Mark Martinez

Mark Martinez is a young and good-looking guy that you don't find everywhere. He is 25 years old and 185 cm tall, well trained and handsome. He has dark eyes and brown hair to match his slightly tanned skin.

He is also a successful Formula 1 driver.

Mark is sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast when the doorbell rings. After taking another sip of his coffee, he goes to the door to see who is there. It is the letter carrier, he has a parcel for him. Astonished, Mark accepts the parcel, he can't remember ordering anything and it can't be for his girlfriend either, as it's addressed to him. The letter carrier quickly disappears again.

Mark sits back down at the kitchen table and starts to open the parcel. When he opens the lid of the box, the first thing he sees is lots of pink wrapping paper. He removes the first few layers of paper to reveal a card.

In curved letters, the card reads.

“Your new racing gloves”

Mark wonders why his crew don't just give it to him later at the race. But when he removes another layer of the paper, he realizes. His supposedly new racing gloves are made of pink silk with ruffles on the edges and a white bow on the back of the hand. His crew must have had a little joke. He takes the gloves out of the box to take a closer look at them. As Mark holds them in his hand, the thought occurs to him why he shouldn't try them on just for fun.

The gloves feel incredibly soft on his skin, if they weren't pink and frilly he would actually wear them, maybe he should show them to his people and order some made of the same material. After wearing the gloves for a few minutes, Mark wanted to take them off again, but he couldn't.

“What the fuck is this?” Mark shouts.

He tries with all his might to take the gloves off but they seem to have grown on. He quickly goes to the kitchen to get a pair of scissors and quickly finds them. He puts the scissors to the edge and tries to cut into them but the glove won't budge. He tries again with a knife but this doesn't damage the gloves either.

Frustrated, Mark sits back down at the kitchen table and wants to take a sip of coffee.

But when he touches the cup, it changes. The green cup has become a glass feeding bottle with a large penis on it instead of the usual mouthpiece.

“Shit, what's going on here?” Mark screams in panic and jumps up from the table. Startled, he backed away even further. What the hell was going on here Mark wonders. He looks down at his gloved hands, was it the gloves?

Mark calmed down a little and thought about what it all meant. Without thinking about it, he ran his fingers through his hair. As soon as he touched them, they became longer and longer until they almost reached his bottom. Panic overcomes him again and he quickly runs to a mirror. His short, shorn hair has now sprouted into a veritable sea of hair that spills over his shoulders in curls.

“This can't be true, what's happening here”

“Hi darling, I'm back”.

Maria, his girlfriend, had come back from her morning stroll. He quickly went out of the bathroom to see her.