Damon hung up the phone, palms sweaty. Could the curse be real? Could Bree have just forced him to become less of a nerd?
Damon was the definition of "nerd". At 16 he was average height, pasty white, weighed barely 110 pounds, wore glasses and braces, had a high squeaky voice, and dressed in graphic tees of his favorite shows and khakis. But that was already changing...
Damon glanced down at himself. He was shocked to see his skin darkening, like a tan. He ran his tongue over his teeth and discovered they were smooth and free of braces. His vision blurred, but cleared up when he removed his glasses. He started to say, "What's happening?", but when he did, his voice came out strong and deep, and he realized his Adam's apple had grown.
But it wasn't over. Damon groaned and arched his back as he began to grow taller, finally stopping at 6'5". His muscles began to swell. His pecs fought for space under his shirt, his biceps grew like softballs, a set of abs carved themselves into his gut, his legs became thick as columns. It finally destroyed his clothes, which then rewove themselves into new ones befitting his physique.
After all of this, although Damon remembered having a jock body, he still had the mind of a nerd- a brainy jock. He was the football player that the others turned to for academic help, and his combination of looks and smarts was particularly attractive to girls.
Just then, Damon's younger brother Cal, an 8th grader, entered the room. Damon spun around, saw him, and smiled.
"Hey, Cal," he said. "Transform or dare?"