Hey, the name's Tyrone, Rex Tyrone. Yeah, I've heard all the jokes but I am not a 'Tyrone-osaurus Rex'. I'm actually a great guy, once you get to know me. I'm a twelve year old boy, almost thirteen, with brown hair and green eyes. I like to think of myself as the athletic type, though I come from a long line of scientific types. To the point, this whole mess started on my twelfth birthday when I woke up to a weird rash on my arm...
It was a Saturday and I had just pulled myself out of bed, feeling as if I had been hand washed, wringed out like a towel, and hug up to dry. In laments terms, I was soaked in sweat and every muscle hurt. "Man, I feel like crap!" I muttered to myself. "I wonder what I did to feel this bad."
I turned on the shower water, adjusting the temperature, then began to disrobe. Only, to my surprise, I found that I had to almost literally peal off the boxers and T-shirt I had worn to bed but it was not because of the sweat, they were somehow now too small for me. Waking up feeling as bad as I did was strange enough but this was just weird. "I hard of clothes shrinking due to being washed but due to heavy sweating?" I asked, confused. "What a freaky morning."
After I had pealed all of my clothes off, having to rip them all to do so, I gazed in the mirror to find that my green eyes seemed to be deeper in color but that was not what freaked me out. I checked myself for any signs of illness, thinking I had caught a virus or something and discovered a sick colored green rash on my upper arm. It didn't itch or burn but I deduced that it was the rash that was causing my strange condition and I pondered over what to do...
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