Lucy gasped as she saw that her room, which she had expected to be her normal, teenage boy's room, was now that of a five year old girl. Worse, it was a very girlie five year old girl. Every inch of both her walls and ceiling of her room was pastel pink, though it was interrupted with the occasional poster and Lucy's drawers. The drawers weren't too much better as they were pink and white , and Lucy's posters, while they were still in the same positions, now were totally different, depicting princesses. The whole princess theme continued to Lucy's bed, which was a pink, four poster canopy bed. Even from the door, Lucy could see that the bedcover was princess themed and she didn't need to see the sheets to know what color they were. Probably the worst thing was the removal of her entertainment system and tv. instead, Lucy had a brand new doll's house, which was naturally pink, and a small vanity
"How could this happen?" Lucy said, the moment her shock turned to anger. She had been gone for only fifteen minutes at most, and she knew it was not enough time for anyone to change anything. While she knew that magic was real, thanks to her transformation from teenage boy, to eight year old girl, and finally to a five year old one, so far the magic from the condoms only affected her. Everything, from Jack, to the warning on the condoms themselves told her that only she should be affected. Lucy was about to turn to get her parents, when she scowled, annoyed with herself. Her male pride was going crazy, and the last thing she wanted to do was go running to mommy and daddy without at least trying to help herself, first.
Of course, Lucy's survival sense was in action too. It was screaming at her for her not to enter, but pride was stronger. Pouting, Lucy said, "My name is Luke and I'm not some frightened little girl." With that, Lucy stepped onto her pink carpet. As she crossed the threshold, Lucy looked around her own body, followed with changed room, slightly pleased with herself as she neither saw or felt any further changes. She would had been far less reassured of herself if she had know that her toenails had started to lengthen slightly and turn pink, or that the soles of her white and pink laced sneakers were beginning to harden.