Freckles
Garreth hadn't noticed the red-haired salesman's grin when he paid for the self-tanner. "Instant effect, uniform tan - quick effect" - he just hadn't been able to ignore that. In a fortnight he was going on a trip with two friends and he certainly wasn't going to look like he existed only as lime.
When he arrived home, he quickly undressed and shook the can. Then Garreth pressed the spray button and aimed the nozzle at his chest. A generous amount came out, but... only in single drops, sprinkling his skin like cheese on top of pasta.
"Crap, dumb thing, it's broken," Garreth grumbled and looked for a cloth to remove the "fiasco" from his skin, but.... the skin, touched by the brownish liquid, began to shimmer and slightly pulsate.
His already fair skin took on an even rosier tone, but it was increasingly hidden by the freckles. A gush of the self-tanner shot into Garreth's face, turning his short brown hair red. He coughed. His chin became a little more pointed as a red beard sprouted on it. His eyes took on a deep brown colour. Confused, he looked at the spray. It looked less and less like a self-tanner. More like a...
"There's my hairspray, dude, I've got to get my look right," Garreth said, spraying a generous amount into his red hair. "Quick selfie, then the gym can come, need to look good for the lads," Garreth said, leaning out the window and pulling out his phone. As he pressed the shutter, his pants turned into dark blue shorts. His chest showed lean muscles, his arms the beginnings of good strength. All decorated with brownish dots. No wonder Garreth only had the nickname "Freckles" among his friends in the gym.
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