You decide that it's probably not a good idea to head back to the same gym. If Eric is there, he's going to put two and two together if he sees you with huge muscles. You saw him a couple weeks ago and there's no way you can explain these gains. You flex a little, feeling the strength in your arms. You've already decided you want to borrow these bad boys for a while anyways. Before leaving, you put the ring on and close your hand around it.
The next closest gym is a mile or two from your house. You walk over, enjoying the looks you get. You wore a wifebeater today, so your arms are on full display. You wanted to show off your arms, and besides, you'd tear the sleeves on any of your other shirts. Less prominent is your hair. You put on an old ballcap to hide your thinning hair. That would probably be the first thing you fixed today. No, definitely. The stiff fabric in your hat is scratching on your bare scalp and it feels annoying.
You head up to the front counter, and pay the visitor fee. The clerk politely mentions that they have a lot of great treadmills, bikes, leg press machines... the implication is obvious. You know it must be quite a contrast, your huge arms only making your scant definition even less pronounced. You mumble some kind of agreement and head into the main area. You put your arms to work, seeing what you can bench press. You get lots of looks while you do it, but probably because you're so top-heavy. You're struggling with the machine as you add weight, thinking that if you had more chest muscles, this would be easier. Sure, your arms are pretty strong, but you can't lift as much as Eric because you're not buff everywhere else. You're a little frustrated, and head to the locker room to cool down. Maybe take a shower.
You go inside, and it's pretty empty. You look at the clock. It's 8AM, still early, and most people are sleeping or on their way to work. There are a few guys in towels and various states of undress. You see one guy in particular who catches your eye. He's got an athletic build, but completely different from what Eric looks like... well, looked like yesterday. He's probably a swimmer or a runner. He's thin, but with toned muscles. He's not wearing a towel and you can see his bare ass, firm and round. He's probably in his early 30s, maybe even 30 exactly. You try not to stare but he catches your eye, his eyebrow raised in confusion. He's pretty striking. Even as you look away, you're thinking about his sculpted face, his features like a Greek statue. His hair was slicked back, wet and dark. Even as you notice this, you feel the locker room air conditioning on your head. Noted. You had also caught a glance of his abs, a six pack that was tautly defined on his tummy as he turned. He's sliding on his boxer shorts, back to you, and you're touching the ring instinctively. You know you want to swap with this guy.