I think today I'll be a surfer, thought Andy to himself, the amulet glowed brightly on his chest for a second before subsiding.
Meanwhile, across town...
Mitch was hard at work, he was typing a finance report of some description for the company, if he got it right, it could mean a raise, or better a promotion, he had been typing for around 10 minutes when he noticed there were a lot of red and green squiggly lines under his work, he smacked himself in the head "Jesus, how could I have missed all that" he thought to himself "I'm behaving like one of those fucking drop out surfers would" he sighed, and decided to head to the bathroom to splash some water on his face, anyone passing him may have noticed the fact he was standing a little taller and his skin was a lot more tanned.
He reached the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, same old brown hair and brown eyes stared back, He did notice a he looked a little more tanned, "Dude, I totally bronzed" he said aloud in a Cali accent, before clapping his hands over his mouth, he mentally berated himself "Why the hell where you talking like some dumb ass teen surfer" he was to engrossed in his thoughts to notice that his formerly brown eyes had changed color almost instantly to a emerald green color, he was still arguing with himself when he did notice that his hair had changed to a blond color, "What the fuck" he thought to himself, he noticed his hairstyle change into that of a typical surfer, his features began to soften, as he began to lose around 6 years, reducing him to 16 years old, he could only watch as his entire facial structure altered, and he felt teenage pecs begin to push against the dress shirt he was wearing, he quickly unbuttoned the shirt and took a look, his slightly pudgy body had morphed into a toned swimmers build, by the time he looked up again an unfamiliar 16 year old stared back at him, he was so engrossed in his reflection that he didn't notice that his $100 dress shirt had faded away to nothing and a string of beads appear round his neck, he didn't notice his dress pants becoming shorter and gaining a Hawaiian print and stopping shrinking just below his knees, he didn't even notice his socks popping out of existence or the fact his expensive shoes had changed into a pair of $10 flip flops, he did however feel the new urges that now made themselves know, "Fuck man, I need to get me some chicks" he aloud, not registering that he was using teen slang or that he said it in a heavy California accent, he did feel the sudden need to get to high school, even though his adult brain was telling him not to go, he pulled on a slightly sandy T-shirt that had appeared near him and began to walk to school, not noticing his IQ beginning to drop as he went