Power

John was never a popular kid in school. He wasn't athletic and he didn't have any outstanding talents. Even his grades were mediocre at best. John lived in a regular suburban area with his 40 year old mother and his 46 year old dad.

John was at best 5'6. Not very tall for a senior at high school. He had chocolate brown hair, the same as his parents, no muscle and even less charm. His father wasn't much better. John's father had put on quite the stomach over the years and now sported a thick beer belly and was quickly losing his hair. His mother on the other hand had held up fairly well.

At 5'5 the inshape brunette took it upon herself to make sure she looked good. That meant regular stops to the gym and saloon. John's mom had 36C breasts, which were surprisingly still perky, even with her age, and a slim waist. How his father had ever gotten his mother was beyond him.

The whole day you have been feeling kind of ill. You had nagging headache from the moment you woke up and no matter how much Aspirin you took it wouldn't go away. What made it worst was now that school was over that meant Mark, the schooly bully, was going to come looking for you, and today he wasted no time in finding you.

"Hey there faggot, where do you think you're going?!" Mark asked in a mocking tone.

Mark was everything you wanted to be. Tall, muscular, good looking; he never had any trouble picking up girls or just having a plain good time. Life was just that much easier for him. Today you really didn't want to have to deal with him, especially not with the day you've been having.

"Mark, why don't you just leave me alone," You yell hopelessly. You watch as Mark's eyes slowly glaze over and her turns around and walks off in the other direction, his friends all watching him with confused expressions on their face.

That was weird you think, but I'm not about to stick around and watch him change his mind again.