Kyle jumped when his sister Beryl entered her room, surprising him. "My God, " fumed Beryl, as she entered the room, placed her hands on her hips and glared at Kyle.
"Beryl, it's not what you think, " pleaded Kyle.
"Oh, I know exactly what's going on. You're stealing my clothes again. How many times have I asked you to leave my stuff alone, and use your own clothes. If you like something of mine, go buy it yourself, " said Beryl, in a huff.
Kyle was confused for a second, but then remembered Jen's curse. No one will think anything is different, he thought. Reality must have changed, and Beryl thinks I have always had a body like this. And I must have been borrowing her clothes in this new reality.
Beryl started pushing him forcibly out of her room. Kyle was older, and had more than a few inches over her in height. But after his transformation, he was almost equal to her in height, and felt unbalanced with his large torso placed on Beryl's smaller hips and legs. Beryl had little difficulty moving him towards the open door of her room. "You can keep the jeans now; I definitely don't want to wear them again after you used them, " said Beryl. "But I'm gonna tell Mom when she gets home."
Kyle struggled against her, and turned to face her. "Wait, wait, please stop. I need your help. Like I said, this isn't what you think. If you can just give me a minute, I will explain everything."