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Daniel could feel his muscles throbbing, keeping rhythm with his
heartbeat. His body ached and he was soaked in sweat, the moisture cold
and wet against his skin. His mouth, though, was completely dry, as if he
had been sucking on a cotton ball until just recently. Lying in bed
Daniel opened his eyes to the world around him.
Judging from the darkness that had crept into the room, several hours had
passed since Daniel had fallen asleep. As his eyes began to adjust to the
lack of light he noticed that he was not alone. There was movement in the
corner of the room; somebody leaning against the wall was watching him.
Even through the dim Daniel could tell it was his roommate, Brian.
"What the hell are you doing?" Daniel asked, annoyed.
"Watching you sleep."
"I can tell that. Why?"
"Nothing good on TV," Brian said. "Is there something wrong with you? You
look ... different."
Brian's concern for his friend showed through his weak attempt at levity.
"I don't really feel so hot. It feels like I just had my ass kicked by a
UFC fighter. I'm sore as hell and not really in the mood to wake up to my
roommate gawking at me."
"Sorry... I was just trying to wake you up."
"No... I'm sorry. I just don't feel very well. I guess I drank more then
I thought yesterday."
"That doesn't look like any hangover I've ever seen," Brian said. "It
looks more like you took a bath in Oil of Olay."
"What the hell does that mean?" Daniel asked, sitting up in his bed.
"You look at least six years younger."
Daniel shot up and stumbled out of his bed. The distance from the bed to
the floor took Daniel by surprise. In his post-slumber state, he had
forgotten about the fact that he was shrinking.
Jumping over a pile of dirty clothes Daniel rushed into his bathroom and
turned on the lights.
When he saw his reflection in the mirror, his first thought was that
somebody had taped a picture from his middle school yearbook onto the
glass. He had changed so much, looked so different, that Daniel, for a
split second, couldn't believe that he was actually looking at his own
face. But as he brought one hand up to his face, felt his skin and
touched his nose, Daniel realized that the face staring back at him was
indeed his own.
The first thing Daniel noticed was that he had seemingly stopped
shrinking. He was more or less the same height as he was when he had
fallen asleep. He looked smaller then before though.
His shoulders were shrunken and his arms were thinner, more delicate.
What little muscles Daniel had once possessed were almost non-existent.
Gloria's jeans, while previously ill-fitting on Daniel, seemed almost
snug now. During his nap his hips seemed to have flared out and his ass
grown. That couldn't be possible, though. Could it?
Daniel's skin, normally patched with at least a day's worth of stubble,
had become smooth, clear. A zit that Daniel had popped the night before
had vanished, along with several other pimples that had been in various
stages of formation. He lifted a finger to his skin to feel the
smoothness of his cheek and noticed that his hands seemed smaller, his
fingers looked longer.
"What the heck did you do to yourself, man? You look like you've been
sneaking some kind of hormones on the side."
Brian had followed Daniel into the bathroom and was now staring, wide-
eyed, at his friend.
Daniel ignored him, shocked into silence by the face that looked back at
him from the mirror.
"I know you probably feel like you're getting older, but I think, maybe,
you went a bit far with the whole trying to look younger bit. Do you
think the ladies are really going to go for that kind of look? You have a
face like my kid brother's."
"No. I don't look like your brother," Daniel said. "I don't look like
anybody's brother. I look like a girl."
Brian laughed at Daniel's ludicrous statement.
"What? A girl? With a face like that? Daniel, my friend, I don't think
you have to worry about anybody asking you to pose for Playboy anytime
soon."
Daniel didn't laugh at Brian's joke.
"You're serious, right?" Brian asked. "How is this possible? What did you
do to yourself?"
"I didn't do anything," Daniel said, unable to turn away from the mirror.
"Last night the magician cursed me or hypnotized me or something. She
tried to make me think I was a girl, but it didn't work then. She must
have done something to me though because ... look at me. Look at my face.
Look at my arms. Look at how short I am. Look at my ass!"
"You're right... it's not a bad ass," Brian said, grinning.
Daniel was slightly troubled to find himself blushing.
"What the hell is happing to me?" he wondered out loud. "I need to find
Dr. Suspendo."
"Well, you should take Gloria with you," Brian said. "She's been waiting
in the living room for almost half an hour."
"What?"
Daniel turned to Brian, worry in his eyes.
"What is she doing here?"
"She said you were the one who called her."
"Well, you have to tell her I'm not here."
"No can do," Brian said, shaking his head. "I already told her you were
in your room sleeping."
"Well, tell her you couldn't wake me. Tell her that I'm out like a log.
She has to come back later."
"If I tell her that, she'll just come in here and try to wake you
herself. She said she has to talk to you about something really
important."
