Brandon hummed happily as he ate his salad. He loved the crisp taste it had when it was freshly prepared, and it was quite healthy too.
"Helps keep my trim figure," Brandon said, not even sure if he was joking or not. And unnoticed to him, but his figure had grown trim, any remaining baby fat he had left as Brandon the ten year old boy disappearing in favor of a sleek, slender build. "Besides, a healthy diet sets a good example for the kids." The kids? What am I talking about? he thought to himself, his mind befuddled by the influx of new thoughts the phone call had brought.
Brandon stood, realizing that he should head off if he wanted to make the salon appointment. Perfect timing for tonight. Wait, what was happening tonight?
Meanwhile, Freddy had reached a gallery of sorts, a tastefully decorated room lined with various art pieces.
"What's this?" he wondered aloud, his heels clicking on the hardwood floor. As he looked around the room, Freddy didn't even have the slightest inkling of his changes: be it that he was now aged to nearly seventeen years, or to the fact that his skin tone was darkening at an unnatural rate.
