Looking back at the computer, Jeff though about doing some more. These thoughts were interrupted when he heard a voice he recognized as his mother’s, “Jeff. If you don’t come down right now, you will be doing chores for a month.”
With his new family, Jeff knew how serious his mother was and rushed downstairs. Sitting at the table, Jeff saw his new father and his new brother sitting at the table. His mother was walking back some the oven with a dish. The dish had steam streaming up, filling the room with a wonderful smell. In this new reality, Jeff’s mother was an excellent cook. Jeff’s father liked to joke that it was the reason he married her.
Sitting down, Jeff and his brother, whose name he remembered was Sawn, looked very similar to Jeff. They both had wide shoulders and Jeff could tell that Sawn would be just as big as Jeff in a few years.
The conversation quickly progressed, going over the various activity of their days. When Jeff got to discussing football practice, he could see that his father wasn’t as happy as his mother. His new memories told him that this was because Jeff’s father had wanted his son to play soccer, and Jeff’s father was now pressuring Sawn since he could not change Jeff.
With dinner coming to an end, Sawn kept asking him about different exercises Jeff did at practice. Jeff’s father would frown a little but never prevent the discussion. Jeff and Sawn were very close, and Sawn really looked up to his older brother.
With dinner done and the dishes clean, something Jeff always helped with in this new reality, he went up to his room. Closing the door and locking it, Jeff went back to his computer and looked at his family tree.
Jeff didn’t want to make any more changes to his mother’s side of the family, so instead looked further back into his father’s. Jeff’s paternal grandfather was an grey haired Indian man, who still live in the sub-continent. Not very close with Jeff’s family, Jeff could only remember him visiting a few times in the past ten years. A stern man, Jeff had never gotten along with this grandfather and did not mind changing this branch of the family.
Thinking over the words that he would use, Jeff tried to find words that would help him with his father. Jeff chose black for his first word, and for the rest, he chose tall, muscular, well-hung and masculine. This brought up numerous images of black men. Each was a match to the descriptive words, and Jeff could see the stereotype had some backing.
Finally settling on one, Jeff looked over the man on the screen. He was tall, close to seven feet tall, with wide shoulders, a generous endowment, and was not overly covered in hair. What Jeff liked most was the definition of the mans muscle. He could see each one highly define.
Hitting the update option, Jeff watched as his father’s image turned gray. Heat radiated throughout his body. Quickly taking off his clothes, the first thing Jeff saw change was the color of his skin. It was like chocolate being poured into milk, he complexion slowly darkened until it was the color of milk chocolate. Next he felt his shoulders grow wider and his waist pull in. Each abdominal was like a brick, each highly defined. His shoulders were now so wide, Jeff knew he always had to turn slightly sideways in order to pass through doors. His biceps and triceps also inflated, becoming stronger, while his legs thicken, forcing Jeff to widen his stance to make room for his mammoth equipment. Jeff next had the odd sensation of slowly going up an elevator, but he knew that this was just his spine lengthening until he was almost seven feet tall. Finally, Jeff watched his shoes grow from a size fourteen to a size seventeen.
Turning to the mirror, Jeff watched as his nose slowly started to widen, and his lips become bigger. While not overly big, Jeff could tell that his grandfather’s traits genes were strong. Next his eyes started to change color, turning from the hazel into a shade of light brown. Smiling, Jeff saw bright white teeth and said, “Damn. I’m a hot mother fucker.” Not as surprised by the deeper baritone as he was earlier.
With a final tingle, Jeff watched as his body hair turned kinky and the hair on his head pulled in for form a short afro. Looking in the mirror, Jeff realized his shoulders were so broad, they couldn’t fit, and his beard, while still neatly trimmed, was as full as his father’s. Jeff now knew that he would walk into bars and order drinks every so often.
However the best thing to come from his new grandfather was the fact that Jeff’s father was now thrilled his son was the varsity quarterback of his high school team. Jeff’s father was even helping Sawn prepare for when he hit high school, so Sawn could join the team. After all, Jeff's father had been a star football player back in his day.
Looking around his room, Jeff saw some dumbbells and picking them up, began working his arms. Taking in his new decor, Jeff only smiled as he examined the various trophies mixed in with books for both school and pleasure. On his walls now hung posters of scantily clad women, clothes were thrown haphazardly with his football equipment sitting in one corner. There was also a definite musk in the air.