Now on the couch with his loving parents around him, with water, came to him as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Mom, Dad?" Clark asked faintly.
"Yes, honey, we are here." Martha said as she almost began to cry.
About an hour later he woke up again and now had enough strength to talk more. He sat up from his couch position.
"Honey! Get in here! Clark is awake!" Clark's mother yelled for his father to come into the room.
He dashed to Clark's side. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine dad." Clark said as he tried to get up from the couch unsuccessfully.
"We need to talk about what is happening to you!" Martha said quickly. "Before he passes out again! She added.
His father bent down near Clark...
"Ok... Son, what were you doing when this happened? He asked.
"I was laying on my bed..." Clark declared.
"This happened earlier today right?" Martha added.
"Yeah, mom... it did," Clark answered as he rubbed his head.
"Were you doing anything special at the school?" Clark's father asked.
"I was just about to open the door handle and then the pain came."
"Huh... Where you, thinking anything, or doing anything, special?" Clark's mother asked concerned.
Clark had to think about it for a while. He couldn't think of anything to the contrary. It was just a bunch of normal things he does everyday. He thought about it a little longer and shook his head to, "no."
"Nothing?" Clark's father asked.
"Well, I was thinking about Lana." Clark said embarrassed.
"Well, son I don't think..." Clark's father started to say, and Martha cut him off in mid sentence.
"Wait... Clark, you said your arm looked like it was changing right?" Martha asked almost like she was on to something.
"Yeah?" Clark said skeptical.
"Well, were you thinking of Lana when you were going to your next class?" Martha asked intently.
"I guess I was... Actually, yeah, I was..." Clark said trying to find out what his mom was up to.
"Well, if you were thinking of Lana both times, then she has to be a connection to this!" Martha said loudly.
"Martha, how could she be involved? She's just a girl?" Clark's father asked.
"Well, we have nothing else to go on, and besides this was the only thing he was doing both places!" Martha said in protest. "What was your hand doing anyway?" She asked.
"It looked to me like it was getting smaller..." Clark answered.
Martha looked puzzled... She was in deep thought. With her hands crossed and slightly looking up at the ceiling, she slowly brought her head down looking shocked at her own discovery...
"What!" Clark and his father yelled at the same time at Martha.
"This is going to sound stupid, but it's all I got... You were turning or umm... I guess transforming you could say, into Lana..." Martha said with a confident face with one hand on her chine.
Clark and his father looked more puzzled then ever. Clark and his father were looking at Martha and then each other.
"WHAT?" They both yelled...
"I know... I know... It might sound weird. It just seems to fit in with it. You were thinking of her intently right?" Martha asked Clark while looking deep into his eyes.
Clark looked worried that something weird was going to happen to him...
"I guess...I always think intently about Lana thought... I don't think I would be changing into her!" He said in protest.
"Huh? Ok... Think of Pete! Really think of him... All your brain cells must be devoted to him in thought. Just try it!" Martha said to Clark trying to prove something.
At first Clark just kept looking at his mother with a weird expression. The father finally jumped up from his crouched position next to the couch.
"Martha! I don't think this will solve anything!" He said concerned.
"I thought it would be best for Clark, to think of some one other then Lana... It might be harder to change into a girl then a boy wouldn't it? It's just a theory... If nothing happens then we can rule it out!" Martha stated in a loud voice.
Clark sat on the couch with both hands folded. He was staring off into the distance. Not talking or even making eye contact with anyone. The room was in complete silence. Clark gave a sudden jolt. His skin color very slowly started to change? It was going from white to a kind of brown. He looked really weird. With more thought and time his face started to change. The parents were on the other side of the room with amazed expressions on their faces... After many minuets, Clark more and more changed. His father came in front of his face.
"Son?" He asked. "I think you better stop now."
Clark broke out of his trance. Looking up at his father. He still looked different. Martha brought a mirror to Clark. Holding it in his hand he slowly raised it up at his face. He looked completely different!
"What the... Clark whispered.
"Yeah, I no!" Clark's mother said.
"So... You have the ability to change into anyone you want. With some practice you could easily control it..." The father said.
"Dad... This is what happened to that one girl... She could change into anyone she wanted! It didn't work out for her? Why do you think it would do good in my hands?" Clark asked.
"Son, you aren't run by hat or jealousy. That one girl that went to your school was... You are different, and now have a new power...
Clark looked into the mirror again. He looked more and more like Pete...
"This is going to take some getting use to!" Clark said with a giggle. "How do I change back?" He asked.
"I don't know son... Stop thinking of Pete maybe that will do the trick?" Martha said.
"I guess it's worth giving it a shot!" Clark said with a smile.
In just a couple seconds he was back to normal. It seemed to him that it took a lot more strength to look like someone else then it did to turn back...
