He moves his hand up your thigh and spreads the gel liberally on your crotch. He does it roughly, yet clinically, and you can feel your face burn with embarrassment. Mark doesn't seem to notice or care how you feel as he continues to spread the gel up your nondescript stomach and your chest. Finally, he puts some on your face with two gentle, yet forceful slaps.
You open your eyes cautiously and look at your naked self. The gel has evaporated or absorbed into your skin and, in its place, body hair is filling in. There are thickening golden brown patches on your arms, legs, chest, face, and even your feet and hands. The hair on your stomach leads down to your crotch bush with a trail that darkens to brown. You are confused. Now you are a /hairy/, wimpy, nerd. You look up at Mark who has returned to the group of half-naked football players, wiping his hands.
"Don't worry," he says, a little too loudly. Fur is just the first step." He grins broadly as the rest of them begins to hoot and grunt in deep, animistic tones.
Your confusions deepens and is coupled with a rising fear. You notice that the heat that had come to your face has spread to your whole body. You start to sweat as...