Max turned to the machine and considered for a while. Sure, he could get revenge on his bullies, that would be easy and those dicks certainly deserved it. Or he could just turn things on their head, if he was popular enough he wouldn't have to deal with those idiots anyway. In fact, they might even suck up to him.
He cracked his knuckles and set fingers to the keys, typing out 'WHAT IF I WAS THE CAPTAIN OF THE HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL TEAM?'
The machine seemed to sit idle for a moment, then there was the blinding flash of light he was becoming used to, but when his vision returned he was in a completely unfamiliar room. The walls were pale green and the carpet was a pale gray, not the black he had made it, and it was noticeably bigger. Even the furniture was completely different. His small twin bed was instead a queen, and the walls were plastered with posters of athletes and cars. Some sporting equipment sat in a bag at the end of his bed, foot ball gear mostly, and there was even a set of free weights in the corner. HE sat at an unfamiliar desk, but luckily the What If machine was still sitting there, screen glowing softly.
He looked down at himself. He was in a tank top and shorts instead of the tee and jeans he had been wearing, and the sleeveless shirt showed of a pair of tanned arms thick with muscle. "Holy shit." He murmured, his voice a touch more rough than it had been. He grabbed the front of his shirt, lifting it up to expose a taut stomach and firm pecs. He ran his hands over the muscles, not believing his eyes. It made sense though, he'd have to be a star athlete to be captain.
Max got up and quickly made his way to the mirror on the closet door, intending to get a better look at himself and stopped dead. It wasn't his face staring back at him from the mirror with the slicked back black hair, bright green eyes, and strong chin. But he knew that face all too well. Jack Miller. Jack was his chief bully and.. captain of the football team.
"Holy fuck. I'm Jack?" He leaned in and prodded his cheeks with his fingers, watching the image of Jack in the mirror do the same. "Guess I need to be a little more specific with my what ifs." He walked over and picked up the football at the base of his bed. "How much am I Jack though?" Max had only ever held a football when they did flag football in gym, and even then not much, but it felt comfortable and familiar in his hand.
He started tossing it up lightly and catching it, then doing a few behind the back tosses and catches he had seen Jack do when he was showing off. They came easy and felt natural. He even started reciting the rules of football which he had only barely known before. "Guess that's all there."
There was a knock on the bedroom door and it swung open, revealing Principal Miller. Jack's dad and the reason he could get away with pretty much anything at school. "Jack, I'm headed to the store, you need anything?"
Max stared, his brain torn between, 'What the hell is the principal doing in my room? And why the hell did dad not wait for me to tell him to come in before barging into my room?' Though his thought slowly coalesced on the later, but he shoved down the spike of annoyance with his dad.
"Nah, I added everything to the list." He said easily as he flopped on his bed, shooting his dad an easy grin.
"Alright, and don't let your mother catch you tossing that in the house." His dad said with a grin back before shutting the door. A moment later his phone chimed and he reached over to where it lay by the What If machine to grab it. He wasn't all the surprised to see who the text was from..