“I can’t get him to wake up! He’s groaning like crazy and his voice is different - like it’s finally broken or something. He’s grown all over - I mean he looks so muscular now, and hairy"
I couldn't stop grinning to myself. That's my boy! Best to ease Daphne in gently though, I thought to myself.
"Fuck, Daph. That doesn't sound like Lyle, at all".
It was true. I don't know what it was but even though Daphne an I met after I'd already turned myself into some kind of super stud, it was like she'd given birth to the son of the old me. Lyle was not only small and weak but he was also timid and shy. I'd always known that as soon as he turned 16 I'd give him a dose of the same medication that transformed my life forever.
"Bryan, I don't recognise our own son anymore. It's really freaking me out. You need to come over."
"I'm there, ok. Give me five."
She didn't know that I'd been driving around her neighbourhood all day just waiting for her call.