You fill out the identity request sheet, putting down a professional baseball player. "What
the hell, I might as well become a jock," you say to yourself as you take the filled out
paperwork to the receptionist.
You wait in the waiting room for a few more minutes, and while you're staring at the walls
what kind of joke this is going to be, a man in a lab coat appears and calls your name,
startling you. You jump up and walk up to the man who introduced himself as Dr. Smith
and asks you to follow him.
You both walk into what appears to be an average office, with a desk and two guest chairs,
with the doctor asking if you would like anything to drink and pointing for you to sit down.
"So, I see here on your identity request sheet you want to become a professional baseball
player," the doctor announced, "lets see if we can narrow it down just a little bit so we
know exactly what you want. Is there any baseball player out there you want to be like?"
"Well, I would love to hit balls out of the park like Albert Pujols," you respond. "Well, let's
look up his stats here," the doctor mubles, pulling up MLB.COM on the computer. "I see
he's 6 foot 3, and about 225 pounds, does that sound about like the size you want to be?"
"Sure," you respond, wondering what it would be like to be that size. The doctor further
pursues his line of questioning about physical specifications, asking you what nationality
you'd like to be, your new age, what baseball position, and even what size of genitals you
wish to have. "OK, here's a summary of what I have here for you", the doctor continues,
"you want to have the abilities of Albert Pujols on the field, 6' 3", 225 lbs, age 25,
caucasian, play first base, and above average penis and testicles. Is that correct?" You
respond yes, so the doctor continues to type the information into his computer, but you
aren't sure what software it is he's using as it is unfamiliar to you.
"Let's continue on with your new personality!" the doctor states just as he turns from his
computer. "Do you want to be like a traditional jock, or do you want to just describe to me
what type of personality you want?" "Um, well...." you stutter, unprepared to answer the
question, "I guess I want to be really confident, extremely likeable, yeah kind of like a
regular jock, but I want to be my own kind of person." "That's no problem, the computer
will help us out here and come up with a wonderfully compatible set of personality
characteristics for you!" the doctor said as he started typing again into the computer.
"Final couple of questions here....these should be simpler for you," the doctor goes on, "I
need to know if you want a different name or if you want a new one, what number you
want on your baseball jersey, and what team you want to play for. Just an FYI, I have
recruitment agreements with all of the major sports teams, so pretty much whatever you
want will be what you get." "I guess I'll keep my name," you respond thinking that would
be okay, "I want to be number 5 like Pujols though, and I guess I'd like to play for the Red
Sox." "Excellent!" the doctor excitedly said after about a minute and stood up, "looks like
the interview process is complete, review this paper I just printed and make sure it's all
right, then sign at the bottom." You hurridly sign the paper, just waiting for the joke to be
uncovered, when the doctor asks you to follow him to another room.
After walking down the hall, you enter a room
with a tall, wide, and cushioned chair with
restraints, as well as a IV stand. "This is where your physical transformation will take
place," the doctor goes on to explain, "if you will please sit down in the chair and let me
affix the restraints, we will get started. I will explain what I am doing throughout the
process." You sit down, and feel extremely nervous at the fact that you're going to be
restrained to the chair. Meanwhile, the doctor quickly fastens the restraints to your legs
and begins to fasten the arms and chest.
"These restraints will help prevent you from being injured during the procedure. What I'm
going to do next is attach an IV to each arm. On your left arm, the IV will be providing you
with fluids, specifically water, vitamin nutrients, and a medicine to assist in the process.
On your right, the IV will be providing you with an extremely potent mixture of protien,
carbohydrates, and sports nutrition to feed your body during the changes. Both mixtures
are specially mixed by computer to give you the perfect mixture needed for the
transformation." The doctor attaches both IVs to you, which momentarily hurt, and a light
yellow liquid begins flowing in your left arm, and a chocolate brown liquid into your right.
"I'm going to let the fluids flow into your body for a few minutes, just relax and relish in
your soon to be new identity," the doctor calmly said as he he left the room.
"Shit, what have I gotten myself into!" you think for a few minutes, watching the fluid flow
rapidly into your body. You begin to feel slightly bloated. You can't tell how much of the
liquid is left because the IV pump seems to be refilling the bags from a pipe in the wall.
About five minutes later the doctor returns with a syringe in hand full of a blue liquid and
a baseball duffel bag which appears to be heavily loaded, and you take note that it has the
logo of the Boston Red Sox on the side. "I took the liberty of getting some of your new
clothing and gear gathered up, during the process you'll discover the clothes you're
wearing are not appropriate nor will fit," the doctor informs you, continuing "I have a
syringe here full of the activation agent for your new identity. It acts by modifying your
DNA to that of a person matching the specifications you gave me. The process may be
somewhat painful and you will still have most of your existing personality intact at the end
of this step, however things may be fuzzy until we complete the final phase. I'm going to
inject you now." You see the needle stab you in the bicep and you yelp in pain as the
liquid is forcefully pushed into your body.
