Meanwhile, Mark stood outside feeling more humiliated than he ever remembered. He’d lost football games, sure, but the team who beat them were always tossers and wankers. But to have Kaylie hiss “loser” at him as she went off to be bonked by that nerd Simon, and that is what he was but for Mark’s creation, made him feel totally useless.
For the first time since boyhood he felt the warm, comforting ooze of tears behind his eyes. He felt a salty wetness at the outside edges of his eyes. His face was becoming red and puffy, although he didn’t realise it. His feelings of anger and humiliation gradually resolved into the feeling he must do something about them. He couldn’t undo the change on Simon, and stop him being the stud he now was. However he could make himself better able to stand up to him.
Mark stumbled back to the room where he had transformed Simon. He was handsome in a blond, blue eyed, beefy sort of way, lacking any individuality or character, as all his personal energy had been devoted to making himself just one of the pack, albeit the leader of the pack. Now with his bloated, blushing face he looked like a little boy who in the dark, politically incorrect, pre-Spock days had received a sound smacking on the bottom for being noisy, disruptive and a general nuisance. He would have been very surprised to be told earlier that this in fact made him far, far more interesting to women than his arrogant jock persona. Some women, generally those lacking personality, imagination or intelligence, may have been pleased to bonk the jock. All women would have liked to mother the lost little boy.
As he stumbled back to the room where he had created Tyson in order to inject himself, he desperately went over what he should become. Black, of course, and just that little bit physically bigger all round than that bastard Tyson, but Tyson obviously had something that Mark had never considered. Intelligence? Charm? Consideration? Tyson had all these things Mark had never considered, and now realised that he was missing out a lot as a result.
He gained the room, and went to the table with the syringes. Picking up number three, he injected himself, and released the serum into his arm. As he did so, he calmed down completely. His tears dried, and he felt his spine strengthen. His stomach stopped wobbling and a warm, comforting feeling spread out from there. Mark took off all his clothes hurriedly and went to observe his change in a full length mirror.