin had never considered flies hairy before, but now
he knew it was all a matter of scale. His clothing ballooned around
him. He was soon sitting in the skid mark in his empty briefs. His
proboscis extended downward and began pumping digestive juices into
the trace of excrement staining his shorts. Dustin wasn't sure what
he was eating but it tasted good.
"Dude, you're eating your own shit. Well, I guess for a fly that's
normal," Ty said pointing and laughing.
Instantly, Dustin took to the air. That giant finger scared the
perjeebers out of him. It was the size of one of those truck trains.
Even accidentally, Ty could crush him into oblivion. From his new
perspective 3 feet off the ground, Dustin saw that he had in fact been
eating the stained area of his shorts. He smelled something sweet and
sugary and immediately flew off haphazardly in the direction of the
kitchen.
Ty laughed.