Colby smirks and tosses you the socks. "Last one."
George sneers at Colby. "At least I'm not a fat old guy, anymore. How's it feel to be on the other side?"
Colby shrugs the remark off. "I don't mind it. I kind of like feeling more mature." He pats his stomach. "I could do without the gut, though."
You tug the socks on and slip your feet back into your bowling shoes. "It's your turn, George."
He stands with a smirk. He flexes a little, emphasizing his new muscles. "Now that i'm used to my muscles, I'm going to show you what a real bowler can do." He bends backward in a show of stretching, but only succeeds in emphasizing his subtle stomach.
He grabs his ball and peers down the lane. He studies the countless trajectories for a moment before rearing back, then letting the ball fly. It almost immediately flies into the gutter, cascading down the chute at an impressive speed. George's new ears turn a shade of red as he clenches his fists for a moment.
Colby struggles to keep from laughing as he hides his smile with a cup of beer. You do the same. You notice the hair on your arm begin to thing out, the hairs lightening in color. You begin looking around for a reflective surface, wishing for a mirror. Colby removes the remaining beer cups from the metal tray George had brought and hands it to you.
He gives an easy smile, the crow's feet around his eyes crinkling. "That's what I used. Looks like your hair is turning blonde."
Looking in the mirror, you can see your black hair is indeed quickly turning to a light shade of blonde. You also feel a subtle dropping sensation as you begin losing height. "I hope I'm not turning into a kid," you mutter.
Colby laughs. "Not with feet that big!"
George collects his ball from the ball return, his movements quick and angry. "Will you guys shut up? I'm trying to concentrate, here!"
He takes a deep breath before sending the ball back down the lane, only to have it tumble down the gutter almost immediately.
You see George is less than thrilled with his performance, so you lend him some words of encouragement. "Easy there, George. It's only bowling." You voice is noticeable less deep and gravelly than before.
George wipes his face with his hands and sighs. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry, I don't know why I keep getting so worked up." He frowns and looks you up and down. "You're looking different."
You look back into the reflective tray. You're facial hair is retracting, giving you a clean-shaven, boyish face. Your hard angles are also softening as you become younger. You look down to see your muscular frame is dwindling down. Your beer gut is also shrinking away. Standing up, you can immediately tell you're now the smallest of the three of you. Your fingers have become long and delicate, your arms thin and twiggy. Your chest and stomach flatten. You're skinnier than when you were a teen.
You make your way to the ball return, being careful not to trip up on your pant legs. You grab the ball, your hands instinctively positioning themselves around its curved surface. You step up to the lane, the stance coming second nature to you. You wind up and let the ball loose, calculating its trajectory in a split second. It hurtles down the right side of the lane before curving in and smashing in the the center of the pins, knocking them all down. You throw your hands up, impressed with your own skill.
Colby smiles and claps. "Nice!"
George gives a half smile, trying not to be peeved, but failing.
You step toward your friends and present yourself. "How do I look?" You, thankfully don't have a kid's voice. You don't feel like a kid either, despite your short stature and lack of definition.
Colby hands you the tray. "See for yourself."
You have short, blond hair with no sign of hair loss. You have young features, lacking any wrinkles. You do have a triangular soul patch directly below your lower lip, showing you are capable of growing facial hair. If you had to guess, you would say you were somewhere in your early twenties.
George leans back in his chair. "Not bad, if a little scrawny."
As you sit you take one of the untouched cups of beer. "Then let's see if my scrawny ass can beat you in bowling."
You and Colby chuckle ans George sneers into a cup.