It had been a couple of days since receiving the second dose of the formula. He sat on the bench awaiting inspection by the team captain and Coach. He put on the uniform his jock bros provided in the locker room so he would feel right and help inspection. He passed inspection with flying colors. He has the short hair, clothes and his attitude is perfect. He is a jock boy.
His mind was empty. His eyes stared blankly at his new bro, who was taking a picture of him. A loss of intelligence is one of the first effects of the second jock formula. His bro said he needed a haircut thoug. He nodded dumbly. If his bro says he needs it, he needs it. He’s an awesome bro.
“Nice work bro, you made the team or should I say, the team made you! You look great in those clothes! Be proud of yourself, your team and especially your school!”
The school had transformed another one of the troublemakers.
The guy sat across from you at lunch, he grinned from ear to ear. “Congrats bro, you’ve been chosen.” He takes a picture and suddenly you lose consciousness for what seems like forever.
You wake up, feeling heavier and look in a mirror. Nothing has changed though. You grin from ear to ear, flex and get dressed, you look again and flex. You walk outside and sit on the patio as one of your bros come out and tell you that there is a team meeting and oh, he wants a picture of you to hang on the wall. He takes the picture.
This is what you looked like in the photo, just as hot as ever
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