As Mary walked up the steps, there was one thought going through her mind. 'Was Brandon really telling the truth about what was happening to his shoes and I didn't listen to him?' she keeps repeating in her head.
She finally gets to the door outside the room where the boys are at and it's already open. "Brandon can you come here please?" she asks.
Brandon comes outside the room and his mother is shocked and astonished when she sees the boots he's now wearing and is even more stunned when she sees his socks resume their climb up his legs, reaching his thighs and still rising higher, the color of them completely a see through sheer tone.
And that's not all she saw as now his blue jeans were starting to rise up his legs as well, reaching his knees, the color getting lighter and starting to morph into a stretchy, yet tight spandex material.
"Oh my God, Brandon. When did this start happening to you?" she asks as she can't help but keep looking at her altering son, his thighs finishing swelling out and getting curvy while he ages to 19 years old and the name on the driver's license inside of his wallet is changing to Brandin Thomaell.
Brandin shrugs his shoulders. "I think it started right after we left the costume shop mom." he says as his friends continue to look on in worry at their friend.
