It felt like someone had grabbed hold of his insides and was yanking on them hard. Finally, he heard what sounded like a popping noise, like the sound of burping a tupperware container, and the pain vanished. He moaned in relief.
He stumbled out of the stall and to the sink, and splashed some water on his face. At least that looked about the same. The rest of him....he'd grown at least a foot...mostly in his legs, it seemed. He looked old enough to be his own mother.
His shirt had turned red, and seemed to him a bit too short for him now, clinging to his upper body. His pants were now so short as to look like..well, shorts. Strangely enough, they still fit.
His hair seemed longer as well, or at least bigger. And...most shockingly was what was in his pants...or rather what was no longer in his pants.
He...although she was probably technically accurate, stumbled out of the bathroom and toward the dining room. He spotted Nicholas, Richard, and Harold sitting down. "Are you all right?" Harold asked. "You ran for the bathroom pretty quickly."
"Do I look all right?" Jordan said, with more calm than even he thought he should have. He felt panicky on the inside, but somehow, he controlled it.
"You do look a little under the weather," he said. "Why don't you go back to the cabin and lie down? I still need to speak to the manager about the mixup with the beds. I think he thought you and I were a couple," Harold said. "Instead of family."
Richard laughed. "Come on, Harry...is it so bad that people think you could get someone like Jordan?" Jordan shot a glance at Nicholas, who looked equally confused.
