Dave took the basketball jersey from Calcin, and started to inspect it. It was large sized, and appeared to be from the Los Angeles
Lakers NBA team. It was yellow, with purple down the sides, and a little Adidas logo on the right front, and the NBA one on the left. The
number 16 was on the back, Dave's favorite number, and above that was Smith, Dave's last name. Dave shrugged that off as a
coincidence.
"Um.. Calvin," said Dave, "I don't know the first thing about basketball. Are you sure this is right for me?"
"Oh, absolutely!" replied Calvin, chipper and cheerfully. "Hey, you can't knock it until you try it! I'll step out so you can change." Calvin
was on his way out before Dave got a chance to object.
After the door clicked, leaving Dave alone, he sighed. "Well, I have nothing to lose." he said, taking off his white t-shirt. He looked at his
chest in the mirror. He was skinny and undefined, with little body hair to speak of, other than on his underarms.
With nothing to lose, Dave pulled the basketball jersey over his body. After pulling it over his head rather easily, he looked in the mirror.
Apparently NBA large wasn't the same as regular large, the jersey looked huge on Dave, being very baggy. "So much for absolutely.."
mumbled Dave, as he grabbed the armhole to take off the shirt, but when he grabbed the armhole, he felt a zap throughout his body.
The zap felt mostly like a weak volt of electricity, but it felt stronger under his clothes. He looked down to his shorts, where it felt the
strongest. The brown shorts changing to a yellow color, while purple stripes raced down the sides. He put his hand on his left knee, and
felt the cotton material shift from a soft feeling to the comfortable feel of polyester mesh. The pockets became smaller and smaller until
they weren't there anymore, and the zipper faded from existance.
The stronger zap also went down to Dave's feet, under his shoes and socks. Dave's socks changed color from white to black, and
decreased in length, becoming athletic ankle socks. A white Nike logo stitched itself just below the tops of the new socks. Dave's
trainers turned black and became of hugher quality. The Nike logo appeared on the sides of them, sporting the colors of Dave's jersey
and basketball shorts.
Dave was freaking out. It wasn't everyday he went to a new store and had strange, impossible things happen to him in a change room.
He felt he musr be hallucinating. "Calvin!" he called out, but there was no response. So much for hospitality. He went to the door to
open it, but the knob seized as he was about to turn it, it was locked.
Dave felt another zap go through him, this time it was strongest at his head. His sense of panic was muted as he felt a heat in his head,
and turned to the mirror. His hair was changing. It was becoming darker, not black, but a shade of brown that was very close to it. The
waviness of it started to alter, as it started to curl upwards slightly. The hairs started to retract in length, coming back into Dave's scalp.
Dave watched, not really aware of his ongoing changes, as his hair shortened to about an inch in length.
Under the hair, Dave's scalp felt warm. The skin was becoming a darker color, a black man's tone. The darker skin tone started to go
down his head from the scalp down, going on his forehead next. As it crept down his face, features changed to support Dave's new skin
color. His nose became wider, and his face became more round shaped. The absent look on Dave's face became more of a cocky
smirk.
As the black tone went down Dave's body, he began to fill out his clothes. It went down Dave's chest, and two slabs of muscle filled out
the jersey quite nicely. Dave's arms began to form, becoming musclar and macho, and his hands grew in size, becoming meaty paws.
The darkness continued to go through Dave, as his legs filled our with muscle. Small, course, black hairs adorned his legs. His feet grew
in length and size, his socks and shoes adjusting, settling on a size 16.
Dave regained his senses, looking at the muscular, proud, negro in front of him. "Calvin!" he called out in a deep, manly bellow.