The boy, a fifteen year old punk named Gary, was a real wanna be bad dude who was always putting on a tough show or scamming for money. He hated the name Gary so insisted that his friends call him G, a cool alternative he though.
This scam wasn’t going to turn out the way he planned and he was soon to find that out.
Gary with packet safely in his shorts pocket, took off headed for Third Street where the prostitutes, gangs and his buddies hung out.
As he reached second street he got the idea to try out the drug Ben had given him before meeting up with his buddies, stoned was always cool and accepted in his group.
“Bet this is good stuff!” he said and swallowed the contents of the packet, followed by the last of his bottle of Pepsi.
The powder immediately began to work; Gary stumbled off the sidewalk and next to a car parked there.
Within seconds his legs, hair and torso got longer and developed. His face reshaped and body tanned. His hips widened out as his internal organs changed forming reproductive ones and as this happened his black jean shorts frayed and split looking like a pair of Daisy Duke ones.
His T-shirt now looked like a half shirt sporting two perky DD jugs underneath and his hair grew long platinum blonde.
Dazed he walked the rest of the way half conscious of what had happened.
Making it to third street he stopped, catching his balance holding onto the street sign and standing near three hookers.
These were three warn out and mean looking woman who obviously had a lot of mileage in there profession.
The biggest, meanest looking one started her way over to Gary, wanting to wipe out this new meat on her corner.
Gary sensed danger, still confused and feeling a little drugged, he didn’t hesitate the offer when a man pulled up and waved a hundred dollar bill at him. “Get in honey.” The man said and they drove around the corner ……