"Oh my God. This cannot be happening."
Kyle stared at himself in the mirror for a long time. His face had not changed much, but was still somewhat
different, older even. He felt his body with his hands. His hands! They *were* completely different now. Much
larger in general, he cover his entire face with one hand. Before his fingers had been thin and long in
comparison to his palm, now they were shorter, wider in appearance.
His mind automatically turned to his new dick, and the fun he would have with his newer, larger hands.
Just then, Jennifer rounded the corner into his bathroom. "Holy crap, I couldn't miss this."
"How the HELL did you get in here, Jennifer?"
"Your mom let me in. She thinks I'm trying to recruit you for a sports team. Look at your face, almost the
same, yet still hotter somehow."
Kyle was barely listening. His new libido was hard to deal with. He looked again at his face in the mirror.
His eyes. Blue now, and somehow else, very different. Then Kyle realized what it was: no depth. His eyes were
shallow now. He betrayed no intelligence through them. "Huh. I look dumb, like you said I would be. But I
don't feel dumber. Just fucking amazing. I can remember all my classwork and whatnot."
"Well, you're only slightly dumber now, but don't worry, the rest of your mind will drain out quicker than
you think. Way, way quicker than you WILL be thinking. HA!"
"No, you're joking about that!"
"Haha, nope. I can't wait. You're going to have to start reading everything aloud to yourself in order to
understand... even basic math will be a challenge. You may as well consider your brain to be your dick, pretty
soon that's where most of your activity will be."
Kyle's attention was split. On one hand, he was frightened of the prospect of being dumb. On the other, he
could help but rub his chest. His pecs were so hard. His biceps were so defined.