I miss nextgenboy, I also miss tf stories, a lot of blogs including my own have been running a little dry lately. I’m hoping to use break as a way to change that
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You are becoming a blank slate. You were dared to put on the uniform by the football team manager. You absorb everything he tells you. A new identity, a new name, new hobbies and interests and a new outlook on life. You throw away your old life and everything that once worried you. That includes your intelligence. Throw it all away. Ignorance is bliss. Bliss is football.
You pass by these guys while you walk home on the sidewalk. They look at you, you glance at them back. You stop dead in your tracks. Something draws you to them. One of the guys has this hypnotic southern drawl. Next thing you know, you’ve got boots, camo hat, shirt and shorts on and you are hanging with them, talking in a southern drawl and telling them ya need a haircut bad.
The R necklace stands for replaced. His whole identity, from top to bottom, just replaced. Replaced to and from what? That’s a mystery. He’s not quite a jock boy. Maybe just a little experiment with a new himbo boy formula? His eyes are hypnotizing you. You WILL join him.
Empty eyes, a simple smile, his school’s sports team clothing. You do know this is what awaits you, right? Taking the jock formula gives you so much school spirit to the point it’s an outright sickness or addiction. You’ll be obsessed with every sport. You will try out for teams. You won’t care about your hobbies now. You’ll be obsessed with sports, your school and your bros. You’ll lose everything that makes you, you. Even your individuality. Hive mind thinking will be your way now. Are you okay with that?
Golly gee, these jock boys love taking selfies. It’s like it hasn’t registered that they look this way now. The jock formula has made them all real narcissists. You think he’s about to go play a game? He’s not. This is how they always dress. You can really tell who has the formula and who hasn’t … yet. It’s practically their entire wardrobe these days.
It really doesn’t get much more dumb jock bro than this.
You don’t know why you were invited to the game day party, or why you accepted that invite. But once you were there the two dumb jock bros walked up to you.
“Bruh why ain’t you wearing a jersey?”
“Because I don’t own one”
“No problem bruh I’ll give you mine!” The one says tugging it off and forcing it on you, over your own shirt.
You feel the dumb grin spread as the shirt underneath dissolves and your eyes get dull and you grin, feeling nothing but good dumb jock bro
You can see it in his eyes. The life and intelligence draining from them. His new necklace that he found in his backpack is changing him. Molding him. He will know no other life but to be a dumb jock boy. And the first change? Get rid of that mop on his head.
The dumb jock boy is making it permanent. Getting his team number and position tattooed on his body. This is the first of many places. His body is a canvas for Coach. If Coach wants it on him, it will be on him. Whether he wants it or not. No longer his choice to make. He’s a really dumb jock boy.
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