Vik was having a bad day. First, he'd been told the wrong time for his exam, and missed it completely. Then his car broke down, he was stuck stranded for hours waiting for a tow, and he couldn't afford the repairs so he had to call a friend to get a ride home. And then he lost his bet on how the big game would end, and had to dress up like... that. And now...
This can't be real.
Vik looked up at the bathroom mirror, trying, and failing, to see his reflection. The angle was too steep. He could barely see the mirror at all.
This is impossible.
He looked down at his, now hairless, arms next. Turning them around, he stared at how they were thinner, like they were someone else's, not his own.
how did?
He felt something brushing against his back, and a slight twinge near and... behind? his shoulderblades.
This is impossi-
And when he reached back to feel what it was, his arm was blacked by some kind of flat membrane. And he could feel the touch of his fingertips against it, could feel it effortlessly move back away from his touch.
This is insane. I've gone insane. I'm lying on the floor foaming at the mouth right now. This isn't -can't- be real.
He looked down at his costume. The sparkly pink dress he had to wear for the rest of the night, which didn't even... didn't used to fit him at all.
But it feels so real...
"What just - why do I sound different?!"
He looked up at the doorknob, then over at the open bathroom window. Both far out of reach.
"And how do I get out of here?!"
((Costume=Fairy))