"Ty, they won't fit me," Dustin said. "I don't want to argue with you, but they just won't fit. You have to give me something that will."
"Something?" Ty asked, an idea coming to him. He reached down towards the jeans that Dustin had slid under the stall door and picked them up. He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them and smiled. "Try these," he said, sliding the jeans under the door.
"What?" Dustin said, upon seeing the new pair. "I can't wear these."
"What's wrong this time?" Ty whined, but knowing exactly what was wrong.
"They're girls jeans! It's got pink stitching on it and everything."
"Hey, either you wear that or nothing," Ty said.
There was silence for several seconds, then Dustin spoke up. "Fine." Dustin probably figured he could just change clothes when he got home. Unknown to him, however, Ty had already changed his entire wardrobe, so now all of his clothes were girlish.
A moment later, Dustin stepped out of the stall, embarrassed. The jeans were really tight on his body and it was obvious that they were girls jeans.
"Wow, lookin' good, bro," Ty said.
"Shut up," Dustin said.
"Oh, but you look a little mismatched. Don't worry, though, I can fix that."
Suddenly, Dustin felt his shirt shrinking. He looked down just in time to see his T-shirt stop shrinking and looking very tight against his body ... then it changed color, becoming pink.
"What the hell, Ty?" Dustin said. "Are you trying to make me look like a girl?" He was hoping that Ty was done changing him, but maybe Ty was just getting started. After all, with his godlike powers, would Ty ever want to stop?