The caller ID showed it was his friend Caleb from across the street. They had known each other since they
were 3 years old.
"Hey, Dave, you want to come over? I'm trying to find a party to go to but I can't seem to find one. I think
we ought to organize it this time, instead of last time's when my parents got home before planned. We should
invite the rest of the football team and the cheerleading squad as usual. What do you think?"
Dave wasn't up to going, he felt so weak, but he tried to hold firm and said, "Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a
couple of minutes." Again, he forgot to take off his shirt, but now it fit him, so there were no worries. He
guessed he would probably just look more preppy.
Once he arrived, Caleb opened the door and looked shocked. "How did you get so short?" he asked.
"I don't but I don't think it matters," Dave replied, "Let's get to work on this party."
"Okay."
After finally setting up for the party, Dave had to go to the bathroom again, but this time he wouldn't leave
so fortunate. First off, he had to vomit again, and did. After doing so, he had zero visible muscle mass and
was 5'3"! He decided to lock the door, he didn't want anyone seeing him like this. His shorts began to
change in material until they weren't cargo shorts anymore, but they were khaki slack shorts. His new shorts
began to lengthen until they reached about two inches above his ankles.
He wondered what he had been wearing before this. He always wore khaki slacks, didn't he? His mom told he
looked really good with them on, didn't she? His mind was fuzzy, and he decided to try and splash some cold
water on his face. After drying off his face, he noticed that he was still wearing the same clothes.
However, his hi-top shoes were changing in color. They were becoming full black and kind of shiny, almost
like they were made of leather or something. After a minute of calming himself down, he didn't notice that
the shoes continued changing by shortening some and thinning out until they were ultimately fancy black dress
shoes.
His socks began to rise as well until they reached his knee. They also changed in color to a bright white,
clashing with his new black dress shoes. Subconsciously, Dave began to raise his pant waist until it met the
top of his belly button. He wanted to see as much of his socks as he could, because he thought they looked
cool.
He mind starting feeling fuzzy again, and he rinsed his face with water, only this time to have his vision
shot after doing so. He couldn't see anything, but tried to find his trusty glasses in his pocket. He found
his thick black-rimmed glasses and put them on. He could see again! He could see the braces on his teeth
that he had forever but didn't have a minute ago.
Caleb knocked on the door to ask how he was doing, and Dave replied in a new nasally voice, "Oh, I'm just
excreting a sh-... sh-... uh, some waste." He couldn't curse anymore.
Caleb replied, "Okay... just take it easy in there..."
Dave looked at himself in the mirror again, he noticed lots of zits appearing on his face, and he could feel
them starting to run down his back and shoulders. He tried to feel his shoulders, but all he could feel was
the thick strap of a pair of suspenders clip onto his pant waist on both sides. They were an ugly forest
green color with red stripes on them. After noticing them, he noticed that a bowtie appeared on his neck and
began to tie itself on him. The bowtie was orange and clashed completely with his suspenders.
Suddenly his skin became a pasty white and freckles appeared all over his body. The only thing left was his
hair, and he was wondering why it looked so "hip." But all of that began to change as his perfect faux hawk
became super oily and greasy, and parted itself down the middle. His hair also turned bright orange and fell
so that there was no shape in his hair at all.
His nose stretched out really far and wide to look like a potato nose and his ears doubled size and began to
flop over. His eyes turned from an emerald green to a muddy brown.
He pulled out his wallet and noticed that his school ID said "Erwin Elliot / Grade 12". The new Erwin began
to have memories flood him of the time he skipped two years of high school. "It was so good that I didn't
waste those two years of high school actually being in school!" he said in an extremely nasally voice. Now
being a super nerd, he would have no memories of partying, being on the football team, or flunking classes.
He was now Erwin Elliot, the Biochemical student who always studied and never played a video game his entire
life.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, but who was it?