Brian woke up stressed. He couldn’t get the changes he saw in the mirror out of his mind.
He rose from the bed and nervously went to the bathroom to check the mirror. What he
saw shocked him.
Brian looked in the mirror and saw that his skin was white, not just pale but white. His
nose and mouth were redder then yesterday, and it looked like dark spots were above and
below his eyes. As he moved his head this way and that, he caught glimpse of a small
bald spot on the back of his head.
Brian panicked and moved in for a closer look. As he did so his stomach pressed into the
counter and a loud fart was heard. “ What the hell!” Brian yelled in fright. He pressed his
stomach down a little and a loud fart was heard again. Brian then noticed his stomach was
even bigger then yesterday, like he put on another 15 pounds. “What is going on!?!” Brian
yelled to no one in particular. Overcome with fright he dropped to the ground, and could
have sworn he heard a faint whoopee cushion noise. He quickly forgot about it when he
noticed he was sitting higher than normal. “ Oh. My. God. My ass is bigger.” Brian quickly
scrambled to his feet and ran to his room. He ran inside and slammed the door behind
him. He leaned with his back against the door. As he did so he couldn’t hold back
another fart, but this one was rancid. “Oh my god! I stink!”
Brian walked over to his bed and sat down. He then realized that his feet were bigger, at
least a size 17. “How the hell an I supposed to find shoes?” That’s when he noticed his
sneakers were gone replaced with over-sized clown shoes with spats. They were currently
too big, but he was afraid that wouldn’t last long.
Suddenly the phone rang startling Brian. He fell off the bed and landed on his ass, again
noting he thought he heard a whoopee cushion. He scrambled to his feet as the phone
continued to ring, and thought he heard a slight squeak. He chalked it up to nerves from
his transformation.
“H-Hello?” Brian answered nervously.
“Hey stud,” it was Bridget, “I thought I’d come by today.”
“NO!” He yelled to her. “No…I mean no babe. I’m a little busy doing stuff for my parents
before they get home.”
“That’s in a month. Come on. Hang out.”
“Sorry, I can’t. Hyuck”
“Did you just Hyuck?”
“No. I…I was, uh, just clearing my throat.”
“Okay, I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” Brian hung up the phone, worried about what was to happen next.
Bridget on the other hand could not stop smiling. Her plan was working perfectly. Later
that night when it was rather late she headed to Brian’s to see if she could glimpse her
handiwork. She saw him pacing in the living room, and had to hold her mouth from
laughing at what she saw. Brian looked more like a clown than ever, and definitely more
from when she last saw him. She felt a sense of pride in her work as Brian paced back and
forth in his living room out of worry.
One of them slept soundly that night and one of them slept poorly.