Thinking fast, you decide that you have to get everyone out as quickly as possible, before you get the entire club infected.
You stand up, making clear eye contact with Blaine. “We need to get you out of here.”
Amelie nods, grabbing her jacket off the back of her chair. “You’re right. We need to get him to a hospital. Chris, grab his jacket.”
You shake your head. “Er, I don’t know about that. I mean, the hospital seems a little drastic…”
“Drastic?” Chris looks at you, puzzled. You notice the stubble on his jaw is quickly thickening, forming a short beard. His curly hair is straightening and beginning to darken several shades. “I just saw him age twenty years right in front of me!”
You shrug. “What if this isn’t something a doctor can fix? What if it’s more of a… chakra thing?”
Chris gives you a long look, as if considering what you’d said. You can see his chest tattoo is beginning to fade away, as sparse brown hair begins appearing on his torso.
Amelie has gotten Blaine up and moving to the nearest exit. She turns back to the three of you. “Come on, guys. Let’s-“ She stops short, staring at Chris.
Chris’ toned musculature is beginning to fade. His abs bow out slightly, forming a paunch, as his pecs begin to shrink away.
Amelie puts a hand to her lips, her eyes wide. “Oh my god, Chris! It’s happening to you, too!”
Chris looks down at his body, noticing his changes for the first time. His jaw drops as he runs a hand over his shrunken torso and feels the sparse body hair. He feels his biceps as the muscle shrinks away. His hands fly to his face and feel the well-groomed beard on his jaw. He feels the top of his head; his hair long since receded away, leaving the top of his scalp with only a thin, sparse covering. As you watch, grey begins to appear in his beard and what remains of his hair, as wrinkles start manifesting around his eyes.
Chris turns to stare at you, a look of bewilderment frozen on his face. “What’s happening to us?”
You grimace, trying to motion him out the door. “I promise I’ll explain later, but we need to leave now.”
His bewildered expression changes to a glower as he grabs Blaine’s jacket and follows a stunned-looking Amelie out the side door.
Blaine is there waiting for you. He looks just as shocked as Amelie when he sees Chris. “Man, you look just like your dad, too!”
Chris points accusingly back at you and George, as you close the door behind you. “They did it!”
Blaine turns to you. “What? Man, what’s going on here?”
You hold up your hands defensively. “Hold on. I promise I can explain.”
Blaine crosses his arms over his new, hefty gut. “Okay. We’re waiting.”
You look around. You seem to be in a parking lot, thankfully alone. You hadn’t wanted the evening to go this direction, but now it seemed you had no choice. You take a moment to collect your thoughts as you rub your rough hands over your weathered face.
“Okay. First off,” you gesture at yourself, “I don’t really look like this. Just like you guys, I also got turned into my dad.” You thrust a thumb in George’s direction. “So did he. We’re all in the same boat, here.”
Blaine frowns. “So, you’re not really-“
You shake your head. “No. No I’m not. I didn’t even know you would be here. I ran into you by happenstance. I’m sorry.”
Chris glares at you angrily. “Yeah, but that still doesn’t explain what happened to us!”
You sigh. “Yeah, I’m getting to that. Get comfy. It’s sort of a long story. So… I found these socks…”
You explain to them the events transpiring since George, Colby, and yourself tried on the socks earlier that day. You tell them how you had gotten stuck and how the forms wore on soon after. You then tell them about how you spontaneously transformed under the light of the full moon.
“I had no idea that I could infect other people, causing them to turn into their own dads. I mean, come on, it’s not like it would be something you’d expect. Right?”
Chris is still glowering at you. “You really expect us to believe all of that?”
You make a wide sweeping gesture in their direction. “It’s the best I’ve got.”
Chris turns to Blaine, nudging his stomach with his elbow. “Do you really believe these guys?”
Blaine holds up a hand. “Hold up, Chris.” He looks up at you. “Do you think this will wear off when the moon goes down?”
You shrug. “That’s what we’re hoping. Believe us, we don’t want to be stuck like this any more than you do.”
Blaine thanks for a bit before turning to Amelie, who leaning against what must be Blaine’s car. “What do you think?”
Amelie shakes her head and shrugs. “I’m thinking somebody slipped me something in my drink.”
Blaine nods then turns back to you. “Alright. Let’s hope this will wear off by sunrise. In the meantime, let’s all crash at my place.” He smirks. “We’ll make a party out of it.”
Chris frowns. “What? Are you sure?”
Blaine elbows Chris in the ribs. “Hey, the best out of a bad situation, right? It might even be fun. Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to be in your dad’s shoes?”
Chris rolls his eyes. “Not really. He’s almost fifty! And I can barely see a thing. He wears, like, super thick glasses. Not to mention,” he rubs his mostly bare scalp, “my head is cold.”
George lets out a half-hearted chuckle. “You get used to it.”
Blaine strokes his new mustache as he turns to Amelie. Thankfully, she seems to be immune to this were-dad affliction. “Would you mind driving?”
He tosses her his keys, which she snatches out of the air. “Seeing as I still have my hand-eye coordination, I might as well lead this crazy-train.”
It’s a tight fit, what with George and Blaine being extra wide, not to mention you’re not so skinny yourself, but you all manage to pile in. You set off for Blaine’s place to wait out the night.