"Mr. Mitorpid, dude, I got us beers!" Zinger said, sitting back down to Mr. Mitorpid. The poor guy had withdrawn into his shell again, looking like he was trying his damnedest not to be noticed by anyone. Well, if this stuff worked, that was all about to change!
"I haven't had beer in forever. I hope I don't get drunk."
"Off of one beer? Naw man. You'll be fine. Come on! Everyone, Mr. Mitorpid is gonna chug his beer!"
Everyone payed attention to what Zinger had to say and started shouting "Chug! Chug! Chug!" Mr. Mitorpid looked terrified like he had no clue what to do.
"Come on man, I'll do it too!" Zinger raised his glass and started drinking. Tentatively, Mr. Mitorpid did too. At first he went real slow and clumsy, but then the taste of the beer took hold of him and he started chugging like a pro. Both of them finished at the same time and tossed their glasses to the ground and everyone cheered. They rushed Zinger and Mr. Mitorpid and in the midst of the onslaught nobody but Zinger saw the changes taking over Mr. Mitorpid.
First his flabby body seemed to literally fold in on itself, as his face rapidly flew backwards in time. When it settled it looked like a cuter, sexier, more enticing version of the old Mr. Mitorpid. His balding scraggly hair filled out and flowed over his head, creating a shaggy blonde surfer look. His eyes became a flirty emerald. His body hardened from years of skating and lifting and became quite attractive. He was still only 5'8" or so but it didn't matter. His clothing shifted over his body and became trendy sk8r clothes. Even his expression changed, becoming a little more wicked. When everyone finally parted Mr. Mitorpid was gone and Torpedo stood in his place.
"Dude!" Allen said, slapping Zinger on the back. "Your little brother is the COOLEST GUY EVER! Torp's awesome!" Everyone cheered.
"Yeah, and he's fucking cute!" said one of Zinger's friends, Chris. He was a jock, a football player, but he was gay.
"You think so?" Torp said, smiling at Chris. He ran his hand up and down Chris' well muscled arm and Chris looked like he was going to pass out from the excitement. "'cus you're pretty good looking yourself."
Zinger bugged out. This was too weird. Nobody seemed to even remember Mr. Mitorpid at all. He turned to Allen and Allen said "Dude, let's just hope we don't get busted for having this party even though we couldn't find a chaperone." This was too strange. Torp tapped Zinger on the back.
"Hey Zinger," Torp said. "You care if me and Chris go up to your room to get away from the crowd?"
"Uh," Zinger said, taken aback. This kid was seriously charismatic, a total turnaround from the wet mop that was Mr. Mitorpid. Torp smiled at Zinger sheepishly and Zinger felt his heart leap and his knees buckle. He knew he would never be able to say no to his little brother. "Sure man, just be safe okay?"
"Fuck yeah, of course." Torp said, winking, and then Chris grabbed his ass and Torp laughed infectiously. Even the sound of his laughter made people around him laugh too. They went upstairs.