Gordon Johnson was wrong. It wasn't just a regular night, and was certainly not a regular day.
Gordon woke up, his back aching. He put his hand to his head, and felt wrinkles on it. His eyes widened. He slowly got out of his bed, and walked to the bathroom. He stared at himself in a mirror. Or better yet, herself. Gordon Johnson was now a 52 year old woman. Long, brown hair reached down to his waist. Streaks of grey and white were found in it. He had bags under his eyes, and wrinkles around his face.
"What the f-"
"Gordon, what the hell is going on!?!"
Gordon's little sister, who was 13, barged into the room. Of course, she was now 55, fat, balding, and wore thick, embarrassing glasses. For the record, she was also a man.
"I have no idea! Where's Mom and Dad?"
"I don't know! I looked in their room, they weren't there!"
"Look, maybe we should... okay, let me think."
"Gordon, we are old! I do not want to be old Gordon! And I do not want a dick!"
"Jenny, just let me think! I don't care if you're old, fat or anything! I just want to know what's going on!'" he said.
"What's going on is you being a dick! Which, in case you haven't noticed, is what I now have!"
"Shut up! Everything has a logical explanation. How is there a logical explanation?"
Suddenly, there was a flash of light.
Who, or what, has appeared?
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