Baxter jumped up off the table and stumbled to the mirror on the back wall. "Shit!" The young man looking back at him was in his mid-20s, a little coarse-featured, with reddish-brown hair and slightly crooked teeth. It barely looked like him at all, even when he was that age. But the change hadn't stopped. As he watched in amazement, the young man continued to get younger and more different looking. His once short dark brown hair was turning into a shaggy, copper-red tangle, with pale skin that was breaking out in freckles like overblown measles. And his eyes! Originally dark brown, they were fading into a pale blue.
This wasn't him! Baxter gaped at the goofy-looking 18 year-old. He looked like some country hick, a character out of a bad mountain movie. Glancing down, he got a surprise. While he had always been adequate before, his penis and testicles had gotten quite a bit larger. And he had a heavy foreskin!
Before he could investiage closer, a change in the reflection made him look back at the mirror and gasp. Sideburns were retreating up beside his ears, and the wisps of hair on his chin and lip were turning into peach fuzz.
Now he was looking at a really homely, stupid-looking kid with buck teeth. He couldn't be more than 15 now! Baxter felt confused, and was having trouble concentrating. The washed-out blue eyes in the mirror were getting duller, the mouth slacker. Now the boy looked slightly retarded. He felt his mind getting thicker, but could only stand there staring.
The door opened slowly, and Sherri came in behind him. He tuned to face her, feeling tears forming in his eyes. "Sherri! What'dya do to me? I'm ugly! And I can't think too good no more!"
She grinned and held out some coveralls. "We made you a twin to a retarded boy who works out on the farm we run. He's a really good worker. Not much smarter than some of the horses, but he can muck stalls and follow simple instructions. And he is very happy. I'm sure you'll be just as happy as he is, soon!"