His Apartment

John's eyes darted around as he awoke to the familiar shades of brown that were the walls of his apartment.

John vaguely remembered meeting the Gods, but that had to have been a weird dream due to too much **** the night before. Or was it?

Just to humor himself, John closed his eyes and tried to focus on the meeting. Giant white room, equally giant people dressed in robes and....John wishing for the ability to shapeshift. "I probably watched Clash of the Titans after getting hammered...." John muttered to himself.

On the off chance that all that actually did happen and he could shapeshift, John focused on someone he wanted to turn into.

He closed his eyes and thought of his neighbor, Wendy. Well, what he could remember of her considering she hardly leaves her apartment and even more rarely talks to anyone.

John could see her now: bright red hair, pale and lanky, flat chest, glasses and braces. Despite being twenty two and in the local college, Wendy looked like a very tall thirteen year old.

When John opened his eyes and saw his mirror, he was absolutely shocked. He was now Wendy, at least in appearance. 'It worked. It actually worked.' He thought to himself and began to wonder if he had visually turned into her fully, or just what he could remember from her. Only one way to find out.