When Justin awoke, he had a pounding headache. He should have been more careful. He was embarrassed to know that he had been bested by the clown. Blinking, he tried to assess where he was. Knowing Jester Lord, the clown would not have just left him lying on the ground. From what he could see, he was in a dank, musty room. In an attempt to get him, Force Man realize that he could not sit up. Lifting his head, he saw that he was lying on a table, his limbs bound to it with titanium cuffs. He grimace. Titanium was the one thing he could not break out of. Looking around, Justin realized he was not alone.
“Ah, I see tu are awake.”
“What are you up to Jester Lord?” Force Man asked with a scowl.
“Mon master plan of course. You see, I have always had trouble defeating the might Force Man. His mighty strength and super muscles were too powerful for a stick like moi. But now, I have discovered the perfect way to defeat you.” Jester Lord disappeared from Justin’s range of sight and the hero struggled with his bounds.
“And what exactly will that be?” Force Man asked as he strained against the titanium. Jester Lord returned into view with an odd looking needle attached to a hose. He approached the struggling hero. Jester Lord got a sick pleasure from seeing the young lad squirm on the table. Attaching the I.V. to Force Man’s arm, Jester Lord rolled out a machine that the I.V. was attached to.
“Aren’t you a little old to be playing doctor?”
“Tu are never too old for anything.” Jester Lord said as he started up the machine. A strange green liquid started to flow out of the I.V. and down into Force Man’s system.
Justin let out a cry of pain from feeling whatever it was enter his body. He started groaning and moaning as the strange chemicals worked it’s way through him. His muscles strained and he squirmed in an attempt to break out of the cuffs. As they snaked through his blood stream, they began making changes to his body. His muscles felt tight, and stiff. His limbs locked in positions as his withering, struggling form stilled and he succumbed to the deadly liquid.
“What is this?” he managed to moan. His mind swimming, Force Man had no clue his body was starting to change. His tight, bulging muscles slacked, softening like a plush. His biceps started to shrink, reducing in size from the strong forms. His calf muscles and tights went soft and started to shrink. His thick torso was getting smaller, slimmer, and flabbier. His rippling pecs became small, flat boards of their former selves. “What are you doing to me?”
“Why I’m turning tu into a helpless petit garcon,” Jester Lord said as he laughed joyfully. He watched as Force Man’s muscles shrunk and his skin tight suit become loose and baggy. His hard, handsome face softened and grew baby fat. He started to gain a small, soft, boyish face, completely loosing his manly structures. Now, instead of a muscular stud, a slim, boyish teen laid paralyzed on and helpless on the table. To his horror, things were just beginning.
Jester Lord pulled out a second I.V. and inserted it into the groggy teen. Jester Lord flipped another switch on the machine and Force Man groaned in pain. “Agh. Stop it.” the helpless hero begged. He felt completely humiliated and helpless at the hands of this clown.
There was a painful feeling through out his entire body. Justin groaned and struggled hopelessly to fight the drugs that were changing his body structure. His slim, boyish body started undergoing a second transformation.