Simon decided that his mother couldn't see him like this. How would he explain the overnight change? Would she even recognise him?
He decided that his only choice was to go out of the window - but he couldn't very well do that in his current state of dress. So Simon went to the closet, hoping to find something around the right size to not look entirely out of place on his new body.
That was when Simon got his second shock - his wardrobe contents were very different from what was there yesterday. He couldn't understand how they could have done all of this without his mother knowing. Throwing on a relatively modest (as modest as they could be on his new body) shirt and pants, Simon pulled on a pair of shoes and was turning to go out the window as his mother opened his door.
"Honey, you'd better hurry up and eat your breakfast, you don't want to be late for school."
Simon turned to look at her in shock, but her face looked entirely normal - as though she expected him to look like this. "OK, mum. I'll be down in a minute."
"Decided not to do your morning workout today, did you? Ah well, I guess you need a break after the last few months."
Months? Simon grabbed his bag, headed into the kitchen, and checked the calendar his mother kept on the fridge. Sure enough, about three months had passed since those jocks had shaved his head and given him that pill. He turned to look at the table - On it, he saw more food than he would have eaten in a whole day - and all of it looked like jock food. Simon's stomach grumbled, and he decided that starving himself wouldn't solve anything. He sat down at the table and dug into his mammoth breakfast.
It was about half an hour later that Simon walked into school. He tried to walk in surreptitiously, but before he had gone twenty paces, the entire group of jocks stepped out of a classroom in front of him. He ran, and outpaced them at first, but he wasn't used to his body, and they started gaining. Soon, they had him by the shirt, and were hauling him back into the locker room.
"So, the orange pill stopped working today, as expected, I see," Paul sneered. "Well, at least we got those three months of complete obedience out of you. Too bad the pill only works for three months, rather than being permanent."
"What have you done to me?" Simon pleaded.
"Stage two of your transformation, of course." Mark smiled smugly. "Nobody else knows what we've been doing to you, because as far as they could tell, you were just becoming a sporty person, nothing more. But that pill made it so that you would do everything we said, including forgetting everything about what we made you do. We couldn't very well have you telling people when the pill wore off." Well, that explained what had happened, at least.
"Stop gossipping, Mark, and let's get to stage 3." Paul seemed to be in a perpetual bad mood - that, or he just didn't like Simon at all.
"Stage 3?" Simon started looking for an escape. His new body could probably overpower one of them, but there were too many for him to escape by force, and no easy exit by any other means.
"Mind" was all Mark said in response, before giving Simon another pill. This time, with his greater strength, Simon fought much harder. Eventually, Mark had to get his head in a headlock, force his mouth open, throw the pill in, then hold his mouth and nose closed until he swallowed it.
It took only moments for the pill to take effect. Simon felt like he was floating, hovering above his body. He quickly realised that he was in a trance. He could tell that the jocks were saying things to him, but as far as his conscious mind could make out, they were just buzzing sounds. After a few minutes of trying to wrest control of his body back, he gave up and floated, trying to relax.