Harry stirs beneath his covers, blinking at the sunlight that creeps across his face. His feet dangle off the edge of the bed, and he frowns, noticing how much further they reach than usual. His pajama shirt, once neatly buttoned, is now stretched tight and gaping open, barely covering his waist. A puzzled look crosses his face as he glances over to where Callum, his best friend, sleeps soundly, his tall frame curled up to fit the mattress.
Callum[/@ch_2]’s room is narrow and dimly lit. Sunbeams slant through dust motes in the air, and the door frame looms a little too low.]
Harry tiptoes out, moving with a strange heaviness, and ducks instinctively—too late. His head bumps sharply against the door frame, making him wince. Rubbing his forehead, he glances back, half-expecting to wake Callum, but his friend only shifts in his sleep. Harry makes his way to the bathroom, staring at his reflection in disbelief, taking in his new height, longer limbs, and impossibly large feet.
Callum[/@ch_2]’s closet is a collage of colors and sports gear, with heaps of laundry on the floor and mismatched socks poking out from under the bed. The morning light casts long shadows and highlights the dust swirling in the air.]
Harry rummages through the closet, searching for something—anything—that might fit his new size. He pulls on a tank top that clings to his torso, leaving his stomach exposed, and squeezes into a pair of shorts that threaten to split at the seams around his thighs. He sighs in frustration, eyeing the pile of shoes and sandals, and begins the awkward process of trying each pair, only to find his feet squashed and spilling over the edges.
Callum[/@ch_2]’s room is suddenly alive with noise—the thud of drawers, the slap of shoes on wood, and muffled groans. Sunlight is now pouring in, painting everything with a golden hue.]
Callum blinks awake, startled by the commotion, and sits up, eyes wide as he takes in the sight of Harry standing awkwardly in his ill-fitting clothes. "Harry? Is that you? What happened to you, man? You look... enormous!" "I seriously don’t know! I just woke up like this. I’m huge, Callum. And nothing fits—even your shoes!"
Callum grabs a tape measure from his desk, eyes darting between Harry and the mirror. Harry stands tall, even slightly taller than Callum, his broad shoulders nearly filling the doorway. "You’re taller than me now! And your feet… dude, they’re massive. Mine look like baby shoes next to yours!" "I guess we’ll have to find me some new clothes—and definitely some shoes. Maybe I can borrow a tent and two shoeboxes for the day," Harry jokes, and both boys burst into laughter, the surrealness of the moment settling into a sense of wild adventure.
Callum pulls out a chair for Harry, who nearly knocks the table over with his knees. Harry grins, finally relaxing into the strangeness of his new body. "Whatever happened to me, at least I’m not alone," he says, glancing at Callum. "Nope. We’re in this together. But next time, you’re picking the movie—and the bed," Callum replies, and the two friends dig into breakfast, already plotting the day’s misadventures.
