You walk in the room by yourself as Harry told you to do.
Once you go in, the door closes by itself. The square room is empty, with nothing except a flute case sitting alone in the dead center of it. The walls are grey and dark, and a single light hangs from above.
"What the fuck?" you say out loud, as you turn to the door. When you try to turn the handle, it appears locked.
"Great, I've fallen into a trap. Father would not be proud of me for being so foolish." you say. Wait, father? Since when did you give a damn what he thought? That was really out of character for you to say. You scratch your head in confusion.
You start to feel warm, and slightly itchy. You look down at your t-shirt, and watch it begin to change. The sleeves start to crawl down a little, and the color starts to darken from the light blue it was to a dark red. The front of the shirt by your neck separates itself, and props itself upward, creating a color. Holes and buttons form, and you instinctively reach for them, buttoning the two buttons that are there. "Yes, that is much better." you say out loud, but in your mind you're freaking out.
You run your hands through your short black hair, and stop with them on top of your head. From your touch, your hair seems to react, and grow fuller and somewhat spikier. Your body reacts as well. You feel an itch coming from your eyebrows as they change shape and thickness. Your pubic region starts to feel a bit puffier against your underwear from more hair being there. Your start to be able to feel your pants a bit better due to less hair on your legs.
Feeling this weird feeling on your legs, you look down to the floor. As you do, the floor seems to come towards you some, leaving you feeling a bit woozy. Your body seems to get a bit bigger. Not round and fat, but you look more muscular. You can't help but strike a pose and look at your guns. When you look at your arm, it seems to darken a bit, while taking about a bit of a yellow look. You squint, wondering what's going on, as your eyesight changes a bit to match your new eyes.
You start to feel a bit of a pain in your head, as you reach for your flute case. You take out your flute from it's case and start playing one on the songs you're playing in tonight's concert. The song is practically memorized for you, and if helps clear your mind. You're Peng Wu, a Chinese American student. You're friends Steven, Harry and Frederick had you over for practice after school before the concert tonight. You remember growing up with your bros, and now you're on your last year of high school with them. You step out of the room with your flute, and are greeted by Harry. As you leave, the door behind you disappears.