Ian was proud by all the good work he’d done in the little time since his own transformation. Already the
school felt like a better place with the improvements he’d made to some of the students. He decided the
vocalist should be next but that was tricky. The singer was the most crucial and they had to sing from the
heart, the lyrics had to be beautiful and true. Not just anyone would do this time. Ian was stumped but
after some debate with the others he thought of just the guy, he wouldn’t even have to transform him, he was
already perfect.
He managed to find Conner on his way to the locker-room for Gym and tapped him on the back as he had Dylan
before walking away. The only thing left to do now is wait. Conner was a charming boy, around 16. He was
cheerful and outgoing and even what some would call cute. He was moderately tall for his age, very lean and
already showing some teenage definition with mesmerizing blue eyes and slightly curly blond hair. He looked
almost cherubic and dressed a bit preppy. Despite his looks he was modest and kind to everyone. In a perfect
world he would have been very popular but this was far from a perfect world. The fact that Conner was a
singer for the local youth group and a poet did him no favors and won him no friends but the real killing blow
was that Conner was adamantly straight edge and frequently tried to promote a clean life style. That just
didn’t work in high school and so he was the target of much bullying. Rather then wear on him though Conner
took it in stride and never dropped his smile. As he was making his way to gym class he spotted Chad. Chad
was one of the worst. Standing at over 6 feet tall with a joint or cig almost perpetually hanging out his
mouth Chad was a hairy, lumbering Behemoth of a man. Held back at least once he towered over everyone else
and made it a lifestyle to torment those who he couldn’t bring into his circle. Most of Chad’s friends were
also potheads who he personally brought into the game and whatever they had been before they pretty much just
followed their leader around like dogs, occasionally laughing at his jokes. Mostly out of fear and stupidity,
he wasn’t all that funny.
Chad considered Conner a mortal foe, spewing his straight edge bullshit all over the school like a sickness
and trying to make the world fit into his morals. Chad couldn’t stand these self-righteous types and today he
was going to show Conner what was up. He grabbed the much smaller boy by the neck and dragged him to the
staircase, with the bell due to ring at any second there shouldn’t be any witnesses. Chad made a show of
presenting his unnaturally large fist before Conner’s face; he wanted to break this kid, before he broke him.
He took a good first swing and caught him square in the nose. Conner was sent reeling backwards from the
impact and slammed his head on the wall behind him. He slumped to the ground and didn’t stir.
“Oh shit, oh shit…” Chad’s booming voice filled the stairwell as blood began to pour onto the floor. He
panicked what if he killed the kid? He was over 18 he’d be tried as an adult, it was all over. But as Chad
rubbed his eyes wishing it all away, something granted his wish. Conner was gone and there was nothing to
show he had ever been there. Taking a few deep breaths, not sure if someone sold him some bad weed or what
Chad regained his composure and left to meet up with his friends.
Meanwhile Conner awoke in darkness. He felt like he was wearing a heavy costume. He could ‘hear’ all of
Chad’s thoughts. Well what passed for thoughts, they were mostly base impulses and needs. He was thinking
about going for another joint, some hot chick he wanted to bang and the parties this weekend. Conner could
feel every inch of his body from his oversized muscles to his greasy, unwashed hair. But what astonished
Conner most was he could change all of it. He felt himself spread into every corner, and set to work…
Chad felt weird, distant, like he was watching his life on a movie screen. His friends Logan and Drew were
asking him if he was coming with them to get wasted as a party this weekend. He opened his mouth to say Hell
yeah…
“No way! Guys we shouldn’t be drinking, we’re underage. It’s bad for us and sets a bad example; we can have
fun without being drunk!” Chad’s eyes were wide with shock, his friends were also shocked. Drew laughed
first, followed by Logan. They assumed he was just joking. Too bad he wasn’t. Why did I say that he
thought? He could’ve sworn a voice in the back of his head replied to him. Because I made you. Chad shook
it off and headed to the locker rooms, he was very late for gym but he didn’t give a shit. He went into a
stall to get a quick joint in before gym. As he lit it his hand suddenly shook, like someone else was
controlling it and he threw it into the toilet. No more joints Chad, a voice said in his head. Chad was
furious, it was his last joint. He pulled down his pants to take a piss but he felt the same sensation
overwhelm him again. Something strange entered his equipment and began changing it. His once monstrous tool
began to dwindle down to a more average size, losing length and girth. It shrank even further becoming small
and thin. His dark forest of pubic hair even receded becoming just a small scattering of blond hairs.
“Fuck, the guys will laugh me to Hell! What’s going on?” Chad cringed, feeling like he was going to vomit.
This had to be a bad trip he thought but the voice in his head spoke again and this time he recognized it, it
was Conner!
“I’m in your body, somehow, you’ve gone around turning other people to your ways and you were cruel to me for
trying to get people to live a better life and since you killed my body I’ll just have to use yours to keep
helping people.”
