After going to his bedroom, he locked the door. He didn't want anyone to come in unexpectedly and see him like this. He was already embarrassed enough as it was.
Sitting on his bed, he let out a sigh of relief. He half expected to find his room different as well, but it was the same as it always was.
He stood up and walked to his closet, opening it. Inside all of his clothes were the way they should have been as well. It seemed that the only thing that had changed was him ... and the clothes he was wearing.
He sighed, then walked to his mirror, seeing a boy who barely even looked like him stare back at him. Yes, he still had his own face, but the rest of him looked so different that even his parents might not even recognize him.
He collapsed on the floor and sat up against his bed, burying his head in his lap. All of a sudden he felt like crying. It was justifiable, considering the situation. But Tom Welles was the type of guy that didn't cry. It showed weakness. But right now, he didn't care.
"Why is this happening to me?" he whimpered.
