When Sean woke, he found himself in an unfamiliar place. It was a locker room, or, more appropriately, the school's football locker room. Sean's head was foggy, and he dizzily got to his feet from the bench he was on. How much had he drunk last night? Wait, he thought, I don't drink. My parent's would kill me. Sean shook his head and made for the door. He always tried to avoid physical activity, and putting himself in the center of the physical, testosterone frenzy that was football was last on Sean's list of favorite activities.
As he passed the mirror, Sean caught somethong strange out of thecorner of his eye. Looking back, Sean saw a terrifying sight. No longer was Sean the average looking, bookish college student with almost no muscle that always dressed in sweater vests or polos and whose curly brown hair always dangled in front of his eyes. Instead, a tall, well-muscled footall player with a handsome angular face and a slight beer belly greeted him. Sean ran a meaty hand through his new blonde buzzcut as he surveyed his new body. He had always been a bit on the hairier side, but this new body way clean shaven with a bit of stubble on the face. Piercing blue eyes, much unlike the brown ones he was familiar with, traced the heavy pectorals and broad shoulders. Sean began to feel a stirring in the jockstrap he found himself in when suddenly the door to the locker room burst open.