Tomas Lopez was the one selected for their depraved experiment into transformation via the syringe. He was a student in a university, working on his studies to be a biochemical scientist, ironically enough. It wasn't his first choice, he had been an athlete, but dropped out of that due to a painful injury to his knee. He had however since recovery still managed to keep at least good care of himself, as evidenced by the well muscled physique he cultivated. Tomas was rather proud of being a living aversion to the nerd stereotype, being intellectual but given to enjoying extroverted hobbies, including partying, drinking with friends, and sex. Oh yes all the sex.
Much as it dismayed his older family members, Tomas was openly bisexual, preferring women, though he was not going to say no to an amazing lay with one of the more questioning football players. In fact it was this sex life that got him into this trouble, because the previous night he'd had a dizzying threesome with football stud Jackson Rivers and Jackson's amazingly hot girlfriend Leticia. He'd stumbled home drunk, and then found himself wincing as something hit him. But by the time he could identify what it was the people responsible were running away.
As he got his stuff together following a brief shower for another day on the grind, at school and then following that a trip to the gym, he noted he did not in fact have to shave his body today. He preferred being cleanshaven across the board, he thought it made him more desirable, but today he didn't have to clean up any ugly stubble. He felt at his body, grinning at the supple and wondrously soft skin he felt. His muscles were hard, his body seeming naturally shaved up...
He even saw it seemed his pubes were dwindled in number, and he just guessed he'd done something with that the night before while he was drunk and daring. Standing in the shower room he lightly touched himself upon his masculine organ and almost fell over. Sensitivity was through the roof today!
He ran a hand through his curly black hair and checked the time. Sadly no time for a good wank before school, he had to be on his way out.
He got dressed in a sleeveless white shirt, put a button up on over that, and put on some short shorts and a pair of nice jeans over those. There, he thought, clothes for the school, clothes for the gym. He got his bag and headed out, eager to start his day.