As the magician gulped down the flask, brom begins to become more intrigued by his words, almost sleepy in a way. "You there young sir! How about you come up here and help me with my next trick?" He knew it was just another stupid magic trick, but somehow his voice was so seductive he couldn't resist. "I really ain't much of a helper?" He said with a look of bewilderment how he made it on the stage. The magician just smiled saying "don't worry big fella! This trick is pretty easy! You like football don't you?" Brom thought a minute and said "yes sir, defensive back for my team here in college, coach says I gotta get a little better with tackle though." He almost hung his head down in shame. The magician laughed and chortled "I'll help you out with that, no worries! Now would you step over here and get into a football stance?" Brom gladly moved over to the center stage, getting into position and bending down a little, his ass up and his head facing forward for a tackle. Suddenly there was a weird feeling over him, as the magician waved his hand.
At first it felt like He was wearing his uniform, and looking at his gloved hands he realized it had! He was suppose to be surprised but all he could do was say "this feels weird, what's happening?" The magician came close to him, patting him on the helmet, and said "it'll be fine! Now keep that stance like a good player, don't want to make your coach mad!" And waved his hand again. This time brom's skin took on a blue tint, as did his uniform. "I feel so stuffed, how are you doing this?" The magician looked at the crowd and said theatrically "with magic dear boy! But don't worry you'll be just fine! Now stand up and look with a grimace would you?" Brom abliged, looking like a smurf on steriods. The crowd awed over the over muscled blue football player in front of them. It looked like a human, but he was a royal blue color from head to toe, his helmet and grill looking like it was part of him. He tried to take off the helmet with his gloved hands and found it was stuck. "My helmet is on to tight, it's stuck?" Brom looked strangely at the magician who responded "of course it is silly! That's part of your head now!" Brom just shrugged and said "can't wait to see what I become, hope coach is happy?" The magician waved his hand again and where brom stood was now a blue dummy, looking like it was in position to tackle like before. As everyone marveled and clapped, some audience members could swear it looked just like brom. Brom just stood there still, waiting to be used like a good dummy.