The phone rings, and you scramble to answer it, knocking things in your room over with your giant feet as you run.
Over the sounds of breaking glass and furniture, and the still ringing phone, you can hear your mother screaming bloody murder down stairs.
You toy with the idea of not answering the phone, but by this point you have gone through too much trouble to get there.
"Hello!" you sigh into the reciever and to your dismay, your voice is unusually deep, deeper than when you had just spoken to your mother.
"May I speak with Jake, Sir?" comes a reply.
It is your best friend Brian.
You think about just hanging up again but you remember that Brian is a science fanatic and may just be able to help you control, or reverse, your new situation.
"Brian, I have something huge to show you!"
"Fuckin' wierdo!" Brian harks at you, "I don't care if you're Jake's dad or not; nobody tries to put fag moves on me and lives to tell about it!"
"No, Brian, you dont understand! I really need your help with this giant problem. I can't leave my room. Please come over. I would do it for you!"
"I don't get down like that, you butt banger! Tell your son that if he speaks to me again I'm going to give him a new set of nostrils!"
"But it's me, Brian!" you try to explain, too late to beat the sound of his furious hang up.
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