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INT. COLLEGE EVENT HALL – NIGHT

A college party is in full swing. String lights, folding tables, balloons all around. Students mingle with drinks and music. IVAN stands with his friend VINNIE.

IVAN: Tonight’s the night... I’m finally gonna sweep Lola off her feet!

VINNIE: Dude, she’s way out of your league. Just give it up already.

IVAN: I can't. Those eyes... those lips... those... button-poppers.

Vinnie grimaces.

VINNIE: Ugh. "Button-poppers"? You sure as hell won't charm a girl talking like that.

IVAN: I won't need talk to charm her. I bought a special formula off the dark web. Makes you super sexy and irresistible.

VINNIE: Oh, no. Seriously? The last time you tried some "special formula" like that you spent all weekend puking your guts out.

IVAN: This stuff is the real deal. I drank some earlier tonight and I can already feel it working. Any minute now... boom. I'll be six feet tall, with bulging biceps and a chiseled jawline. I'll be a perfect specimen of manhood!

Vinnie sighs and takes off his glasses, rubbing his eyes.

VINNIE: You're a perfect specimen of idiot, is what you are.

IVAN suddenly begins to shudder all over. In a blink he transforms into a cute female version of himself, now wearing a tight red dress. A little clutch purse with IVY written on it appears in his hand. His chest swells rapidly, and... POP! A button shoots off his dress and smacks Vinnie directly in the eye.

VINNIE: Ow! What the hell?!

VINNIE clutches his eye as it immediately starts to darken. Nearby a few GIRLS burst into laughter, phones already out, filming. IVAN looks down at himself in horror and then runs off, using one hand to cover his neckline and his other hand to hide his face from the girls filming him.

INT. MEN’S ROOM – MOMENTS LATER

IVAN stumbles into a stall and slams the door shut, locking it. He sits on the closed toilet seat lid, whimpering and shaking.

IVAN: No, no, no… This can't be really happening!

He looks down. His chest slowly expands again, stretching the fabric of his red dress tight.

IVAN: Stop growing, you stupid things! Stop!

But... POP! Another button flies off.

IVAN groans and slumps forward, defeated. He crosses his arms tightly over his chest, pouting.

IVAN: Great. Just great. I wanted bulging biceps, and I got... button-poppers!

He sighs miserably but then he looks down at himself again, realizing something.

IVAN: Actually… I think I’m even bigger than Lola now.

He hesitates for a moment, then he reaches into his clutch purse, takes out a compact mirror and has a look at his new face. He blinks, startled by his own prettiness, then he snaps the mirror shut in a hurry and drops it back in his purse. He shifts awkwardly on the seat, peeking down at his neckline again before quickly looking away. He grins ever so slightly for a moment, then he catches himself and goes back to pouting.

FADE OUT.