Mac couldn't get his eyes unglued from his TV, he was in love with Shake It Up!. He knew that for being 26 it wasn't by any means normal to obsessed with a young girls TV show on Disney, but he didn't care, it was like watching the life he wish he could have lead. Mac always wanted the spotlight, not in the "attention craving maniac" way, but more in the way of a star. Someone who people idled because he filled him or her with joy from watching him perform. But alas, Mac never did have the money, nor the super model looks that most stars do. He just passed through, playing roles in minor high school plays, never getting the lead role. Mac wasn't depressed, but he wasn't exactly jubilant much of the either. He led a life of complete meritocracy. So he watched his little Disney show, as he seemed to escape into a world where his lively let downs dissolved into nothingness. The nightly marathon ended with a slew of one-liners from the two main characters, his favorite being Bella Thorne. Mac stood up with a sigh and scooted across his room. He slid into bed, pulling the sheets up to his shoulders, "If only I could get another chance at it all, then I could make a difference, I would be the one on television," said Mac powerfully, yet with a bit of sadness. Mac closed his eyes, but as he did his TV flickered on again, it was another episode of Shake It Up! The marathon was over, yet Bella Thorne was on the screen right in front of him. Mac stood up to walk over to see what was going on, but as he put his weight on his feet it felt like he was falling for a second. He then suddenly stopped on his crash course to Earth, noticing that his room looked bigger, quite a bit bigger. His former stature brought him up to 5'11", but now he seemed to have lost about 10 inches. His hand started to twitch, and upon bringing it into sight he was shocked to see that it had shrunk significantly, and become very feminine, long nails and all. He stumbled backwards and his brown hair turned red and fell in front of his face. Mac swept the hair out of the way, cringing as his newly manicured nails drug across his shrinking face. He looked down to see small, adolescent breasts growing on to his chest. Mac's head cocked back, as if to back away, only to realize that his shoulders were shrinking along with his arms thinning. Mac began to shiver violently in fear as he touched his shrinking waist. Goose bumps appeared and his little remaining hair rose as his member began to be pulled in and his thighs shrank. Mac looked down, less fearful of his chest, and now more worried about his shrinking crotch. He touched it, and the second he did so it fully pulled inwards and was replaced with a young woman's flower. She slowly pulled her hands up in front of her face, still shaking like a mad person. Her heart thumping rapidly, she couldn't believe those tiny hands were now hers. She began to feel incredibly nauseated, so she took off towards her bathroom. She wanted to see herself, but couldn't hold it on any longer, and as she leaned over her toilet she threw up into it. This happened more than once; due to that fact she had almost 100 pounds to get out of her system. Mac felt increasingly dizzy, most likely due to the fact her body just underwent more changes than even the most severe of surgeries. Mac was defiant though, she had to see herself before she passed out. She grabbed her bathroom counter and rose up. She pulled herself in front of the mirror, her head drooping to the extreme change of weight and muscle all around. She rose up, got a glance of her face, then whispered, "I'm Bella Thorne!" with her eyes almost popping out of her head, and collapsed on the floor.