He said something I would never have expected, "I've been waiting forever for you to say something like that you punk!". Suddenly, I felt really weird. My tight stomach started to get really round and sag. I felt a scratching on my face and reached up to feel a thick, nasty full beard growin' in. I ran into the bathroom to see that it was a nasty whitish-blonde color. My arm tattoo tingled as it got a little smaller. My arms flabbed up and I could feel my fattening ass tear a hole in the back of my jeans.
I looked back in the mirror and saw my young face sag and wrinkle. I realized who it was in the mirror now. My Grandpa. That fat old man. I hear a familiar laugh. My young, buff and tight body walked into the bathroom and slapped my new big ol' belly. I felt it jiggle and he laughed again.
"Well, that seals the deal. You're me now fucker." Just like that I realized that I deserved it. But I really had an urge to just sit down with a beer and watch some Wheel of Fortune.