The boy stood me up and whatever pose he put me in, I stayed that way. He could repose me but I couldn't move on my own and no one else could move me. If this was magic, it was related to jock season as only the one who shot me could change me. He kept reposing me until he was satisfied. I was posed like a grizzly bear on his hind legs getting ready to attack. I must have looked ridiculous since I'm only a six foot tall human but then again, he was shorter so to him, I probably looked intimidating.
I certainly didn't feel intimidating. He had all the power. I could do nothing. I wasn't even breathing. I just stood there motionless.
His dad said, "That's not what I would do with him but it's your choice."
The boy said, "I like him this way."
His dad said, "He's okay this way but if you grow tired, you can always reshape him until Jock Season ends."
They took a few more pictures than started packing up to leave. The boy shrunk me down for the trip home. After putting me in the living room where I was to be displayed, he grew me to seven feet tall.
The boy said, "His rack is even bigger now. Everyone will be jealous."
The dad said, "Well remember that we go by the jocks original rack size, the nine inches he had before you shaped him."
It was then that I recognized who these people were. They lived just three houses away from my home. I'd seen the boy hanging out with my kid brother often but I never cared to know his name. Now I was racking my brain trying to remember what his name was and dreading when my kid brother would come by for a visit.