"Get him!" exclaimed one of the jocks.
While Mark was still sitting down, four of the jocks tackled Mark to the ground. Another
grabbed the watch from him.
"Mark, we're sick of you treating us like crap." he said. And now it's time to pay. You're
gonna become the thing you hate. A geek."
"What are you guys doing?!" exclaimed Mark, mad now. "Brendan! Give me the watch
back!"
"You'll see. Now gaze into the watch." said Brendan.
Another jock kneeled by Mark's head and pried his eyes open. Mark had now choice
but to look.
"Now Mark.. don't you think you've been rude to everyone?"
"...yeah..." said Mark, falling into a trance.
"Good. Now when I snap my fingers, you will fall asleep." said Brendan, and then he
snapped his fingers.
The jock holding Mark's eyes open let go, and Mark's eyes gently closed.
"Let's undress him." said Brendan. The jocks took off all his clothes.
After that was done, Brendan started to speak. "Mark, I know your subconcious can
hear me. I'm going to change you. First off, Mark isn't a very good name for a geek
like you. Your new name will be Walter."
"Walter.." mumbled Mark in his sleep.
"Now, let all that muscle mass you have turn into knowledge, and go up to your brain.
Also, feel your height decrease. Shrink!"
Walter started to get skinnier and skinnier. One of the jocks gasped.
"Let your eyes shape themselves to be off. You need glasses. And your voice. It's
going to get higher. You haven't hit puberty yet. You're a late bloomer."
Walter let out a groan in his sleep.
"Walter, you don't have any friends. You like to go in the internet and play silly games
all the time instead of be around people. Your short neat hair.. feel it growing? It's
getting greasy. And feel all the pubic and the body hair retracting inti your skin?"
Walter's hair on the top of his head grew longer and greasy.
"And your face, those zits! Look at them! Oh wait, you're asleep, nevermind. You don't
wear the same clothes anymore. No more boxers. You wear tightie wighties."
A pair of tightie wighties appeared where there was nothing before.
"The shirts you wear, you wear plaid white shirts with suspenders. And no more jeans.
You'll be wearing nicer clothing, casual dress pants."
The clothing Brendan had mentioned simply appeared on Walters body.
"When I clap, you'll wake up. No more Mark, ever again. Just Walter."
Brendan clapped his hands.