"Huh? Jock Season, but I'm not a jock-" started Kyle who glanced down at his buff body, he added, "When did this happen?"
"Chronivac," answered Jeff, "And while I can hit the read only stuff, I cannot type any changes. Believe me I tried."
"Well, boys, come on out!" shouted Bill.
Immediately, Jeff stood, and followed the other boys out of the room and out of the cabin. Father knows best.
"Okay, lose the shirts boys, and go down to the lake. We want to practice shooting our new guns before hunting season starts at noon."
Five shirts landed on the porch rail of the cabin, and the five young men marched down to the lake.
"I cannot believe it, we have to obey, and-"
BANG.
One of the guns fired.
Chad gasped, and moaned, "Oooh, I feel like I just blew a load. Best fucking sex ev-ev"
BANG!
"Ooooh, anybody got a cig?" Chad asked as he slumped against a tree.
"Guess your dad fired his new gun. Oh, shit, are we all going to orgasm when they shoot their guns?" asked Tim in a panic.
"Hey, good news, no wet spot on the swimsuit," said Chad.
Jeff was silent and staring. It wasn't just his father and his buds, it was everybody. There was a state fish and game poster on the tree that Chad was leaning against. It read, "JOCK SEASON starts at noon," and it gave today's date.
As they walked down the path to the beach, each one in turn moaned as a gun fired back at the cabin. It was embarrassing, but each of them ignored the other guys' moans. At least, unlike Chad, they were prepared for it, and didn't collapse.
Kyle and Tim helped Chad up, and they continued down to the Lake. There were other cabins around the lake, and Jeff could see activity at all of them. Men with hunting guns, and nearly naked buff young men. The whole world was altered. This was bad.
"Whoa, looky here," said a high-pitched nasal male voice.
Jeff turned, as did the others. There was Elliot, and a bunch of the science nerds and geeks from school. They were all carrying guns.
Elliot continued, "Buck jocks, it'll be like shooting fish in a barrel." He aimed his gun at Jeff.
"It's not noon," same Cameron, one of the other nerds lifting Elliot's gun.
"Oh, alright," sighed Elliot, he lowered his rifle and let it hang under his arm.
"Uh, we're headed to the lake," said Jeff awkwardly. He didn't know why he was cowed by the nerds or his father. Well, his father it was the Chronivac, and because his father knew best. But the nerds?
"You guys are going to lose those suits aren't you?" said Cameron, "I mean, bright red, Chad, we'll see you a mile away. Besides no one likes a trophy with tan lines."
"Trophy?" asked Jeff nervously.
"When we shoot you, we get to keep you as a trophy for a week," Cameron explained.
"Kevin got to keep his jock for a whole month," whined Elliot.
"Yeah, and now he's in juvie," answered Cameron.
"But Myron had his for at least two weeks, didn't he? And he's not in jail," protested Elliot.
"Myron had Mitch's parents' permission. They had a cruise planned, and were gone for two weeks. So Myron had Mitch as a trophy for two and a half weeks."
"Maybe Chad's dad will let me keep him a couple months?" Elliot asked.
"I don't think so," said Chad with an uncertain waver in his voice, "But I suspect Cam is a better shot. I've seen you both bowl, and he's got better aim." Chad nodded and smiled at Cam. He didn't know what sort of trophy he would be, but he was sure he wouldn't enjoy being Elliot's property, even for a week. Cameron on the other hand? Well, Chad kinda liked that little nerd.
Someone shouted, "Lose the suits, so we can see what we're getting."
Jeff sighed, and peeled off his Speedo. The five continued to the lake carrying their swimsuits.
There were two posters by the dock at the lake. One read, " Jock Hunting Season" like the first poster he had seen, but the other said, "Jock Fishing Season."
There were three water polo players from school sitting on the end of the dock. Jeff wandered down the dock toward them. The guys were hanging their feet over the side. As Jeff approached, he asked, "So you guys here for Jock hunting too?"
"Ha! No way, we're here for the Jock fishing," answered Dan lifting his legs out of the water, except they weren't legs anymore.
"You're a mermaid!" gasped Jeff.
"Dude, it's Merman," said Dan pointedly. "What sort of jockimal are you anyway? You look just like a naked guy."
"Dan, jockimals don't change as soon as merjocks do," said Sven splashing his tail, "But I'm guessing Jeffy's going to be a bunny rabbit." He laughed.
Jeff turned away and wiggled his nose. Would he change into a tiny bunny rabbit or the six foot variety? Nah, he wouldn't be a bunny rabbit. His dad always said he wanted a bear skin rug in front of the fireplace? He didn't seem to be getting hairier.