Pick the coin up, it's his choice, finders keepers

Mark holds the coin before his eyes, watching it glisten, smiling as he puts it in his pocket and heads home.

When he walks through the door he sees his mom down the hall in the kitchen. "Mom! Come look at this!" Excited to show her, Mark takes the coin out of his pocket and places it in the palm of his hand and looks at it, glistening bright orange and getting brighter.

Feeling it start to get hot, he panics as he rushes into the kitchen "Mom!" Shouting scared as he tries to shake the coin off but it doesn't move stuck to his hand "Mom! Help it hurts". His mom comes rushing up to him as they both see the coin sinking into his palm, just looking at it, the pain disappearing as the once solid coin melting firmly inside his hand.

His mom constantly checking to see if her son is ok, rubbing his hand "It's ok mom, it doesn't hurt any more" the only thing on Mark's mind now thinking how cool it will be to show his friends. "Are you sure your ok?" His mom asking, seeing the coin looking like it is part of his hand.

Marks parents talk about what happened with the coin later over dinner and agree to see how it goes and sleep on it.

Getting ready for bed, looking at his palm as he slowly drifts off to sleep. Dreaming about his day and what went on when he planned to show his mom the coin. The coin begins to buzz and vibrate, not waking Mark as it reads his DNA and begins to make changes to his body.

Slowly opening his eyes as he looks around the room, he knows something is different but can't put his finger on it, his pj's tight as he walks to the sink and briefly glances into the mirror and see a familiar face so says...