After he closed his door and turned around he did a double take. Something was extremely wrong in this room or rather nothing was right.
All the shelfs with his books where gone. His large workbench with his school works and several computers had shrunken down to some small table with a neat laptop. Nearly everything personal was gone and replaced by this "sport stuff".
He saw some weights lying in front of his bed. Well the bed cause it reminded him in no way of his old bed. He had folded the sheets neatly like his mother taught him to do before living the house. But this bed was a whole mess up. Like some just living it this way after getting up and never ever concerning about making it up.
After glancing more around he spotted some football gear. A Helmet, the pads, and of course a football lying on the floor just as someone dropped them of. Well and he just noted that not all shelfs where gone. There was one on the right with a whole bunch of trophys on it. But he couldn't read the inscriptions from his place at the door.
He was not surprised as he found the closet open with much clothing tossed on the floor in front of it. It looks like an cargo of abercrombie and fitch clothings exploded in his closet.
As Gene finally started to move again he slowly wanders around the room to explore it more precisely. The trophies on the shelf had his engraved. One says "MVP 2003". Was he having some late reactions from that mist? he asked himself as he was wandering in direction of the closed. Was he didn't mentioned before was the full body length mirror standing near by it. And as he looked in it he gasped again.
Watching back from that mirror was a good looking jock. Well more of a confused looking jock. As Gene raised his hand to cover his open mouth the jock in the mirror did the same. And as Gene saw the biceps swell he could felt a tightens in his right arm. And those stubble on the upper lip of the jock could be felt as he touched his face.
As he looked down on his own body his view was blocked by pecs. His pecs. He involuntary flexed them and they easily responded. "Gosh i have pecs" he realized. "I'm that jock in the mirror". Genes mind runs wild. How could this happen? And suddenly everything falls into place. He had lightheartedly granted his mothers wish not expecting anything to happen. But it seems that he really has cosmic powers and so there was standing a new gene in front of this mirror. A Gene with fine looking muscles which nobody tried to challenge.
A smile grew in his face. Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all.