A flash of light from the computer screen made Bobby blink.
*Bobby?* he thought. *But isn't my name... Michael?*
He was puzzled for a moment, then he realized it... The Chronivac, while altering reality, at the same time was giving him a whole set of memories, fitting his new temporary existence, but leaving intact the memories of his original life, in order to not let him get confused.
But was the reality actually changing, the teen wondered, looking around.
And he realized the room was getting smaller… no no no, wait, it was HIM who was getting bigger! His height was rapidly increasing, and his body became more toned… then the muscles came as his once thin, unathletic body began to fill out with athletic. Suddenly the changes picked up as his stomach shifted to show a well defined six-pack, and his pecs became stronger and well shaped. Amazed, he saw his biceps grow until they were bulging, and felt an incredible wave of strength flow through them. He went to look himself in his wardrobe looking-glass, and saw his face re-shaping itself into an impossibly handsome one, his eyes and hair changing color. He smiled widely, and could admire his now perfecly white shining teeth. He caressed his own face, feeling with delight how smooth and flawless his complexion had gotten.
Beside that, his cheap clothes were transforming as well: his blue Polo shirt turned into a white tank top, and his shorts into a pair or wide and long red workout pants, tied at the waist by a black sash… They actually were made for martial arts, and had Japanese characters printed on both sides. He noticed that his white socks were now Japanese-style, with a split toe, like the ones Ninjas wear in movies… well, it fitted his role as a martial artist in that new reality!
Then, when Bobby/Michael glanced around again, he could see the whole room enlarging itself, while the furniture completely changed, now being definitely luxurious, although not gaudy; even the computer turned into a newest and more expensive model.
The young man also noticed a big amount of sport stuff appearing all around, including martial arts tools, and a heavy bag hanging from the ceiling; a pair of very worn-out boxing gloves had been casually tossed onto a chair.
A shelf was on a corner, it was filled with sport trophies, mostly for football, but many others were for different sports and several for martial arts.
Many framed photos popped out on the expanding walls, showing MICHAEL in various sport outfits.
He gasped in shock, noticing three weapon racks, one with various types of firearms, another with swords, half of which were katanas, and the third with many different Ninja weapons.
There were three shelves of books as well, alongside with hand-made electronic gadgets, several musical instruments and a desk filled with painting stuff.
Walking to the window, Michael gasped, seeing the whole town changing, while new buildings appeared out of nowhere; he then realized he was moving upward, since the small home where he lived with his family was turning into a large mansion, surrounded by a garden, and his room was on the second floor.
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And when the changes were completed, Michael Stanton smiled even more widely than earlier.