Jean-Claude Martin had one dream, to become a chef. Sure, that sounded like a very stereotypical dream for a french man, but the French were known for their food for a reason. He had fallen in love with food and cooking ever since his parents took him to that fancy restaurant for his birthday. There was so much delicious food served to him, and the presentation was just magical. Even when he moved to America, his dream did stop. Jean-Claude was just going to need to open a restaurant here and give the Americans a taste of haute cuisine. The people at the school certainly liked it, as Jean-Claude would occasionally give the extra food he made to the students and teachers, making him fairly popular. Being a jock and muscles were the last things on his mind.
Well, at it was until one faithful day.
"Why iz it so cold? Ze Weather report said it would be sunny!" Jean-Claude complained to no one in particular while he was walking to school. His body was tall and thin so, he was more susceptible to the cold than others with more mass were. Why didn't he bring a jacket, he thought, but it was then he saw it. A letterman jacket just neatly on a bench. Confused the transfer student picked it up and looked around to see if anyone was looking for something, but no one was. How strange why would someone abandon a jacket like this? All nice and folded too. However, as he was thinking, a particularly cold breeze blew by him causing Jean-Claude to shiver.
Ah, screw it, if anyone was looking for this jacket, he'll return it to them later. Right now, the Frenchman was freezing and needed some warmth, or else he'll get sick. Jean-Claude quickly put on the jacket and instantly felt warm. Not realizing the warmth he felt was a sign that the jacket was beginning to transform him.