"Shit," Daniel said.
Shit indeed, Daniel thought. What was he going to do? There was no way on
earth that Gloria could ever see Daniel right now. Not when he looked the
way he looked.
"Uh... Just give me about five minutes and then let her come in."
"Five minutes it is," Brian said. "You might want to change into
something else though. That shirt looks like it belongs to a chick. And
are those flowers on your ass?"
"Just go and tell her."
Daniel rubbed his eyes. What had he done to deserve any of this?
Gloria was getting tired of waiting for Brian to wake Daniel. As she sat
on the couch in the living room, she imagined the two of them inside the
bathroom, rehearsing some kind of apology; one Daniel hoped would win her
forgiveness.
Gloria had not come to forgive Daniel, though.
It wasn't that she was still terribly upset about Daniel's behavior the
previous night. She had had time to cool down and think things over.
Daniel had drunk too much beer and had acted like an idiot ? it was
embarrassing but it was not the end of the world. In a different
situation, Gloria could have eventually laughed off the whole night,
teasing Daniel for years to come about his inability to hold his alcohol.
While she had forgiven Daniel in her heart, Gloria was not ready to tell
him that.
She had come to tell Daniel that their friendship was over.
Last night had changed everything. Last night, Gloria had opened herself
up and revealed her vulnerabilities to Daniel. As much as she hated
realizing it, she knew that there was no going back. Her relationship
with Daniel could never be the same.
This was not the first time Gloria had faced a similar decision. After
they had made love several months ago, Gloria had been faced with a
choice. She could move on, try to forget Daniel. She chose to hide her
feelings for the sake of their friendship. It had been painful for Gloria
to be so close to the person she loved, yet remain so far. She had worked
hard, though, and had even come close to fooling herself into believing
that she no longer was in love with him. Things had been awkward for a
while, but Gloria had managed to bottle up her feelings, content with
letting them rest on a shelf.
The bottle was open now. Daniel knew how Gloria felt and their
relationship had changed forever. Gloria knew that there were only two
possible roads that lay ahead as far as Daniel and her were concerned.
Daniel could either choose to ignore Gloria's confession and pretend as
if the conversation had never happened or he could decide, out of pity,
to attempt a relationship with his best friend. A relationship built out
of pity could never end well, Gloria thought. Eventually Daniel would
grow tired of her and the relationship would end, along with their
friendship. Either way, in the end, Gloria could only see pain and hurt
in her future. It never crossed Gloria's mind that Daniel was in love
with her. Such a thought was a fantasy that Gloria could not afford to
indulge. She was tired of bottles and repressed emotions. She knew that
life was too short to invite pain and suffering into it.
And so Gloria had chosen to avoid the uncertainty, the awkwardness
between friends. The cat was out of the bag and she had decided she would
rather cut her losses now then have to deal with the inevitability slow
and painful death of their friendship.
She heard the door to Daniel's room open and saw Brian walk out.
"Daniel's getting dressed," Brian said. "He said to give him five
minutes."
"Okay," Gloria said, not moving from the couch.
Brian walked over to the living room and slumped onto the recliner.
"Happy birthday by the way," Brian said.
"Thanks," Gloria replied, the sour expression on her face unwavering.
"What's the matter with you two? Did something happen last night?"
"We had a fight."
"Well, I hope you two find a way to kiss and make up. I hate to see the
two of you get your panties twisted up over a little thing like a fight."
"Look, Brian, I appreciate you trying to help out and all, but I'm not
really in the mood to talk with you about this right now."
"Okay, fine ... it's just that I'd hate to see you hurt Daniel. That boy
is head over heals in love with you and -"
"What?" Gloria interrupted.
"In love with you. Daniel's in love with you and you're in love with him
and - Jesus, it's like a Jane Austin novel or something. All the
unrequited love in the air is suffocating. Why the two of you haven't
hooked up yet is beyond me."
Could Brian really be telling the truth, Gloria thought. Could she really
allow herself the chance to believe him?
"I really need to talk to Daniel," Gloria said, getting up and crossing
over to his room.
Brian shot up and rushed over to the door, blocking her way.
"I really don't think it's been five minutes yet," he said. "We should
really give him his five minutes."
"I don't care. I need to talk to him now."
"He's probably still getting changed."
Gloria pushed Brian aside.
"It'll be fine," she said, opening the door.
She braced herself as she walked into the room. There was nobody inside.
Daniel's room was empty. She checked in the bathroom and in the closet;
but he was not hiding anywhere.
Brian stood by the doorway, nervously gnawing on his cuticles.
"I thought you said he was sleeping?" Gloria asked. "Where is he?"
"Maybe he flushed himself down the toilet," Brian offered.
