Mike walked in the door of the dusty old shop. The old man looked up, and almost as if he was psyhic, said "Problem at home, yes?"
The pale, thin, frail teen, who was a late bloomer for his age and loved video games and computers said.."For the 1000th time, I got into a fight with my dad. He always gets mad because I'm more interested in my Ps2 than in football. I'm too shy to take off my shirt, and he even gets mad at me for that.... I think he's dissapointed at my skinny, weak, body and.."
"And you want to bond with him, to be his best friend....to change yourself...." the old man finished.
Mike sighed "yes, but how?"
The old man went to a shelf and got out a cansiter of powder, the only marking two muscled arms handshaking each other.
Get a pair of your Dads CLEAN boxers, and put them on. Reality will change, and you will become the atheltic son your dad always wished he had.
"But I don't wear boxers...."
The old man chuckled "Like other men your age, you will find boxers comfortbale after you change. Your body will gain muscles and body hair liek your peers, you personality will change, I see you joking with buddies in the locker room, instead of playing your Playstation..."
That night though Mike chickened out of stealing a pair of his dad's boxers. His uncle and cousin were staying over, and Mike always thought that his father liked his cousin Max better. Max was rugged, five years older than Mike, he'd been in Juvie twice that Mike knew about, and he wore boxers too.
Mike was sleeping in the trundle bed, while Max was sleeping in Mike's bed. In the middle of the night, Mike stole over to Max's duffle bag, and "borrowed" a pair of boxers. He shook the powder into the boxers, and got some on his old briefs which he'd left on the floor. When he stepped into the boxers he suddenly felt disoriented. He felt like he was growing, he felt angry. Mike started to walk back to bed, and found that his old briefs had gotten tangled around his foot. He growled, and bent down to remove the offending article of clothing, and then tossed it over his shoulder. Mike's athletic prowess was legendary. He could stand three feet from a trash barrel and miss shooting a wad of paper into the basket. Yet now unbeknowst to him, the wad of underwear went over his shoulder and straight into Max's open duffle bag. As Mike lay down to sleep, for the first time in his life he started to snore.