As Brett entered and Bryan stood, staring in disbelief,
Paul quickly left the room and locked himself in his
bedroom. Gasping for breath, he let his towel fall to the
floor and stared at himself in the mirror.
"I had to be seeing things," the handsome, burly man
told his reflection. "Maybe Bryan was standing on
something. Maybe he got elevator shoes. It's all a joke
on me."
But it didn't feel like a joke. His body looked the same
as ever, but it filled slightly less of the mirror. He
crossed over to his dresser, retrieved some clothes,
and pulled them on. They were all too big, confirming
his worst fears, but he felt less vulnerable than
standing around naked.
But his decisiveness ended with choosing his outfit.
After several minutes of panicked delibation, he still
wasn't sure what to do next.