Jeff had always wanted to be a jock, so he clicked that. He saw a list of possible options for him to choose from, along with a random option. "What the hell," he thought, "a jock's a jock." He clicked random, checked the box for a gradual transformation, and hit enter.
He ran to the mirror to watch and wait for his transformation to begin. He stood there for minutes and became to get discouraged when he felt something pushing at his lower lip. He looked at the mirror and saw it bulging outward from his chin. Puzzled, Jeff pulled his lip out and saw a giant black mass of dip tobacco. Instinctively, he spit a brown line of juice into the sink. "I guess I'm a baseball player," he thought.
He was right. Over the next few minutes, his arms became huge mounds of muscle and his shoulders grew wider, his dip of Skoal all the while becoming larger and larger. When he was done, he felt a flash of confusion but then perfect clarity and his mind accepted the transformation.
Jeff, the star pitching prospect for the best high school in the conference, had a practice to get to. By the time he changed and made his way to the practice field, he had already half filled a water bottle with tobacco spit.