"Oh my God!" Mike shouted, both in surprise and frustration.
"What's the matter?" Brian asked as he stood there on the basketball court, perched in four-inch stilettos and dressed in nothing but pastel pink lingerie.
"Look at yourself, man!" Mike said, hoping his friend would finally notice the incongruent reality.
"What? Do I have a run?" Brian began running his hands up and down his legs, inspecting for any flaws in his stockings, but found none.
Mike gave an exasperated sigh, then closed his eyes and began concentrating. He cautiously opened one eye first, then the other, relieved when he finally saw Brian returned to normal.
"Dude, you seem really stressed or something," Brian said, oblivious to his former state.
"Yeah, let's just head back to the dorm. I think I need a shower."
And it was a cold shower. But the icy water kept Mike's mind from wandering. What the hell was this? Why would John... or whoever... why would they give him a power he couldn't even control? Would he ever learn to control it? Mike hoped he wouldn't be stuck in an ever-changing reality forever...
And he certainly couldn't stay in the shower forever. Before hypothermia set in, he stepped out of the shower and toweled off. With a bit of concentration, his skin was suddenly dried, and a pair of shorts and a t-shirt appeared on his body. Sure, the power had some perks, but there had to be a way to control it... just stay focused.
Mike headed to his afternoon class, and hoped it would give his mind something to focus on for a bit. He could only hope there were no distractions...
