Rob, now to be known as Abdul-Aziz apparently, screeched the car to a stop in the car park and got out. He pointed the C to it and it was converted into a large people carrier, which would be needed to bring back the new staff. In phony Arabic style font it said “Come with me to the Kasbah” together with some squiggles which might pass for Arab script to non Arab speakers, but which Rob immediately recognised as meaningless decoration. He knew he had learnt Arabic as a boy, and could read the basic letters. In fact Rob was beginning to forget his life as Rob, and his life as Abdul began to completely take over.
Anyone seeing him approach the school would have noticed the sun glinting off his designer aviator shades, the chunky gold links nestling in the thick hairs of his right wrist and the diamond studded Rolex on his left wrist. Anyone looking at him from behind as he jogged up the six steps to the front door disdaining the disable ramp, would have noticed his tight ass beneath his tailored pants.
As he reached the top step, he stretched out a hand to turn the door handle, and Rob was struck by the coarse hairs on his hand, becoming less thick as they reached his knuckles. They looked unbelievably sexy but would have seemed gross on paler skin. He glanced at his reflection in the glass door and noticed his pencil sharp goatee. Rob almost swooned with pleasure at his sexiness, and his personality happily allowed itself to be absorbed into Abdul. As a result the cocky 17 year old Egyptian stud who found himself in the corridor the other side of the door had never known he was ever anyone else.
Adbul walked along the corridor with an arrogant, elegant stride, looking for suitable material for transformation. He found a group of five geeks arguing violently about The Lord of the Rings, and who might have been Gimli’s mother. They brought far more passion to the subject of the sex life of fictional dwarves than they ever had to that of themselves or anyone they knew. Abdul knew that was going to change, and considered these decadent white nominal Christians no loss to the world. He zapped them with the, which left them compliant zombies and told them to follow him. He found a door marked Sanatorium and entered telling one of the geeks, named Joseph to follow him,
They entered and Abdul closed the door. He instructed Joe to take of all his clothes, which he did in a dull manner. Abdul then pointed the Chronivac at him and activated it. The change was gradual but over in about a minute. Joseph was now…