Ty thinks, So, Chris wants to be a Ken doll, he grins wickedly, Well, that can be arranged.
Chris is sitting there naked and smooth as a Ken doll where his cock and balls had previously resided. He is still pink with embarrassment, even though he is sure he is dreaming. The class is roaring with laugher, and Chris is turner redder.
Suddenly, Chris feels an itchiness on his back, his chest and shoulders balloon, and his knees bang into the bottom of his desk. Chris had been a well-built guy before at 6 foot and wearing a 44 suit coat. He was now taking on the proportions of a Ken doll: growing to 6' 5" with a 54 inch chest. His feet had become boats.
Jason who was sitting behind Chris reached out and ran his hands across the lettering that had risen on Chris' back. Chris cringed at Jason's touch.
"Hey, watch where you put your hands, gay boy!" Chris shouted.
Ty smiled, and suddenly Jason had a whole new perspective on guys. He almost came in his shorts when Chris stood over him with his naked, newly enhanced physique.
"Chris, no offense, I was just touching the lettering on your back." A tiny trickle of drool escaped through Jason's parted lips.
"What lettering?" Chris asked reaching over his shoulder, he could feel something. He sat back down, and looking over his shoulder, "So, Jace, what's it say?"
"It's your dream, man, you should know. Or maybe I'm the one dreaming? Anyway, it says, "Made In USA, Copyright 1984." "
"Shit, now way! I was born in 1984. Well, this has been real, Jace, but I'm going to try to wake up now." He closed his eyes, and pinched his arm.
Ty blinked. He'd always thought that Chris seemed big for their grade, even when in elementary school. Now he understood why. Don't think I'm done with you yet, dolly boy. I'm just getting started.