"It's the mind and body training next, nerd" sneered another jock, Paul.
Simon gulped, again, for what felt like the 100th time this day. It was bad enough that the jocks had shaved off all his hair, so that he looked as close to a bald thug that he was ever likely to. He had no worries that the changes to his body were going to have much effect. It would take him months, or even years, to build up a body like they might have wanted him to. Simon's body was coevered in a thick, unattractive layer of fat. It was particularly resplendant in his breasts and his stomach area. Simon hated exercise with a passion and dreaded the thought that the jocks were going to make him undergo lots of it. Right now, they were dressing him up like he was some sort of sports-mad jock. A vest top and some tracksuit bottoms. Simon wouldn't have dreamed of wearing those sorts of clothes in a million years. His mom brought all his clothes anyway, and she dissaproved of all sports and fashion labels.
"Look at how much of a fucking dweeb you are in that uniform" sneered Paul. "Fuck, even with dat hairstyle and those clothes you look like a pansy."
Simon wondered if Paul was about to take him on a run. He wanted to tell him about his athsma, he'd left his inhaler in his locker and was seemingly incapable of running very far without several deep puffs.
"You're gonna take this pill you fuckhead." said Paul, holding out a small round orange pill. "It's gonna do must of the work for us."
Most of the work? And he wasn't serious about the pill, was he? Simon didn't want to take any drugs, or steroids. But Paul's menacing attitude was enough to force him to swallow the pill, even though he had never taken a pill before without large quantities of water to wash it down.
"Nice one" smirked the jock. Suddenly everythiing started to fade away as the pill made Simon increasingly drowsy. He was going to wake up in several hours, and some more drastic changes were going to have occured.