Alone in his room, Zinger looked in the mirror one last time, admiring the hard body he'd worked hard to gain. Then, he thought of Torpedo, and the love he still felt and couldn't make go away.
"It's now or never," he said, and threw back the beer.
It was delicious... he'd never tasted anything like it. Thoughts of stopping never entered his mind. Once he'd began drinking he never wanted to stop. Then it was gone. He looked sadly into the glass, and then suddenly he felt funny.
The first thing that happened, he saw in the mirror, was that he shrank from 6'2" to 5'10". Then his brown hair grew quickly from a severe Caesar cut to a shaggy surfer boy look. His face began to change too. He looked more sultry, more seductive. He pouted. He winked, he invited with his eyes, he did this all very credibly, yet lost none of his inherent handsomeness. His body leaned up a little bit yet still maintained a lot of muscle. He was a stud. He could easily top yet he knew now what his ass craved. He felt his cock stiffen admirably, and he stroked it a few times, getting off on looking at himself. God, he radiated sex! He was the sexiest man alive! He could easily be the biggest porn star ever. He realized suddenly he was having very un-Zinger like thoughts, because his first impulse was that he should immediately go sign up with Falcon. Then knowledge about skating and surfing flooded his mind--fuck yeah, he was a sk8r! He was awesome! He was fucking badass. Nothing better than riding your board all day and then getting your ass pounded by some hot muscle top. The old Zinger began slipping away. He didn't even realize he was supposed to hang on to it. The new Zinger took full control. He was a bottom stud and he knew it. In his spare time he ran the frat (it was the coolest place on campus because he was the coolest stud on campust) when he wasn't skating or being fucked.
Finally the transformation was completed by some boxers forming on his lithe body. His thoughts turned to the sexy boy in the house right then, the hottest guy on campus... he picked up his phone.