You feel the liquid begin to flow throughout your body. It feels as if a burning sensation is
expanding all over your body. Your arm burns. Your chest begins to burn. It continues
until you entire body feels like it is burning, you almost want to scream and want it to
stop. As you look down, it seems as if your hands are getting bigger, your arms longer. It
seems as if they are stretching. Now you feel your rib cage expanding, your back
lengthening, as you suddenly realize your perspective on the room has changed due to
your increased height. Your musculature begins to build as well, with your arms gaining
in size until they are at least 20" around. Your pecs pull out and form a shelf, with your
abs quickly becoming a six pack, causing your shirt to rip. Your legs also gain an extreme
amount of muscle, becoming like tree trunks and ripping your pants open, and your feet
bust open your shoes and become size 13.
It now feels like your head is expanding. It is growing, forming into a more jock-like,
baseball player-like appearance. Your hair changes to dark brown, and a soul patch grows
on your chin. Sideburns grown down the sides of your face, and your eyes turn bright
blue as you realize your vision is now near perfect and you don't have to squint anymore.
A pain in your crotch reminds you that you wanted above average sized genitals. Your
cock quickly becomes hard and starts elongating, feeling as if someone is giving you a
blow job. It becomes a 9" monster, and your balls and ballsack begin to expand to
provide your body with it's newly increased need for testosterone. They are like golf balls
and hang down much lower when you realize your growth is subsiding.
"Congratulations!" the doctor said to you, "the physical transformation phase has been
completed." You find it hard to think, and respond "huh?" "Like I said earlier, your
thought may be fuzzy because your personality and thought processes aren't meant for a
body like this, we're going to fix that shortly," the doctor slowly stated, making sure you
understood. The doctor undoes the restraints and then asks you to please remove your
tattered clothes and you do so.
"This bag has your new equipment in it, here, get dressed." the doctor instructs you as you
grab the bag from him. You open the bag, to find there is an Under Armour thight shirt,
baseball pants, sliding shorts, a cup, socks, baseball cleats, your jersey complete with
name and number 5 on the back, and a team issue hat. Quickly you get dressed, excited
to see your new body in these clothes. They fit extremly well to your body, as if they were
custom made.
"Great baseball stud," the doctor says, "lets go get your brain working on all cylinders."
You follow the doctor to another room, to find there was a computer and a small booth,
kind of like what you would find for a hearing test but only about triple the size. "I need
you to get into this booth now," you're instructed, "this booth will allow the computer to
alter your brain's programming to match your new body. Also, at the same time, we
broadcast similar reprogramming signals from a satellite to the world, modifying the brain
programming of anyone who may know you or who follows professional baseball. If they
didn't know you before, they probably will now since you'll be such a good player." You
get into the booth, and the doctor closes the door. You notice on a shelf in front of you is
a baseball, baseball bat, and glove.
Next thing you know a voice has entered your head, and you feel minor shocks all over
your body, as if it was static electricity. "Baseball is life....." is says, continuing "You now
play for the Red Sox. You are now number 5, first base position. You know how to play
baseball." While this voice is going on in your head, you stand up in the booth
involuntraily and begin praticing baseball moves. You grab the bat and act like you're
hitting a homer. You put on the baseball glove and act like you're catching the ball. You
grab the baseball and act like you're throwing it. Although in your mind is seems as if
these acts are happening for real. "We're programming your hand-eye-muscle
coordination" the doctor speaks inside the booth via an intercom. You keep performing
these moves as you hear futher voices in your head, "you are extremly cocky, confident,
team oriented, and gay. You are a professional baseball player. You are a jock. You are
gay." Little did you know the doctor made you gay, but deep inside you know it was cool.
Eventhough you were hearing these voices in your head, more programming was coming
across than you thought. "Your programming is complete," the doctor announced,
opening the door and letting your new self out.
"Fuck man, I need my chew!" you state, much out of character, and run over to your bag to
grab the can and spit bottle. "I see you're using your new personality now," the doctor
asked. "Fuck yeah, I'm so glad I'm not that sorry, scrawny loser anymore!" you say in your
new sexy voice and Boston accent.
"Very well then," the doctor continues, "you will probably remember some of your old
personality for the next few days, but your new personality will fully take over within the
next two weeks and you won't have to worry about "that loser". Now, your team manager
is sitting out in the lobby waiting to pick you up, so you better hustle out there before he
makes you stay after practice." "Yeah, thanks man for the new bod, later!" you excitedly
say as you run out of the room and out to the lobby.