You have had a good week. You lost your job, got dumped by your girlfriend, got in a car wreck, and may be evicted from your apartment. The biker's demands are just the final straw. You have taken some self-defense classes and are pretty proficient in the martial arts, but you turn around to get a better look at him. He is huge. He is around 6 feet tall. His body is extremely muscled. His arm is bigger than your head. His chest looks more like a barrel than anything. You begin to think again about fighting him, but you decide that it can't get any worse and if he kills you so what? "Maybe you didn't hear me. Get off of my seat, ya wuss," the biker reminds you. "What if I stay right here?" you ask the biker. "Then your going to wish you had never been born, you little punk," the biker replies. You swing around and catch him off guard with a swift roundhouse to his head, knocking him down to the ground like a rock. "Well then, I guess I will just have to grant that wish," you reply back to him. He gets up and quickly swings a punch at you. He may be big, but he is not very fast or smart, as you dodge his fist, grab him, and toss him to the ground again. The other bikers are watching you closely now. The biker is really angry now and grabs the bar stool and swings it at you. You quickly duck and sweep out his legs from under him. You then grab the stool and break it over his head. You are amazed at how easily you are beating him. You expected to be dead by now, but here you are standing over the hopefully defeated biker. He stays down for around 3 minutes, but then slowly gets back up. You were hoping that he was down for good. He only gets to his knees, but then he starts to glow. He looks at himself and screams as he turns into a globe of white light. How strange you think to yourself and you wonder what will happen next. The globe hovers where the biker was, but then shhots straight into you. You absorb the globe and at first your body tingles, but then you experience severe bodily pain. You start growing taller. Your skin becomes thicker and tanner, almost as if you have been outside for a very long time. You start filling out muscularly and soon you clothes can barely contain you. You are starting to resemble the biker. Your entire body feels like pins and needles and when the feeling subsides, your entire body from the neck on down is covered in tattoos. The exact same tattoos the biker had. You begin to realize what is happening. Your ears are pierced several times each with silver rings. Your clothes begin to change as well. You shirt changes into a tight-fitting white muscle shirt. Your shorts lengthen into blue denim jeans. Your sneakers turn jet black, thicken to real leather, then stretch up over your calf stopping at your knee. The laces disappear, replaced by black leather. Silver belt buckles appear on the outside of your boots, and belts stretch around the boot from the other side and securely fasten in the buckles. A black leather belt wraps around your waist, but then the leather stretches down to your ankles. The butt and crotch of your jeans is still showing, but your legs are garbed in heavy leather chaps. The changes stall for a short time, so you run to the bathroom to take a look at yourself. As you reach the bathroom the changes begin again and you are forced to stop. A heavily spiked and pyramid studded leather vest appears on your torso. The back has the Harley-Davidson logo on it. A spiked collar hangs loosely on your neck. Leather wristbands tightly wrap around your wrist. Studded, fingerless, leather gloves adorn your hands. You look in the mirror as your face changes. Your face begins to hurt terribly and you hold your face in your hands until the pain subsides. When you look up, to your amazement you look almost like the biker. Your hair turns blonde and grows out and finally becomes greasy. You look like Paul Phoenix from Tekken. Your face starts to itch and you watch as stubble begins to form on your face. The stubble is jet-black and soons heavily covers your chin. Blonde hairs start to appear on your upper lip and then start to grow . They grow longer until they reach to below your chin and stop forming a biker mustache. A black leather skullcap appears on your head and tightly ties on in the back. Black sunglasses form on your face and the change is complete. You hear a voice in your head, "Since you beat me, you have to take on the role of leader now. All the knowledge you need is in your mind. Good luck," the voice says. As you emerge from the bathroom, the bartender and the other bikers congratulate you and you and the other bikers head out to your car. Your car is gone, and all that is there is the Harley that the biker rode. You figure that since you are now him, the Harley is yours. As you sit on it, all the biker's experience comes into your mind and you ride off with your fellow bikers to wherever the road may take you.