SWOOSH
"Man, you're lookin' pretty sorry today. You didn't even try to defend that easy layup," Brian bragged as he recovered the loose basketball.
"Sorry. It's been a weird day," Mike responded.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I was talking to John and..."
"Who's John?" Brian looked at him quizically.
"Um... our roommate?"
"Dude, are you sure you're okay? It's just you and me and Steve in the dorm room, and you know that he's always at the library or some shit."
Mike sighed. Of course Brian wouldn't remember John, just like he didn't remember being a gorgeous woman just twenty minutes ago. Mike had tested his powers a couple of times on the walk over to the courts. Little things, like changing a tree into another tree, or some stranger's mountain bike into a pink little girl's bicycle with training wheels. It was weird, knowing he had so much power. It hadn't quite sunk in yet, but he was a little worried about how far things might go.
"Let's just... keep playing." He took the ball from Brian and started dribbling. He just had to get his mind off of the weird things, just for a little while. One-on-one basketball was always a great distraction. He started dribbling down the court, as Brian ran ahead and set up to defend the basket. The two were face to face for a minute, Brian's eyes locked onto Mike to see which way he'd move. As Mike tried to eye a way past the only defender, he couldn't help but let his mind drift to what had happened. The unbelievable power. John's demonstration. Brian... and that lingerie...
And in the blink of an eye, Brian's gym outfit changed instantly into the lingerie he'd been wearing earlier. But this time, he didn't change into the gorgeous model. Mike, naturally, stopped dribbling and stared. Brian took advantage, stole the ball, and sank a perfect jump shot, not missing a step despite the stiletto heels he was now wearing.
He turned back to Mike, who could only gape at his best friend. "Are you feeling okay, Mike,?" Brian asked as he adjusted one of his thigh-high stockings.
