Hector proceeded to organize our cabin space. He set up a huge terrarium on the ledge next to our bunks.
"What's that for?" I asked.
"My snake project," he answered.
"Did you bring a snake with you?"
"No, of course not."
"Well, I've been coming here for years, and I've never seen a snake around here. So I think your experiment is all wet before it even starts," I said.
"Really. You'd be surprised. You probably just didn't look in the right place," Hector said turning to adjust something in the empty herpetarium. I swear I thought I heard him mutter under his breath, "You must never have looked in a mirror."
I almost tore into him then, but I wasn't sure if that's what he said. He might have been talking to himself about his snake cage, after all it did have a mirror inside it. That seemed strange in and of itself. I mean why would a snake want to look in the mirror?
I put my gear away in my locker, and looked at myself in the small metal mirror at the end of the bed. I had no idea it would be the last time, I'd see that face this summer. Then I threw myself back onto my bunk.
"Hey!" shouted Hector.
I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my butt. I turned over to see that Hector had laid a bunch of weird science equipment on my bunk, and two syringes were now sticking out of my butt. I pulled them out looked at them. They were empty now, but drops of some liquid fell from their needles. I tried to raise my head, but fell back on my cot. Hector seemed concerned at first, and then he started smiling, "I didn't even have to ask you to volunteer, snake boy."
I managed to mouth, "Vol-un-teer," before I passed out.
When I woke, I was naked and lying on a plastic tarp next to my bunk. A group of campers was gathered around me. Hector reappeared. I wanted to get up, but I couldn't move a muscle. I was fully conscious, but totally incapacitated. What had Hector done to me?
As if in answer, Hector began to lecture the other campers in his best Doogie Heiser style, "Now having collected the requisite samples of bodily fluid from the subject." He held up three vials with my name printed in black marker on each. One was filled with yellow liquid, one was filled with red, and one was filled with an inch and a half of white gel. No he couldn't have! Not while these other guys watched? He'd taken blood, urine and sperm samples? "It's time to dipilitate the subject. It will give us a better view of the changes as his altered dna reshapes his phenotype to conform with the new genotype."
"Huh?"
"We're going to shave off all his hair, so we can better see him change into a snake, okay?"
He flipped open a straight razor and stepped closer.
"It had better be reversible this time, Hector," a threatening voice shouted from the crowd. If only I could have turned my head to thank my unexpected ally.
"Don't worry hank. We won't get in trouble, it's reversible," he said kneeling next to me, he muttered, "mostly." Then he began to shave. The cold steel razor grazed my chest removing the few hairs that had sprouted there. Next he raised my right arm and applied lather. He carefully cut away all the bush in my pits. Then he reached down and lifted my cock. I wanted to belt him. Instead his gentle squeezing was making me hard. Once it was up and out of the way, he quickly removed my pubic hair. Then he rolled me over. The pressure of erect cock being rammed into the floor boards caused me to shoot a small load on the blue tarp. There were laughs from the onlookers, and gasps as Hector spread my ass crack, and started to shave it too.
"The snake I'm making has a single cloaca for evacuation and mating, so I want to have a good view of his penis and ass merging."
"So how long will it take?"
"Well, I'm going to store him under the bunk for the night. I imagine the retrovirus I introduced last night should have overwritten 80% of his code by noon tomorrow, so I'd expect his body to start changing to match its new programming around 12:30pm. So we'll meet back here after lunch!"
There were flashes from several cameras, and Hector carefully filmed me with a digital video recorder front, back and sides. Then he laid me on my back and unceremoniously shoved me under my bunk. I saw the springs descend, heard them creak, and listened as Hector started to snore. Not only was he turning me into a snake, he was sleeping in my bunk. I began to contemplate what I'd do to him as soon as I had control of my hands again. Part of me wondered if he could really turn me into a snake. I envisioned wrapping my body around his throat, strangling him, and then devouring him whole. Of course, I might not be destined to be an anaconda, so maybe the best I could do would be to bite him--repeatedly. I didn't know what fate awaited me. I was angry, and cold, and some time during the night I fell asleep.