Jake made his way to the locker room, as he reached the mirror outside he stopped and stared at his reflection. It was amazing, he looked the spitting image of "Matt", dark collar length hair, blue eyes, and that cheeky grim that let him get away with murder!
He had the whole package, broad shoulders, huge pecs that were fighting to break loose of his now tight tshirt. He moved his hand up to his abs, and felt "Matts" 6-pack, his hand felt lower and he found himself cupping his new and improved dick.
"Hey!", came a voice from behind him. "Huh?" mumbled Jake (in Matt's voice). It was Scott, Matt's best bud. "We need to get a move on Matt, we have only got a couple of minutes to get ready for wrestling practice. You know how coach can get bent out of shape if we are late!" said Scott. "Yeah, right" replied Jake.
They both went into the locker room. Jake found Matt's locker and opened it up, inside he found...