Gloria was about to leave when she noticed the window curtains fluttering
in the breeze.
"I can't believe he snuck outside through the window just so he wouldn't
have to deal with me."
"But he told me to let you in... He must have decided to go on to the
doctor by himself. Something was wrong with him."
"You're lying," Gloria said.
He was probably lying about the way Daniel felt as well, she thought.
Gloria felt sick to her stomach.
"No, seriously, I'm telling the truth. He told me he had to go see a
doctor. He's really sick. I mean, jeeze, you should see what he looks
like."
Gloria's eyebrows involuntarily rose. What could be wrong with Daniel?
"It's close to ten. What kind of doctor is he going to see at this time
of the night?"
"I don't know what kind of doctor he is, but his name sounded really
weird. Like a comic book villain or something. Dr. Amazo or Mysterio
or..."
"Suspendo?"
"That's the one! He sounds like a Batman villain, right?"
"More like a magician."
What on Earth would Daniel be doing going to see a magic show, Gloria
wondered as she grabbed her coat from the living room couch. It didn't
matter. If what Brian said was true, she needed to have a very long talk
with Daniel.
Daniel sat in the back of the community center and watched Dr. Suspendo's
routine. He had not seen any of her act the previous night before he had
been thrown. Now, though, he studied every trick, every slight of hand
for proof that he was dealing with somebody with real power. He was
looking for magic with every new set piece.
None of her tricks were particularly mysterious, though. She guessed
people's ages, pulled rabbits out of a hat; it was the standard set of
novice tricks taught to beginning magicians.
During one point in her show, she hypnotized a volunteer into thinking
that he was a chicken. As the volunteer stood on stage and clucked,
Daniel wondered if the man would begin to sprout feathers the next day.
Probably not.
Try as he might, Daniel could not see anything remotely magical about Dr.
Suspendo's performance. She was a normal magician ? albeit one who
happened to have a really good body and didn't mind dressing to show it
off.
That was the other problem that Daniel chewed over while he watched the
magician perform.
As Daniel watched Dr. Suspendo do her show, he found himself paying
special attention to her body. Unlike the previous night, though, where
he had lusted over the woman's curves, tonight he found himself feeling
slightly jealous of her Amazonian stature. No matter how much he tried,
Daniel couldn't help but feel slightly envious as he watched the other
men in the crowed drool over the good doctor. A part of him, very small,
yet still present, wished the men would drool over him. Daniel needed to
chase those thoughts away. He raised his hand and summoned a waitress,
hoping for a stiff drink.
As a young girl walked up to Daniel, he found himself asking for a
cosmopolitan. A cosmo? He hated those drinks. Either way, the waitress
laughed and asked to see an ID. Daniel fumbled in the pocket of a giant
overcoat that he wearing, hoping to hide the fact that he was still
dressed in Gloria's blouse and jeans, and pulled out his wallet. He
handed the waitress his driver's license.
"Honey, you should really give this back to your big brother. If he found
out you stole his wallet, you're libel to get a smack down."
Daniel thought for a moment about protesting, but realized there was no
point. What would he say? The waitress was right - he looked nothing like
the picture on his driver's license.
"How about I get you a nice soda instead?" the waitress asked. "It's on
the house."
"Thanks," Daniel said. "Can you also do me a favor?"
"Depends on what it is," the waitress replied.
"Can I meet Dr. Suspendo after the show?"
"You want her autograph or something?"
"Something like that," Daniel said, slumping slightly in his chair.
"I'm sure we can arrange that. Why don't you wait by the bar after the
show? I'll be right back with your soda pop."
The waitress walked away, ready to tell her friends at the bar about the
kid who tried to buy booze from her.
Daniel pulled the coat tighter over his body and went back to watching
the show.
As the show wrapped up and Dr. Suspendo said her farewells to the
audience, Daniel slowly got up from his seat and crossed to the bar. He
took a seat at the stool and waited. As the crowed began to empty the
theater and silence filled the air, Daniel spotted Dr. Suspendo as she
slowly made her way to the bar. She was no longer dressed in her stage
outfit. Instead she wore a flowing emerald green dress that sparkled in
the dimming lights of the theater. A see-through shawl was draped around
her shoulders, half covering a shining gold pendent that hung from her
neck.
Daniel recognized the pendent right away. He continued to stare at it as
the doctor approached him and took a seat next to him. She whispered a
drink order to the bartender and turned to Daniel.
"Whatcha got for me to sign, hon?"
Daniel continued to stare at her pendent, not moving. He could feel a
surge of anger flaring up in his gut, threatening to burst free.
Dr. Suspendo stared right back at Daniel, looking deep into his eyes. As
she stared at him, something clicked. She saw something, if only for a
brief second, in his face that she recognized. Her eyes lit up.
