Ty liked these boys. They were much nicer than those douchebag football players he had turned into foosball pieces. They might have been skinny middle-school wimps, but they deserved better.
Seeing that they had finally finished their game and turned to throwing a football around, Ty got an idea.
He knew he couldn’t leave the foosballers as inanimate pieces forever, so he made them human again. They were covered in bruises, especially on their heads, chests, and legs.
Jake was at their front, and was clearly terrified of Ty. Ty smiled, saying, “Don’t worry,” as he waved a hand and removed their injuries.
But then he wished for them all to revert to wimpy middle school boys with no muscle, like the boys he liked. He laughed as he watched them all shrink and youthen and their clothes become huge on them. Several were wearing their football jerseys, making them look like children playing dress-up with their big brothers’ clothes. Jake was the smallest and most childish, looking only 9 years old.
Ty looked back at the real middle schoolers. He settled his gaze on their leader, the boy with the stocking cap on his head, whose name was Pete. Pete was wearing a red T-shirt and black gym shorts as he tossed a football with his friends. He would be Ty’s test case.
Ty focused on transferring the three years Jake had lost to Pete, as well as all of his muscle. He watched as Pete suddenly shot up in height and swelled with muscle, his face maturing handsomely. His clothes were changed to a football uniform, including jersey and cleats.
Ty proceeded to do the same to all of the other younger boys. Looked like the high school had a new football team.