Jeff stopped and looked at you. Sizing you up.
So you want to be a frat bro?
Yes please. Can you help me?
Jeff spun you around looking at your body up and down several times.
I think it could work.
Oh thank you.
Are you sure you really want to be a frat boy? You are just a freshman you will be here a long time.
Oh yea. I have always wanted to be in the frat.
Jeff's eyes surveyed me again up and down.
You know there is no going back once the change is made.
I don't care I want to be in the frat. (I should have asked for a few details of his idea for my change.)
Oh please. Please. Please.
He was such a willing subject. Perhaps he saw Jeff's body and the other frat bro's and thought he was going to get a body like theirs but it wasn't to be.
As the tornado hit me I could feel the changes and I was appalled at what I saw in the mirror.