"Danielle? Oh my God, it is you. What the heck happened to you? You look
... well, you look like a girl."
"My name is Daniel," Daniel said, choking back his anger.
"Right. Right. Daniel. Sorry."
"What did you do to me?"
"Me? I didn't do anything to you. Stand up, though, let me take a look at
you. Take off the coat, please."
"No thanks," he said, not moving. "I prefer it on. Yesterday you did
something to me on the stage. I want you to undo it now."
"I didn't do a thing to you. I mean I tried to hypnotize you, but
obviously that didn't work out as planned. That's the problem with
hypnosis. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Let me tell you
though, you were a real headache yesterday. Even after you got kicked out
of the theater, you ruined the show. It took me forever to win the
audience back after that little stunt you pulled when I tried to
hypnotize you. You couldn't have just played along?"
"You did something to me. Something magic."
"I thought magic didn't exist?" Gloria asked, adopting a mock sneer.
Daniel ripped off the coat.
"You made your point, you bitch. Magic's real. Look at me! Look at what
you did to me."
Gloria's mouth dropped as she looked at Daniel's frail frame, his
shrunken demeanor.
"Shhh, quiet down and put your coat back on. You're grossing me out."
She took a big gulp of her drink and rubbed her eyes.
Daniel put his coat back on and slumped over onto the bar's counter. He
put his head in his hands, his eyes beginning to tear up.
"Listen, Daniel. I didn't do anything to you. I'm not a real magician. I
perform illusions ? as you did such a good job of pointing out yesterday.
But, obviously something has happened to you."
"No shit."
"I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Magic does exist."
Daniel looked up at Dr. Suspendo.
"Not everybody who claims to practice it actually does, though," the
doctor said.
"And I guess you're one of those frauds."
"Guilty as charged. I was never any good at the stuff. Didn't have the
concentration. I do look good in latex, though, right?"
Daniel ignored her.
"Obviously you ran into somebody who does have control over magic.
Judging from the shape you're in, it looks to me like you've been cursed.
My guess is you probably pissed someone off and they gave you a nice
little present in return. It happens a lot more then you think. People
are always getting turned into toads and rabbits."
"Yeah right! If that was happening, people would hear about it in the
news."
"Well that's the thing about magic and science. Science and order have a
way of protecting themselves. Think of magic as a virus. Order sees magic
as an infection. When magic happens, order reshapes reality to hide and
defuse the infection. When a person is turned into a rabbit, reality
reshapes itself to make it seem as if the person who had been cursed was
always a rabbit."
"You mean that..."
"Yeah, when your transformation ends, reality will shift around your new
form. Nobody will remember that you were ever anything else. Not even
you. The only person who will remember the way things used to be is the
person who put the curse on you in first place."
"That's the shittiest thing I've ever heard."
"Depends on your perspective."
"What does that mean?"
"Well, it's not like it's going to hurt and you're not going to die.
You're just going to change. And hey, it would seem you'll still be
human. There are a lot of rabbits and toads out there that can't say the
same. Maybe in this other reality you'll even have a better life."
"I don't want a better life. I want my life."
"Well, unless you can find the person who cursed you and get them to take
it back, you don't have much of a choice."
"Who would put a curse on me like this?"
"Probably somebody really powerful. That's some impressive magic you've
got coursing through you. I can feel it from over here. You should
actually feel kinda special to have pissed off somebody with such raw
power."
"Thanks ... I'm overflowing with pride. Isn't there anything else you can
help me with?"
"Honestly? You're not going to like what I have to say."
"Just say it."
"You should probably just go with the flow. Find a nice place to lay back
and let the magic finish its course. The harder you fight, the more pain
you are going to be in. Do yourself a favor and take the time you have
left to make your peace with those around you and get ready for a new
beginning. Think of it as a fresh start. Maybe in the next life you won't
be such an asshole."
Daniel slumped in his chair and stared at his hands. Dr. Suspendo
finished her drink, leaned over and gave Daniel a peck on the cheek.
"I for one look forward to meeting the new you," the doctor said. "I bet
you're going to be a real cutie-pie." And with that the doctor left
Daniel.
Daniel, alone and lost in his thoughts, continued to sit at the bar.
Time passed and more and more people left the theater. And then Daniel
heard his voice called out.
"Daniel?" a voice softly asked from behind him. "Daniel, is that you?"
Daniel swiveled around in his chair and faced the source of the voice. It
was Gloria.
"Oh my god," Gloria said, dropping her coat. "What happened to you?"
"Hey Gloria," Daniel said weakly. "Surprise? I guess we have some stuff
to talk about."
To be continued...
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