Jon brought his hands away from his mouth. He looked around quickly. Nothing seem different.
His teacher was still writing logical fallacies on the board; kids were still texting and talking and drawing male anatomy on the desks.
He patted himself down. Everything appeared the same. Arms, legs, feet. Was it something on his face again?
He leaned over to the girl nearest him. "Do you have a mirror?"
She looked at him funny, but pulled a compact from her purse and handed it to him.
He opened it and looked at his face. Nothing. His face looked just like it had earlier, newly green eyes and all.
Jon shook his head and handed the mirror back to the girl.
What changed? he wondered once more.
Finally, in defeat, he picked up his pencil and began taking notes again.
After a minute he realized that something felt off. It was like his pencil was too large or....
He looked at his hands. It was barely noticeable, but they had shrunk. His hands were around half an inch smaller from wrist to finger-tips and had gotten narrower to compensate.
"What the hell?" Jon muttered once more.