"Mom, Dad?" Clark asked faintly.
"Yes, honey, we are here." Martha said as she almost began to cry.
About an hour later he woke up again and now had enough strength to talk more. He sat up from his couch position.
"Honey! Get in here! Clark is awake!" Clark's mother yelled for his father to come into the room.
He dashed to Clark's side. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine dad." Clark said as he tried to get up from the couch unsuccessfully.
"We need to talk about what is happening to you!" Martha said quickly. "Before he passes out again! She added.
His father bent down near Clark...
"Ok... Son, what were you doing when this happened? He asked.
"I was laying on my bed..." Clark declared.
"This happened earlier today right?" Martha added.
"Yeah, mom... it did," Clark answered as he rubbed his head.
"Were you doing anything special at the school?" Clark's father asked.
"I was just about to open the door handle and then the pain came."
"Huh... Where you, thinking anything, or doing anything, special?" Clark's mother asked concerned.
Clark had to think about it for a while. He couldn't think of anything to the contrary. It was just a bunch of normal things he does everyday. He thought about it a little longer and shook his head to, "no."
"Nothing?" Clark's father asked.
"Well, I was thinking about Lana." Clark said embarrassed.
"Well, son I don't think..." Clark's father started to say, and Martha cut him off in mid sentence.
"Wait... Clark, you said your arm looked like it was changing right?" Martha asked almost like she was on to something.
"Yeah?" Clark said skeptical.
"Well, were you thinking of Lana when you were going to your next class?" Martha asked intently.
"I guess I was... Actually, yeah, I was..." Clark said trying to find out what his mom was up to.
"Well, if you were thinking of Lana both times, then she has to be a connection to this!" Martha said loudly.
"Martha, how could she be involved? She's just a girl?" Clark's father asked.
"Well, we have nothing else to go on, and besides this was the only thing he was doing both places!" Martha said in protest. "What was your hand doing anyway?" She asked.
"It looked to me like it was getting smaller..." Clark answered.
Martha looked puzzled... She was in deep thought. With her hands crossed and slightly looking up at the ceiling, she slowly brought her head down looking shocked at her own discovery...
"What!" Clark and his father yelled at the same time at Martha.
"This is going to sound stupid, but it's all I got... You were turning or umm... I guess transforming you could say, into Lana..." Martha said with a confident face with one hand on her chine.
Clark and his father looked more puzzled then ever. Clark and his father were looking at Martha and then each other.
"WHAT?" They both yelled...
"I know... I know... It might sound weird. It just seems to fit in with it. You were thinking of her intently right?" Martha asked Clark while looking deep into his eyes.
Clark looked worried that something weird was going to happen to him...
"I guess...I always think intently about Lana thought... I don't think I would be changing into her!" He said in protest.
"Huh? Ok... Think of Pete! Really think of him... All your brain cells must be devoted to him in thought. Just try it!" Martha said to Clark trying to prove something.
At first Clark just kept looking at his mother with a weird expression. The father finally jumped up from his crouched position next to the couch.
"Martha! I don't think this will solve anything!" He said concerned.
"I thought it would be best for Clark, to think of some one other then Lana... It might be harder to change into a girl then a boy wouldn't it? It's just a theory... If nothing happens then we can rule it out!" Martha stated in a loud voice.
Clark sat on the couch with both hands folded. He was staring off into the distance. Not talking or even making eye contact with anyone. The room was in complete silence. Clark gave a sudden jolt. His skin color very slowly started to change? It was going from white to a kind of brown. He looked really weird. With more thought and time his face started to change. The parents were on the other side of the room with amazed expressions on their faces... After many minuets, Clark more and more changed. His father came in front of his face.
"Son?" He asked. "I think you better stop now."
Clark broke out of his trance. Looking up at his father. He still looked different. Martha brought a mirror to Clark. Holding it in his hand he slowly raised it up at his face. He looked completely different!
"What the... Clark whispered.
"Yeah, I no!" Clark's mother said.
"So... You have the ability to change into anyone you want. With some practice you could easily control it..." The father said.
"Dad... This is what happened to that one girl... She could change into anyone she wanted! It didn't work out for her? Why do you think it would do good in my hands?" Clark asked.
"Son, you aren't run by hat or jealousy. That one girl that went to your school was... You are different, and now have a new power...
Clark looked into the mirror again. He looked more and more like Pete...
"This is going to take some getting use to!" Clark said with a giggle. "How do I change back?" He asked.
"I don't know son... Stop thinking of Pete maybe that will do the trick?" Martha said.
"I guess it's worth giving it a shot!" Clark said with a smile.
In just a couple seconds he was back to normal. It seemed to him that it took a lot more strength to look like someone else then it did to turn back...