Hide the Mark

"You're going to take the pill."

"What? Why? No way..."

"Oh come on. Here, I'll cover your buy in and you keep whatever you win. I stole some of my wife's clothes and I'm sure we can convince the guys you couldn't make it tonight and I grabbed a replacement. It'll be hilarious after a few hours you'll turn back right in the middle of the game!"

"Yeah... yeah okay. Where's this damn pill?"

Kyle pushes a small bag of pills into Marks hand and pushes him towards the basement bathroom. Once inside Mark locks the door and pulls out one of the pills.

"Don't worry. It's a few hours and it will be funny as hell... I hope."

Mark downs the pill and sits still for a few moments. When nothing happens he starts to laugh. Think Kyle is playing the ora k on him now and the guys are gonna give him a hard time for- what the hell?

Suddenly Mark feels a bizarre twisting motion inside himself. Almost as if all of his joints were popping at once and starting from his gut. He tried to stand up and he's horribly lopsided. Looking down one leg is shorter than the other!

"Owowowowow! Fuck this is not right! What the hell man?!"

Soon the popping ceases and his body is overcome with warmth and this feeling of tingles. Like when his foot falls asleep only it's everywhere!

"Whoa! This is so fucking weird!"

Wait was that Mark's voice? It doesn't sound like you. Not anymore. Some higher pitch and an odd inflection at the end. Huh...

A sound like a balloon being filled suddenly fills the air ears and it threatens to throw him off balance. A sudden expansion begins in parts of his body. First his chest and then his ass and hips too. All of the beer belly fat suddenly moving from the gut to give Mark an hourglass shape.

He twists and stumbles towards the mirror and watch the final moments.

"Whoa..."