"...stud," continued the voice. "Alteration pattern partly determined by brain scan."
Brett visibly relaxed after hearing that, as the humming from the box increased somewhat in volume.
Just as Cindy had, he began to change. His baggy orange jumpsuit was becoming less baggy and he grew a few inches taller. Acne and razor burn faded from his face as it was hit with a few subtle changes including a more square jawline and less bushy eyebrows. The hair on his scalp even seemed to become less greasy and somehow alter itself to look as if it had just been professionally styled.
The humming of the machine quieted, and then the voice said, "Clothing now being transformed."
The orange jumpsuit altered itself, and soon Brett was clad in only a black tank top, shorts, and sandals, allowing everyone to see his newly tanned body with its enlarged, well-defined muscles.
As the metal cap retracted, Jay said, "Aw, man, that's messed up! Do you know how much I had to work out to look like this?"
Dr. Wills put out an arm to help Brett stand up, but he sat there and said, "Oh, my God! I can't see!"
Rae suggested, "Uh, try taking off your glasses?"
Brett reached up and took off his thick metal-rimmed glasses, blinked, and promptly proclaimed, "Holy shit!"
"Okay, Doc, you gotta let me go next," said Jay. "If that skinny white boy came out looking that good, imagine what it's gonna do to me."
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