Look at this guy, being all confident and cocky. He is your typical stoner. Big tats and earrings, l

Look at this guy, being all confident and cocky. He is your typical stoner. Big tats and earrings, loads of piercings, baggy clothing and messy hair. He may look like he has control of his life but he is close to being expelled from school. His problem was that is focus lied on smoking and being lazy all day. He would skip school regularly which resulted in very bad grades. He actually tried to study one time but his mind was so slow he couldn’t even finish 2 pages of a textbook. Luckily, he found me. When I saw the desperate look on his face agreed to help him. He wouldn’t even listen to me when I told him it was irreversable. He was focused on getting his life sorted out. After signing a contract he asked me what de procedure was. I told him to just go home and things would change for the better automatically. When he walked out of the door I quickly snapped my fingers, and there we go. He was  becoming a different boy.When he came home he immediately went to his bedroom to look at himself in the mirror. He noticed nothing was changed and felt a little disappointed. That’s when things got weird. He suddenly dropped in height a few inches. Not that he was the biggest guy around but now he looked very very small. Any muscle he had disappeared from his body. I needed the tissue to make his brain functional again. His tats started to hurt and shift along his body. The one on his right arm reshaped into a digital watch and the rest vanished. His skin looked quite pale. The giant earrings he was wearing shrunk and crept up his ears. They reformed into a rather big pair of glasses, fixing his horrible eyesight. His beard completely vanished and the hairs on his head shortend and neatly fixed themselves. The messy look was gone and it now looked as if he had spent hours putting gel in his hair to make it sleek and look ‘nice’. Carefully watching his changes so far I figured I needed more tissue to expand his brain. There was one place left I could think of. The guy suddenly cupped his cock and balls with his hand. His eyes widened as he realised his junk started to shrink, a lot. Any pubic hair disappeared and the size of his manhood decreased until he was too ashamed to show it to anyone. Now that his physical properties were finished it was time to do something about that clothing. His tanktop started to shrink and turned bright white. The sleeves grew longer and in the middle of the formed shirt a tear appeared. A collar sprang up at the top and buttons appeared all the way down, which carefullen buttoned themselves. When the top one closed a black bowtie appeared. It tightend itself until it fit perfectly. The baggy pair of shorts he was wearing grew longer and tighter while on the other side a pair of socks started walking up his legs and stopped at his knees. The old dirty shoes he wore changed into black neat dress shoes. His pair of now brown pants stopped growing just above his ankle, creating a sea of white between his black dress shoes and his brown pants. Finally a black belt wrapped itself around his thigh, pulling up his pants, increasing the height of them. This new pair was constantly giving him a wedgie, and the new formed pair of tighty whities, covering his boyish dick, weren’t helping in relieving that. With wide eyes the boy looked at himself in the mirror. In just a few minutes he had transformed from the coolest guy around to the biggest nerd at school. He desperately tried to take off his clothes but they wouldn’t give in. It was as if they were stuck to his body. Taking off his glasses had no effect either, his eyesight was so bad he was blind without them. When he opened his wardrobe he was amazed to see that all of his former clothing had gone. There were only white dress shirts and brown or black pants left. Opening his underwear drawer he was greeted by a sea of white. There where only tighty whities and tube socks for him to wear. The boy was about to cry for help when his mind snapped. Suddenly all memories of his former life had vanished and replaced by new ones. His name was Gilbert. He was an A+ physics student. He still lived with his mother who still chose his underwear for him. He was fine with it, his briefs were very comfortable, and on top of that, he thought they made his dick look bigger… Als Gilbert didn’t care for love. He had his books and that was enough for him. He, however, sometimes, when his mom was away, masturbated thinking about the big jock that bullied him everyday. He wanted to hate him but fell terribly in love when doing so. Looking up from the drawer his room had finally changed too. Posters of bands and skaters had been replaced by science posters. A desk had appeared with his super expensive gaming pc on it. While looking around, absorbing his new life and forgetting his old one he remembered something. He had a big test in 3 days! Slightly panicking Gilbert grabbed his bag and books and hurried down. He quickly hugged his mom, straightend his bowtie and went out to the library. After all, he couldn’t live with himself if he scored anyhting lower than an A+… -- source link

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