Slowly Jack wakes up, he opens his eyes and sees his room filthy, with trash, unfinished food, and unwashed cloths everywhere. Jack was confused for a moment on how his room was in this state but then remembered Kyle and his call "Wow I guess that curse was real, cool." he said and then he became confused again "Why am I so calm? Hell I'm actually happy, my room looks and smells like a pigsty, and yet I actually like it like this."
Jack decided to just ignore that little fact, if it ain't broke don't fix it. He got up went to his mirror, cleaned it up a bit, so he could see himself. He was naked toned, but not muscular, with no hair anywhere but his head. His hair was brown, and greasy, as if it had never been washed (which it hadn't) but beyond that it was well kept and stylish. His body was sticky and had a lot of grime on it, though you could see most of his white (not tan but not pale either) skin. Finally his ass, was nice and bubbly, and his cock big, at least 8'.
While the memory of the old world still remained, Jack started to remember his life in this reality, of all the slob lessons his fathers gave him, of all the fart and burping contests. Everything in your slob life entered your head, remembering your new world. Jack lets out a wet fart as he casually shits out a brown log of crap onto the floor and says "I'll never be able to thank you enough for this wonderful new *burp* world.