Simon floated. He couldn't feel anything. All felt nice.
The mist covering his entire mind felt warm and cozy that he just wanted to sleep.
To sleep it all off.
The foggy mist that encompassed his mental world closed in on him, beginning to shift in mass and form and adhering itself to Simon.
The mist grew over Simon, forming muscles and washboard abs onto him. He could feel the mist layering itself over him, his mental form, to change how he think.
Slowly but surely the jock's suggestion began to solidify over the real Simon, taking over and converting what was Simon into a jock.
However, something was wrong.
Simon wasn't fully under. The mist that reached out for his memories, for his personality and mind couldn't touch them and flowed over the things that made Simon himself.
The jock mist layered themselves over Simon's real personality, memories and mind, yet there was a thin unnoticeable layer between Simon and the jock mist.
The mist ignored the sheet, and continued to pile over and thickening, burying Simon deep within.
Simon suddenly jolted awake within his mind, seeing his own form layered with the mist. More suggestions from the jocks outside stuck to him like second skin, layering and thickening.
New memories layered over the old ones, yet Simon could recall both at once and separately.
It was odd, but something had shielded his entire being, Simon, from entirely transmutating into the new Jock Simon.
When the effects of the pill had done its job, Simon felt his mouth forced open, and he swallowed something before his entire mind went blank, back under complete obedience for the next 3 months.
"Good work bros, now all we need is Simon here to be a complete Jock." one of the jocks said, laughing at the unconscious form of Simon.