“Shit I didn’t mean to kill you! Don’t do this; I don’t want to be the new you, why not someone else there
are loads of people worse than me!” As if in response Chad’s mind was assaulted by Conner’s thoughts which
began replacing his own. Knowledge of how to warm up his voice, how to sing, how to write began filling his
head as how to roll a joint, how to have sex and how to party hard was pushed out. Chad could only watch as
he was slowly turned into the boy he once hated from the inside out. He ran to the door but as he tried to
turn the handle his hands began shrinking, becoming petite, softer. The course hairs vanished and the sausage
like appendages became more lean and nimble. His hands continued to shrink until they matched the 16 year
old’s perfectly. The fingers moved on their own, twitching and feeling and Chad found he no longer had any
control over them.
“Like having my hands? Hmmm, now what should be next? I know! I’ll let you pick, arms or legs?”
“Fuck you! Get out of my head you mother… what the heck? Why can’t I freaking curse?”
“Because cursing is bad, stop trying to sound cool. Now, arms or legs? Better say one or I’ll call up your
friends right now and tell all about how you want to change your life and theirs…”
“Fine legs!” Conner didn’t respond he just went right to work. It was almost as if a vacuum had been taken
to his legs. They were thick but not truly muscular; most of it was flab from his lazy habits. That all
started to vanish as his legs rapidly slimmed down and shortened. Soon he was left with hairy sticks, but not
for long as they began acquiring Conner’s tone. The calves jutted out just enough and even his thighs
developed nicely. Before they were quite pale from sitting around on the couch all day but they tanned and
the mess of hairs vanished to be replaced by a less dense coating of golden blond ones. His legs were nothing
to write home about but looked more like a track runners or at the very least a very active runner.
Chad heard a childish laughter in his head. “You look funny like that, go look in the mirror!” Chad had no
chance, his body automatically walked to the mirror where his torn jeans were falling off of him revealing his
legs. His legs were nice but compared to the rest of his oversized body he looked ridiculous with little legs
and small hands. Those same hands began undressing him against his wishes causing him to blush as his
shrunken equipment was revealed along with his slight beer/pot gut and hair pecs. “Well time to change some
more stuff.” Chad shuddered as he felt Conner’s presence focus in his chest, erasing his belly completely and
shrinking it into a tan, smooth 6 pack. His small hands felt it in amazement, the tone was remarkable for
someone his age. No, he can’t be thinking like this, he can’t be enjoying this. Somehow he’d find a way to
get his body back from Conner! “No you won’t, go on say how old you are!” Chad tried to focus and take
control.
“I’m 16!” He said jubilantly, sounding exactly like Conner usually did, just deeper. He choked, horrified by
what was happening to him and how powerless he was. But Conner just laughed inside him and continued playing
around inside his mind, stripping him of his love for weed and partying and actually forcing him to grudgingly
accept and enjoy what was happening to him. Chad was starting to feel bad about all the lives he had ruined,
including his own. If only he had a second chance to show people the right way to live. Distracted by his
changing thoughts Chad didn’t notice the last dark hairs vanishing, leaving his tan chest completely smooth,
his pecs now firm if not as large as before.
“So Conner what do you like to do?” Chad growled at the question.
“Smoke pot!”
“Wrong.” Chad clutched his ears as they poked out a little more from the side of head like Conner’s did. His
greasy hair cleaned itself and lightened to blond, starting to curl into Conner’s trademarked locks. “What do
you like to do, Conner?”
“Drink and have sex!” Chad cried out in agony this time as his nose pushed in, becoming small and round. His
cheek bones rose up and he gained a slight, permanent redness to his cheeks. His eyes glowed bright blue and
emptied of everything but sheer joy and optimism.
“I like to sing!” He said happily. Conner didn’t even force it, his mind was almost gone. Even as he hated
himself for saying that he knew it was true. His arms were starting to match his legs now, with but a soft
coating of golden blond hair and teenage tone. He dropped a few more inches in height as his shoulders
contracted and his frame reduced. He would no longer be intimidating anyone. His feet shrank several sizes,
until everything was almost exactly Conner. His face went through a few final changes as everything was
cleaned up, brightened and perfected. All traces of smoking and drinking were purged.
“Now, class is almost over Conner go to your locker and put on your clothes.” Chad tried to resist but his
bare feet moved against him towards Conner’s locker which he unlocked instinctively. First he took out his
plain, small underwear and loathing every second of it, found himself sliding it up his legs. The touch was
corrosive as if the contact was disintegrating more of what little was left of him. By the time it was pulled
into place he was gasping for breath.
“Next the cargo shorts.” Chad struggled, but not as much, part of him already resigned. The cargo shorts
slid up faster and went right into place. They were bright white with grey designs. He was careful to put
the belt on and tighten it so he looked neat. He pulled out his wallet and instead of drug money found only a
driver’s license with his new face on it and some pictures of him with his friends at the local youth group.
He barely resisted as Conner forced his small feet into the little preppy sandals but as each toe reached the
end another piece of him died and he felt himself teetering on the edge. He just waited as the light blue
Aero shirt was lowered over his fit chest and then fit into place.
“Perfect, all done!” The boy smiled, no trace of Chad remained in him at all. Chad was the dead one now. He
quickly left for the band room to meet up with Ian, they still had a drummer to find after all! He left the
locker room with his signature smile in place, almost skipping to meet up with his band mates and spread his
joy.