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The day was blistering hot, the asphalt at the rural gas station crackling under the relentless sun. An old, peeling “Sunix” sign clung precariously to the rusty supports of the station booth. The air was heavy with the smell of gasoline and dust, and somewhere off to the side, a lazy fly buzzed around aimlessly.
A grimy pickup truck rolled lazily to a stop at one of the pumps, and out stepped Bob—though he hardly looked like himself anymore. Just six months ago, Bob Jenkins had been a big, bald, and rough lout who always kept the entire neighborhood in fear, standing out for his huge height and evil character. Now, standing at the pump was a scrawny figure in a stretched-out gray T-shirt that looked more like a nightgown, and baggy jeans that seemed ready to fall off at any moment. His thin shoulders, long arms—now almost girlish—and the small chest visible beneath his once-snug favorite shirt told the story of someone entirely different.
It had all started when he stumbled upon some weird weed growing in a corner of his barn. The scraggly, half-dead plant didn’t seem remarkable, but when he pulled it up, a small puff of pollen floated out, and he breathed it in without a second thought. The dose of mycoramia wasn’t strong enough to cause immediate effects, so he quickly forgot about...