Keith is an 18 year old senior and he's fine with his body. It's not... great... but hey he's all happy with it. He's thin and small and he doesn't look like much but that's.... fine. It's fine... he doesn't want a big body like his dad's, he doesn't want to look like the men he dreams about, with their big arms, and legs, and pelts of dark hair. He doesn't want to be able to grow a killer beard. Right?
His father, John... however... wanted this for him. Keith might not have internalized his want but his father did. His father wanted a big macho son. And he finally took it upon himself to make one. And with his ex-wife leaving, he wants to make himself someone to fill the bed, keep it warm. He walks into Keith's room.
"Son." John pulled over a chair. "Are you happy?"
"What?" Keith looked up from his computer.
"Look at me." John pulls his son's face close to his. "You're not happy, with your body and with your life, I can help you!" John takes out a pill bottle. "Take two of these a day and I promise you'll be happy"
John leaves and Keith looks over the pills....