(Before the next chapter begins, I want to recognize that I did change the physical characteristics of Dave a
little bit. I did not notice he was supposed to be unathletic, but now he is athletic, so sorry for changing
the story on you guys!)
He decided to go home, and it wasn't a long walk to get home, maybe just 15 minutes or so.
When he finally got home, neither his parents nor his brother were home, so he went to his room and played
some FIFA. He forgot he was wearing the button down shirt, and never bothered to take it off. After about an
hour of playing video games, he really had to go use the bathroom. He got up and went to go use the bathroom;
he had to take a number 2.
"Oh man, that is some good relief," sighed Dave as he zipped back up his pants. He was about to walk straight
back to his room, but noticed something odd. "Did this shirt always have that plastic thing in the pocket? I
guess it did. Those aren't really details that I ever care about." The fact that a pocket protector was now
in this "life-changing" shirt didn't bother Dave because, as he mentioned, it didn't matter to him at all.
He went back to playing his game, but got bored after another hour, and turned off the console. He turned on
his computer and went straight to the internet. He went to his email, his facebook, his twitter, and his
tumblr, but there were no messages or notifications on any of them, so he put his laptop to sleep.
This is when he started to notice a slight pain in his chest, stomach, and arms. He felt like he was going to
vomit, and he ran back to the bathroom, locked the door, and began to throw up his dinner. Once he finished,
he flushed the toilet, and stood up, still woozy from what had just happened. He noticed he looked smaller
when he looked in the mirror. The bottom of his shirt now went down to his waist and the cuffs went to his
wrists. He was guessing he was around 5'6" now.
His cell phone rang. "Who could it be, right now, at 7:30 at night?" said Dave confusedly.
The caller ID showed it was...