In the hallway, she pushed open the door to the bedroom of a teenaged boy. There was a PC , some model aircrafts, and plenty of books, but they all looked like gaming books. The walls were plastered with posters of outrageously-proportioned women (photographs and... cartoon drawings?) in various states of undress. The room stank of stale male sweat and other fluids.
The room belonged to Leonard Drullers, a neighbour and sometime friend of Jon. He was an overweight nerd that was really into sci-fi, comics, and role-playing games.
Blankly, she stripped, dropping the clothes of an adult female jogging on the floor. Lydia took a soiled pair of oversized sweatpants from a heap of crinkled clothes in the corner and stepped into it. Holding the waistband up with one hand, she searched the same pile for a smelly t-shirt that would look like a tent on her.
Lydia nearly gagged at what she was doing but something in the back of her mind told her it was okay, that it was what should be done. Powerless to resist, she pulled the grimy t-shirt over her head, where it hung to her skinny knees.... for no more than a moment.
For a moment later, Lydia's flesh filled out her clothing completely - some would say too much. Lydia looked as she would if she were seventeen again, grossly overweight and a boy. She absent mindedly rubbed the unkempt hairs on her blubbery neck, then stroked the disappointingly small semi-chubby in her pants. She put on her thick glasses, a pair of grubby sneakers and waddled down the stairs to join Leonard Druller's (or rather, Lydia Druller's) family.
