Jeff now picked up his phone, glancing over Mr. Huffs information. Their was no denying it, the Chronovac had transformed his bully of a teacher into a 12 year old boy both mentally and physically.
"Well Jeff did it work?"
Jeff now glanced at Mr. Huff or Ryan at this point. The boy now stood a little over 5 feet tall and was skinny as a rail. The former adults polo shirt and slacks hanging off his youthful frame. Jeff now towered over the boy, the preteen looking up at him with wide innocent eyes. "Sorry don't think it worked."
Ryan groaned, a frown forming on his boyishly handsome face. "Aw man I wanted to go to high school," he grumbled. "Seventh grade stinks!"
"You're in seventh grade," Jeff asked.
"Uh huh," Ryan said. "I can't wait to get to high school so I can play football. You know how my dad is. Football’s a mans sport and you gotta show how much of a man you are. Plus the girls are a lot cuter in high school, you with their um." Ryan trailed off the boys cheeks blushing as he pointed towards his chest. Jeff stifled a laugh, seeing his usual macho teacher returned to an awkward preteen.
Still, something bothered him. There was no denying that Ryan was a cute kid. The boy’s face was only showing the beginnings of his chiseled adult features, making him appear boyishly handsome. Couple that with his mop of blonde hair and crystal blue eyes and Jeff had little doubt the kid would be Mr. Popular come high school. Jeff though had a feeling after just talking with Ryan that the boy was already on the path to being the bully he would grow into. "Remind me about your dad again?"
Ryan sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "You know," he said. "Dad is all about being the biggest and strongest. That's why I wanted to grow big. He's always on my case about not being big. I've been trying. I want to be a football player just like he was."
Jeff nodded, studying the skinny kid in front of him. He had a nagging feeling Ryan's father was the prototypical high school jock. The kind of guy that would stuff weaker and smaller kids into lockers. Jeff had a feeling Ryan's father was trying to instill those qualities into his son. Jeff frowned, at this age Ryan was already destined to be a bully, which was a shame since he seemed like a decent enough kid. Maybe though, Jeff could try to change that. "Want to try one more time Ryan?"
Ryan nodded, happily exclaiming yes as Jeff now adjusted to Chronovac one more time. Looking at the mental and physical settings, he smiled as he now activated the device.
Jeff had input a new reality. From now on, Ryan was his younger brother, adopted as a baby, and loved as though he were a biological child. Jeff’s parents weren’t the kind of person Ryan’s dad apparently was, so he hoped that growing up in his family would change the ultimate outcome of Ryan’s personality.
In addition, he aged Ryan up to 14, to see how he matured in those two years. The boy grew from 5’1” to 5’8”. His face grew slightly more mature and sharper, yet he was still very boyishly handsome. This was boosted by the muscle growth he underwent, bringing him from a skinny 110 pounds to an athletic 170. Round pecs were visible, as were washboard abs, meaty biceps and thick legs. Even at 14, Ryan was on the road to being the mountain of a man he’d been as Mr. Huff.
The reality change set in, giving Ryan appropriate clothes: a pair of skinny jeans and a royal blue and gold football jersey. He looked at Jeff and asked in a slightly deeper voice, “What are we doing here, big bro?”
“I was just going to pick up some homework for a friend who’s gone, but the teacher’s not here,” Jeff lied. “Come on, let’s get you to your practice.”