“Haha, Yea, sweet game guys!”, Travis said as he entered his room. His teammates, Josh and Kyle, followed Travis into his room. Tonight, all three guys were excited and wanted to celebrate; they were on the varsity football team, and they had crushed their rival team tonight. Josh and Kyle each were carrying a large pizza they had picked up on the way home; all three liked to stuff themselves after a big game.
Travis was 18 years old, and a senior looking forward to graduation this year; after he graduated, no one could tell him what to do anymore. Travis looked the youngest out of the three; the only hair on his muscular body was his pubes and a rather thick bush of hair under his arms. Despite looking so young, his machismo attitude made up for it.
Josh was also 18 years old, but he was a Junior. He was held back a year in middle school. Josh uses this as a bragging point with his peers; I mean, only nerds want to be smart and stuff! Josh had a thick trail of brown hair leading up from his jockstrap that spread out all over his stomach. He had incredibly hairy forearms, but his chest was free of hair, other than a few stray nipple hairs.
Kyle was a 19 year old senior, but he looked like a full grown adult. Looking at him, one would assume he was at least 24 or 25 years old. He was built like a fire truck and as hairy as a sasquatch. His t-shirts always sported a thick tuft of thick chest hair poking out of the collar of his shirt. Even in the morning after he had shaved, his face still looked like he had dirt all over it from incredibly thick stubble. Kyle himself was kind of grossed out by body hair (especially his thick coating of hair), but the ladies loved it and always commented on it, so he refused to shave it.
Travis entered his room and stripped off his sweaty, smelly football gear. Josh and Kyle followed suit. Soon, all three were sitting there in just their boxers or jockstraps; this was a common ritual after games for the guys to do. Travis went to sit down on his bed when he spied a cardboard box sitting on his comforter. “No way, it’s finally here!”, Travis yelled. “What is it?”, Kyle asked. “Its called a chronivac; it’s a program that can physically change all sorts of things about yourself”, Travis replied while tearing through the paper.
All three boys huddled around the computer as the program loaded up. Josh suddenly got a bright idea of how to use the program; “Hey, we should make a game out of this; We could draw straws and then we could make the loser change in an embarrassing or weird way, kind of like a dare game!”. “Sounds fun, let’s do it”, said Kyle; Travis nodded his head in agreement.
Travis went downstairs and got 3 straws; short, medium, and long. He explained that whoever pulled the short straw would be the “victim” and whoever pulled the long straw got to decide the “punishment”. The person with the middle straw did nothing except watch. Travis held out his hand for Josh and Kyle to pick. “Okay, here we got”, Kyle said as they began to pick their straws…