Sup bro! My roomate is a nerdy one. Always watching old teenage tv shows on loop. his favorite one is Teen Wolf. Gosh this is annoying as fck! He was watching this show again when I snatched this egg from him. It has the Teen Wolf logo on it. Another nerdy trash he probably bought for way too much. I think 'ill just eat it in front of him!
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The witch always knows where to strike, and she hit the nail on the head this time around!
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You were always the jock—the loud one, the confident one, the one who thought it was funny to tease your nerdy roommate about his obsession with Teen Wolf. Posters everywhere, DVDs stacked like trophies, and now, some weird orange Easter egg he said was “limited edition merch.”
You rolled your eyes, snatched it off his desk, and popped it open. “What’s this supposed to do? Turn me into a werewolf?” you joked as you threw the candy into your mouth.
Everything blurred.
Your muscles tightened. Then… vanished. Your broad chest narrowed, your powerful arms slimmed. You stumbled backward, nearly knocking over the desk. Meanwhile, your roommate let out a gasp—his voice deeper, richer.
You stared in shock as his body bulked up, growing taller, stronger—hair darkening. In moments, he looked exactly like Tyler Posey. Not just a lookalike. He was him now.
You scrambled to the mirror—and froze.
Your once athletic frame was gone. Glasses sat on your nose. Your hair, thinner and unstyled. You looked just like your nerdy roommate—because now, that’s who you were. And the way he looked at you, towering and confident, it was clear: the roles had permanently reversed.
“This is how it’s always been,” he said casually, adjusting the fit of his new tank top as he admired himself in the mirror. “You’re the one who watches from the sidelines now.”
You could only stare, your mind scrambling to remember a life that no longer existed—because to everyone else, it never had.
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