Mikey walked through the party, curious to what all these people were doing. This was his house, wasn't it? No, Mikey thought to himself, This can't be my house.
As he made his way through the crowd, he noticed several people were noticing him, or more specifically noticing his posterior. There stares were lustful and rather blatant. And someone even slapped his butt as he walked by. He knew he should be bothered by their lewd behavior, especially as he was a prepubescent boy, but for some reason Mikey didn't mind. It seemed amusing, even.
Mikey's body was beginning to shift under the shirt's influence, his body aging as his hair began to grow longer and his butt beginning to expand to the proportions promised on his shirt. But he paid none of the changes any mind, as he continued to look around the party for someone he knew.
A girl beckoned Mikey over, who he somehow recognized as being named Ellen. "Glad you finally made it!" Ellen in greeting, once the two had waded through the crowd to one another.
"Er... thanks," Mikey said, not really sure how Ellen knew him, or how he knew Ellen for that matter.
"Well, I suppose you'd want to go talk to the host, huh? She's in the kitchen, just head on over. She'll be glad to have someone else nearby for all the boys to ogle."
"Thanks," Mikey said sarcastically, but made his way towards the kitchen anyways. He looked, around, wondering if he would recognize the party's host as he did Ellen.
