Running through the ice cold stream, Jeff tries to wash away his scent. He heads upstream, and notices a poster near the hunting trail stapled to a tree. He stares, it depicts a buff naked young man, and on the poster it reads, "JOCK SEASON" with the dates beginning yesterday, and continuing for four months.
"I'm no jock-" Jeff muttered. He noticed his voice sounded deeper than before. He looked down at his body. He was totally ripped. Damn, his dad had changed him into a jock. He now recalled playing football, wrestling, baseball and water polo. "I should never have told him I regretted not getting a letterman's jacket. He must've turned all the other guys into jocks too? But I remember them always being jocks? Wait, the Chronivac settings! He only made himself and his subjects aware. I wonder if the other dads know?"
He heard a dog yelping. "Dang, that wasn't even 20 minutes!"
At least being a jock meant he was stronger, and faster than before. Which gave Jeff and idea. He leapt across the rocks back to the side of the stream that the lodge was on, and shimmied up a dense fir tree. The needles prickled like hell, but he figured they'd not be looking up 30 feet for him. Then maybe he could sneak back to the Chronivac- damn, no he couldn't! He found a sturdy bough, and used some nearby fir branches to form a makeshift hammock or ape nest high in the tree. Then he laid down and concentrated on being quiet.