“I'm so glad today is over,” muttered Tim to himself.
He shuffled slowly and painfully from the guest bedroom, down the hall, and back into the living room.
“Now I can finally call Paul,” he said.
Even dialing the phone seemed a chore to Tim now. His muscles had become weak and atrophied; his joints had
become stiff and arthritic. Every movement was now slow and slightly painful for him.
“Damn Paul,” Tim grumbled, listening to the phone ring and ring. “Pick up, dude! You think I want to spend
another day trapped as an old lady?”
Finally, Paul answered: “Hello?”
“Paul!” said Tim into the phone. “Thank god you finally picked up. It's me – Tim! Your crazy spell worked and...
well, it's a long story, but I'm trapped as some seventy-nine year old woman now. You gotta undo the spell, or
cast a reverse one, or... do whatever. But change me back now, please!”
What next?