Jeff looked at himself in the mirror on the back of his closet door. His body had changed dramatically. Although his head and face still looked the same, from the neck down he was entirely different. He actually had to duck down to see his entire self in the mirror! He was so tall! And muscular! And his body clearly had some serious heft to it. Probably around 260 pounds. There was no question that he could easily take down other guys on the football field. He wondered what grade that his new body was in…With this size and weight, surely a senior…
He looked down at the sky-blue and white helmet, the only remaining piece of the uniform still left untouched. He smiled as he bent down and picked it up. It wasn’t as dirty as the rest of the uniform, but it was still clearly not the cleanest thing he had ever worn. The inside white pads had been stained a grayish-color, probably from the amount of sweat that his new body produced, if Jeff had any guess. He slid the helmet on over his head, attaching the chin guard in place like a pro. He waited for something to happen, but nothing seemed to change. Then, he noticed the mouthguard hanging from the front of the helmet. It was clearly damp with saliva, and he worried about putting it into his mouth. But he reasoned that if it finished his change, he would be making the same spit that was on that mouthguard, so before he could change his mind, he opened his mouth and slipped the mouthguard in.
Despite the helmet having been on the floor for the past 15 minutes or so, the saliva on the mouthguard still felt warm, as it if had been removed just seconds prior. He felt a sudden heat cover his head…His mind was reeling…what was happening? It was like he had a splitting headache. New memories started to fill his head…playing football since childhood, rising through the ranks, becoming a linebacker due to his large size…his mind was a flurry of thoughts and emotions. He felt his hair and face change, but unlike the previous changes, his brain was so focused on the myriad of thoughts and emotions filling his mind that he was unable to really focus on any of the physical changes. After a few more minutes, the throbbing subsided, and he found himself on his knees in his full football uniform in front of the mirror on the back of his closet. Without thinking too much, he undid the chin strap, removed the mouth guard, and pulled off his helmet.
The face that met him was that of a stranger. His formally brown hair was now jet-black, soaking wet, and slightly shaggy, with part of it sticking up in places from removing the tight helmet. The hair had a grimy look like it hadn't been washed recently, but that could have just been the sweat caused by the helmet. His formerly blue eyes were now brown, and his face had a more square look to it. His eyes were deeper set into his face, giving him a larger forehead that gave him a somewhat menacing look. He had thick stubble that covered his chin and neck, along with thick eyebrows over his eyes. It had somewhat of a brutish look, but one that could also instill fear against his opponents. There were a few streaks of dirt on his cheeks, matching the overall dirtiness of the rest of the uniform.
“This is crazy!” He said aloud to no one in particular. He stood up, still holding the helmet, and looked around his room. For a moment, there was a feeling of dizziness, as he couldn’t seem to focus on anything. Then he heard from the direction of his computer, “SUBJECT ONE. FULL CHAMELEON CLOTHES REACHED. UPDATING REALITY TO MATCH. 1 YEAR DEFAULT DURATION SET. BRAIN PATTERNS TO 80 PERCENT OF NEW FIGURE.”
“Wait, what?!” Jeff said, but before he could do anything, he heard again, “TRANSPORTING SUBJECT TO APPROPRIATE LOCATION.” The dizziness swam around Jeff again and he felt his body moving to a new location...