"I reckon I could give ya another choice. Ya can either drop yer drawers or ya can become a real cowpoke like myself." Bud growled.
Anything sounded better than getting naked, so Derrick told Bud he would take the second option. Bud was happy to oblige. He stomped over to a metal locker and took out a sack of clothes. He told Derrick to change into these clothes. So Derrick opened the sack and changed. Inside the bag, there was a pair of Wrangler jeans in his size, a button-down cowboy shirt, two shitty old boots, and a straw cowboy hat. Derrick quickly changed and walked out to show Bud.
Bud nodded in approval and told Derrick to watch himself in the mirror. Derrick watched as the wispy mustache exploded into a full covering of thick stubble that formed a small beard. Hair grew all over Derricks body, like real man fur. Derrick felt his package expand even more. Derrick was now the spitting image of a 21-year-old man who had been working on a ranch all his life. He was ripped, lean, and very, very dirty. He felt his voice drop an octave or so, and a small beer belly grew from too much red meat and alcohol consumption. Derrick's voice gave a twang as his memories of his family were replaced by memories of working on the ranch and roping and riding in the rodeos. With that, Derrick was gone, and Rodney was born.