Dave took the clothing from Calvin, inspecting it closely. It looked like something one of the preppy boys
from high school would wear, from American Eagle or Abercrombie. A blue plaid button-down shirt, with hints of
green in the pattern along with a pair of khaki shorts that had been distressed just enough to look stylish
without looking old.
"Are you sure this is the look for me?" Dave asked timidly, not wanting to insult Calvin. He was so
enthusiastic about all of this, but Dave couldn't see himself pulling off the preppy look. He just didn't fit
in with that crowd.
"Oh, my, yes! You may not think so now, but just wait until you've tried them on! You'll be a new man!" Calvin
replied, with a mild craze in his eye that subconsciously worried Dave.
"Ok then, I guess you know about this stuff better than I do," Dave said, beginning to pull the blue shirt
over his t-shirt.
"Oh no, that'll never work, we can't have you wearing that shirt over something like...that." Calvin gestured
at Dave's plain white tee. "A shirt like this is meant to be worn alone."
"Umm...okay," Dave said, slightly uncomfortable at the man's suggestion. He seemed genuine enough, but Dave
had never been one to show off his body in front of anyone. He didn't have too much to speak of in the muscle
department, and was pretty self-conscious about it. But reluctantly, he pulled the t-shirt over his head,
revealing his skinny frame. The only traces of hair on his upper body were two little wisps of dark brown hair
under his arms.
Dave quickly reached for the blue shirt, eager to cover himself up again in front of his new assistant. As he
put his arms into the sleeves and pulled the shirt up onto his skinny shoulders, he felt a slight zap; it was
as if the shirt had been charged with static electricity and has shocked him. He shrugged this notion off,
however; he knew a cotton shirt couldn't hold a charge like that.
As he began to button the shirt up, Calvin reached out and stopped his hand about half-way up. "No, no, that
will never do. Leave the rest undone and try on the shorts, we need to see this whole look come together!"
Dave was even more self-conscious at this point. He had always hated changing in gym class, in front of all
those other guys, when he couldn't hold a candle to them. And now here he was, in front of Calvin, this 6'5"
image of perfection, and he was about to relive all of it.
He reluctantly pulled down his shorts, and let them fall to his feet. He kicked them to the side, and quickly
reached for the new khakis. He pulled them on quickly, while Calvin watched his every move, grinning from ear
to ear.
Dave fastened the button on the shorts and pulled up the zipper, and as he did this time he was sure what he
felt was a static shock. But this time, it was even more uncomfortable, it zapped him straight in the crotch!
Dave grabbed himself from the surprise, even letting out a very audible "ouch!" that seemed to make Calvin
grin even larger, if that were possible.
Calvin now jumped into action, grabbing Dave's arms and rolling up his sleeves in that typical preppy way, and
looking all over to make sure everything was just so. When he was completely satisfied, he turned Dave around
and told him to have a look at himself in the mirror, telling him once again that he would look like "a new
man."
Dave turned around slowly, expecting himself to look completely ridiculous in this getup. And his first
thought as he looked into the mirror was that he did look ridiculous. But then it happened. He got zapped
again, but this time it felt like his whole body had gotten shocked at the same time. His eyes were glued to
the mirror. Then he felt the pain begin.
It started in his feet. He had taken off his shoes when he put on the shorts, but even through his plain white
socks, he could tell something was happening. At first, it felt like his feet were on fire, but then a new
sensation surfaced...stretching. As the feeling grew, he swore his feet looked like they were
growing...stretching his socks out further and further. But as quickly as the pain had come, it passed. But he
was not done, as the pain then moved up into his calves...
This time the change was more dramatic, as he could see his legs in full view. The feeling started the same
this time, like a mild burning. But as that happened, the traces of brown hair that adorned his "chicken legs"
(as his friends called them in joking,) pulled back into his body. His legs were now completely hairless...and
yet the sensation grew, becoming more painful, and in their place fine, golden hairs began to emerge. Dave
couldn't believe what he was seeing, and then the pain hit him again. It felt like someone was attempting to
knead his legs like dough, and wasn't being very gentle about it. He could now see his calves exploding,
filling out with muscle, leaving them look like he'd been a runner for quite some time. He managed to think to
himself that this was a dream, that this wasn't happening. But he didn't say anything, he was completely at a
loss for words.
The process repeated for his thighs, and although he couldn't see the changes this time, he could feel them.
Dave thought he knew what was coming, the changes were progressing upwards and it was only a matter of time
until it happened, but he was in no way prepared for what happened next. It felt like someone kicked him
straight in the nuts as hard as they could, and then his shorts began to feel tight. He didn't know what to
make of this at the time, but he could only guess that he had grown in "that department" as well.
The process continued upwards, the feeling of his skin being on fire, the stretching, the kneading, the
foreign tightness of his clothes. His stomach churned; he could see a few golden hairs poking out of the top
of his new shirt. His chest had been completely bare before. His pecs enlarged, not anything like a
bodybuilder, but they reached a respectable prominence on top of his chest. His sleeves filled out, and more
of this golden hair appeared on the tops of his arms.
His neck now got the special treatment, enlarging just a bit, making his head look not quite so large on his
body. Dave wondered what was going to happen to his face...this body didn't look anything like his old one, so
why should his face? But as the burning and stretching began creeping into his cheeks and beyond, his face
remained largely the same. There were some changes, of course; his jaw strengthened, his ears didn't seem to
stick out so much from his head, and a gorgeous blonde stubble appeared on his face (something completely
foreign to Dave, he had never really had to shave before.) But all in all, his face was still largely his own.
His messy crop of hair at last pulled into his head, replaced by a perfectly wavy head of golden blonde.
And then, as quickly as it had started, it was over. It felt like it had been hours since he first had looked
into that full-length mirror, but Dave knew it couldn't have been more than a minute or so. He was so taken
aback, he didn't know what to say. He looked at least 3 years older; he could easily walk into a bar and not
be asked for I.D. But it wasn't just that he was older...he was perfect. In every way. Dave had hesitated
trying on this outfit because he knew he couldn't pull off the jock-prep look, and now he WAS one of those
people. The kind that all of the girls drooled over. He still couldn't believe his eyes, and pinched himself
to see if it was all a dream. Of course, it wasn't.
"So now, what do you think of your new look? Is it you? Or should we try on something else, hmmmm?" Calvin
spoke for the first time since this had started. Dave had almost forgotten he was there, but he was. Sheepish
grin and all, which had grown even larger...he looked like the cheshire cat.
"No!" Dave yelled, taken aback by his voice. It sounded foreign, much deeper than his own. He cleared his
throat, trying again, but the sound was the same. "I mean, I'd like to have a better look at this before I try
something else."
"Completely understandable! You want to know exactly what you're buying before you pay, and no one could blame
you!" Calvin's demeanor was growing on Dave fast, and all traces of discomfort or self-consciousness had faded
away. "You see that door over there? That's a private changing room. We like to be here for the initial
inspection, to make sure you get the full effect of your new look, but you're more than welcome to have a
better look at everything in there."
"Ok," Dave says, turning to the door. Calvin yells after him, "I'll be right out here if you need assistance
with anything at all!" And then Dave is alone. The room is completely lined with mirrors on every side, and a
small stool sits in the center.
And then he has an uncontrollable urge to...