Darryl didn't sleep well at his first night at the boys' home. And when he woke he was hot and covered in sweat.
He had disbanded his pyjamas during the night because they no longer fit. His body was already subtly growing with some muscle. It now resembled the body of a young teen who enjoyed his sports.
There was a commotion going on in the corridor outside as the other boys in the home started to file down for breakfast. It sounded incredibly rowdy. But whereas the old Darryl would have shyed away from such a noise with fear, since taking the pill he didn't think twice about sticking his head around the door. And he didn't even think to bother putting on a shirt to do it either although he did slip on some shorts to hide his growing package.
"You alright man" said one of the other boys, nodding at him as he passed Darryl's door.
"Yeah, you alright man" responded Darryl instinctively. He was taken aback by his lack of shyness and his cracking voice, as it started to grow deeper.
It was also clear that as other sixteen year olds passed him, Darryl had grown in height during the night. He was no longer the smallest in class by far, now much more average.
He started to leave his room and follow the other boys downstairs, still sweaty, bare-chested and just wearing a pair of shorts.