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Everything shifts again in that now-familiar wobble. "Just... fucking stop," I say half resigned, half exhausted. "Stop what?" he answers pretend-innocently. "Stop dicking with my looks." He smirks. Another wobble. I look down and see my shorts are replaced with sweatpants with that god-awful print on the front. I didn't even know he could transform clothes too.

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