Rob felt a tingle through his body and was suddenly compelled to sit upright in the back
set of the car though he was otheriwse immobile. He could see his reflection in the rear-
view mirror at the front of the car and watched fascinated as his nose lengthened into a
replica of Bryan/Mustapha's typically arabic looking, strong nose and his hair shortened
into a neat crop with a short fringe of hair gelled over his forehead.
Next, Rob felt a burning sensation around his chin and upper lip and a very close cropped
jet black goatee beard and moustache grew in. The burning sensation spread outward
from his mouth and quickly across his whole face leaving a heavy shadow of a beard that
was going to need frequent shaving. As the burning sensation reached his eyes, he saw
them in the mirror as they turned a deep brown colour quickly followed by his eyelashes
and the hair on his head which both turned black to match his new facial hair.
As the colour change to his hair sank in, he noticed that his chin and jawline seemed
stronger and his skin tone darkened to a deep tan colour. As he could only see his head
and face in the mirror, he had no idea what was happening as the burning tingling
sensation moved down through the rest of his body. In a moment, Rob found himself able
to move and looking down saw that he had bulked up considerably, grown a little in height
and was now dressed in a dark suit with a tight, muscle hugging black shirt and black tie.
He looked around and tried to say "Bryan, what have you done..?" but instead said "Father
this is a much better body, I will be very much pleased to be working for you in it!" in a
thick middle eastern accent.
Taken aback by this turn of events, he fought back a panic attack as Bryan/Mustapha/his
father spoke "Listen well Rob. If you serve me well as my son, I may turn you back some
day but for now you will be my seventeen year old boy Abdul-Aziz bin Mustapha and will
always act as such."
Before he could stop himself, Rob replied "Yes, Father!" and as the words came out of his
mouth, realised that he now had memories of being Mustapha's son as well as his own
memories of being Rob.
"Very good." Said Mustapha, "Now, I have need of some staff for a gentleman's club I've
taken over, how about we visit Rob and Bryan's old school to - uh - make some
acquisitions..?"
Rob actually began to think this might turn out OK after all and since he didn't seem to
have much say over events he decided to settle down for the ride. He smiled and said "I
think I know just where to begin!"
Mustpaha signalled to the driver and they sped off towards the school.