Boq opened his eyes to a bright, sunny, Transylvanian day; the perfect day to see his perfect, munchkin self. Boq sat up in his bed and immediately hit his head on the ceiling. "Ahh, #," he shouted as head throbbed. I don't remember being that tall, I thought that this place would be the perfect size. That's weird. Not perturbed by his confusion though, he immediately ripped off the covers in hopes to see his normal self again.
His eyes went wide as he discovered something was extremely wrong; First of all, his skin was extremely tan, and in a lot better condition then his munchkin skin should be. Second, everything looked different; his hands, feet, legs, everything looked…different. The third thing was probably the most odd; his whole body was covered in a linear pattern of blue diamonds.
"Oh my god! It isn't true. What did somebody do? THIS ISN'T ME." He looked down at his feet again. "What's this foot? I know my foot, and this is not my foot. THIS ISN'T ME!" He went to get up again and hit his head hard again on the ceiling. As he rubbed it, he looked down at the shirt he had put on, which instead of fitting him perfectly, was probably three sizes too small. "I'm too tall to fit my bunk, and my favorite shirt has shrunk. What I'm looking at is gross! THIS ISN'T ME!"
He stumbled clumsily over to the bathroom that was connected to his guest room. He whipped open the door and gazed into the mirror, and let out a shout when he saw what he had become: Fiyero. No matter what gesture or movement Boq made, Fiyero's face in the mirror did exactly the same. When Boq moved his eyes, Fiyero's crystal blue eyes moved with his. When Boq shook his head, Fiyero's head shook, his long gold hair flowing from side to side. Boq turned on the faucet and splashed water in his face, but when he gazed in the mirror, Fiyero still gazed back at him.
Boq rushed out the bathroom, still in his sleeping shirt and shorts, and tried putting on his clothes, but everything was too small. "Oh my god! There's nothing here that I can wear." As he desperately looked around, his new, blonde hair whipped him in the face. "And where did I get all this HAIR!! I got-", he hit his head on the ceiling again, "BIG! Everything I see: my arm, my hand, my wrist, my knee. Look! Every part of me has got BIG!! There is something here that's wrong. It's a joke gone on too long. How'd this nightmare come to be!? THIS ISN'T ME!!"
Boq dashed out of his room, running down the long corridor, trying find Frederick, and because he wasn't looking, ran into someone. The two collided, and fell to the floor. Boq rubbed his already sore head with his eyes closed, and said, "Oh! I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking. Are you alright?"
After a while, Boq heard the person say, "No, I am definitely not alright". The voice of the person sounded so familiar, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. Boq opened his eyes and let out another shout; the person he had ran into was…himself.