The near assault had frightened Duke but deep down it also tickled him. The obvious strength of the asian thug-rapper and ease with which he'd tossed about the British queer aroused him greatly, sealing his fate. With nary a glance, the young professor picked up his fallen hat, but failed to see that top hat had somehow become a houndstooth snapback. On its crown, in bright white lettering was the word 'CHAV. But that was only the beginning of his changes.
It began with his clothes, which were far to formal for the street trash was going to become. First to be transformed was his black dress shoes. The dark leather began to creak loudly as the feet within grew larger, but they never broke through. Instead, the material softened, as the quality degraded. The solid black was broken up by bands of white, as bespoke leather soles became rubbery. Thin laces thickened and flattened as an engorged tongue popped out from under his pants' legs. Gone were the dress shoes, replaced by a scuffed up pair of Jordans.
And speaking of pants, they began to roll up Duke's legs, revealing the pale skin below. As the woolen material retreated, the dark fabric grew lighter and lighter until they'd gone tan just as they stopped above his knees. Meanwhile, his thighs and legs had begun to pulse, as lean muscle pumped its way into existence, earned by a hard life on the streets of old Londontown. These were a runner's legs, not a scholar's. Sounds of tearing fabric was heard next as his dress pants settled into become a tight pair of board shorts that did nothing to hide the growing bulge in his groin.
Duke felt off, as his mind grew cloudy. He had been heading for his lecture but now that seemed unimportant. In fact, such academic-minded thoughts seemed to anger him, as his years of college were fading away and a harder life on the mean streets took their place. He stopped, not sure where he was going or why he was here. But the hardcore beats coming from behind him seemed to be a good place to start. He grinned cockily, even as he began to bob his head to the beat.
As he walked towards Jayden's spot, his trenchcoat was yanked up by an unseen force, the material thickening and growing darker. Buttons and straps fell away as the coat was that split down the middle as a zipper formed and pulled itself downward. The tan cotton had become thick maroon nylon, as a proper chav's puffer jacket finished forming. Underneath, his dress shirt had been pulled and torn at until it had become a very well worn jersey of dark grey. As thick letters of black cotton pressed out across the chest, spelling out the word 'BLING', Duke's chest began to expand as more lean muscle flexed into existence. Cracking sounds could be heard as the chav-in-development's spine grew straighter, causing him to rise up taller, which combined with his legs left him standing at almost 6' tall.
Getting closer now, Duke was struggling to hold onto his intellectual self, as the new thuggish self that was feeding on those sick beats had begun to take control. And it wasn't happy to be sharing any sorta faggy thoughts wit' dat Professor, who could feel his sexuality beginning to shift away from gentlemen to ladies, Well, more like to the chavettes he ran with back 'ome in London...
In response to the new persona beginning to take control, the ex-scholar's delicate hands cracked and popped larger as years of fighting were laid upon them. Thick gold rings wrapped around his fingers, while his best bling looped around his thicker neck. The now prominent adam's apples choked out his proper speaking voice, instead leaving him sounding like the East End Chav he was becoming. Finally, his face began to change, his freckles fading away. His lovely brunette locks were shaved away at the sides as the top was reshaped into a blonde fauxhawk, hidden under his favorite snapback. His cheeks grew sallow as his chin sprouted the blonde hairs of his goatee. Finally, his teeth became twisted as per his lack of proper dental care, save for the gold teeth he'd gotten after a nasty brawl down at the pub a few years ago.
Now standing in front of Jayden, something compelled Duke reach out, where he grabbed a mic that appeared out of nowhere. He tried to fight the hateful verse bubbling up out his mouth, but the chav couldn't be contained....
"I ain't fag, you ole' 'ag
You must be buggin'
'Cause this chav is straight! Thuggin'!
Ain't no gay 'ere
But if I see a queer,
be kickin' 'is rear..."
Gone was Professor Duke, and in his place was Jayden's homie from across the pond, Desmond...