As Trevor continued to hang out, the changes that Mark noticed were getting stronger by the second, like they were speeding up and getting faster. Mark's head was either spinning more or less, but he could not help but notice the obvious changes that were happening to him.

- What the hell did you give me?!

Mark spoke more loudly and already understood that his voice was now somehow different, somehow higher. The music that played loud just a second ago is now a few tones lower and the room. The room in which they both were behind a veil of smoke gradually changed.

- It's a cool thing, a red pill! What the hell?!

Mark repeated as if in a void, coming closer to Trevor and noticing that it was somehow harder for him to walk. Not because his legs were wobbly or heavy. No, it was because of the strangely changing center of gravity of his body. His ass got bigger, and his belly grew in the meantime, as if he were a veteran alcoholic, and not an athlete who was watching his figure.

But that was not all, his shirt gradually transformed into something else - from a cheaper fabric, gradually lengthening and starting to turn red and covered with flowers. His pants have already gone through a phase of reduction to shorts and have now merged into some kind of skirt.

It was already impossible to ignore these changes and clutching his belly, which was still growing, Mark barely touched the mounds on his chest with his elbow, which had already become very noticeable and sensitive.

Blinking once, Mark instantly regretted it. Because now he realized that he was in some dirty cheap kitchen, even starting to smell bad.

- I do not like it!

Mark spoke loudly and distinctly almost in silence, hearing that his voice sounded like the voice of some girl. The music was barely audible, and in shock, Mark turned another angry glare at Trevor, who somehow almost disappeared. Only half of Trevor was left, the upper body, gradually disappearing into the smoke above the stove.