"Ok, let's go on. I have two more inventions for you." Mr. Turim told to the remaining 24 boys in the room. There's only 2 groups left, mine and George's. We stared at each other knowing that one of us is going to test the age ray.
"My next invention is for this group." Mr. Turin said as he pointed at George. He took a suitcase and opened it. It's full of pills. "These ones are my animal pills!" George shuddered. "When you eat one, you'll become an animal. There's a plenty of species but you won't know which one you'll become until you start to transform." Mr. Turin took a pill with his fingers and showed it up. "You'll be living among our other animals in the barnyard, so don't expect to become lions or any other species that we couldn't handle."
George's counselor took the suitcase and lead his group outside while me and other 11 kids waited for the last invention. I already knew it but and somehow I had actually figured out it was my destiny to face the age ray on my own. I think that compared with some other invention aging up a few years doesn't sound that bad. I preferred it than living underwater or menstruating.
"My last invention. The one I'm most proud of is this ray gun." Mr. Turin said. "I called it the DILFnator!"
What? I preferred to call it ray gun. I wonder why he chose that weird name.
"I'm sure you wonder why I call this the DILFnator!" Mr. Turin smiled. "Well, it's because this gun can turn you into DILFs or Dads I'd Like to Fuck!" I could hear some gross out sounds coming from my older group mates. The younger ones still didn't understand what does it do. "With only a zap, you'll grow older until you're as old as your own dads! Let's see how many of you actually resemble to them!" Now the younger ones were grossing out too. "Of course, none of your kid clothes will fit you after you grew up. That's why we bought you some clothes, unfortunately due to all the money we had spent on the other inventions, we only could afford some briefs. You're going to keep living in the camp, so I think you'll be fine with that." I can see mr. Turin smiling as he said that. "Your counselor will give you more information about this. So, please follow him."
We saw a young boy, even younger than me, asking us to follow him. Is he our counselor? He followed him to the restroom where he had the briefs that mr. Turin had talked about. He ordered to change our clothes but some guys in the group refused to do it. I wonder what happened next?