You decide that you want to get rid of this annoying balding problem as soon as possible. You feel pretty good otherwise, and this guy is so hot you really don't care what else you end up swapping. Turning towards your rented locker, you slide the ring out of your nylon athletic shorts, sliding it onto the finger. You twist it into place and focus. You keep the attractive man in mind, and then kiss the ring. Very suddenly, you feel weight on the top of your head. You quickly raise a hand to your scalp and feel long strands of hair, wet with sweat and product. If it looks like it did on the athletic man, it's kind of a modern hockey haircut. Maybe a little outside your usual style, but you're excited to see how you look with the effortlessly flowing locks. You're practically bouncing with excitement. This is more like it!
You give a surreptitious glance in the athletic man's direction. He was rummaging through his locker, and hadn't noticed any changes. Thankfully, someone is hauling their gym bag out of the locker room, leaving you and the man alone together. If he notices, you don't want to cause a scene. You collect the few possessions you brought with you, and turn to leave when the man lets out a loud holler. "My hair!" He's frantically looking at the ground, assuming it's fallen somehow. His head only sports a short horseshoe of hair now, making him instantly appear a decade older. His bald crown shines faintly in the fluorescent lights. As soon as you can register this scene, he is shouting again. "My legs!!!!" In your relief and eagerness to leave, you had forgotten to check for another change. You look at the man's legs, which are now utterly without definition. Not fat or skinny, just average. It creates quite a contrast. The rest of his body is so toned and beautiful; then there are your old legs. You can't help but help but grin as you look down in hot anticipation.
Your legs are extremely toned now, each muscle group individually visible due to the bulging mass. The athletic man wasn't a bodybuilder like Eric. Whereas your massive arms threatened brute force, your legs were tools of precision and performance. Your thighs were stretching the springy fabric of your shorts; not straining them, but filling them out completely. You bend your legs curiously, feeling the effortlessly springy power in your knees. Your reverie is drawn to a halt when the man seems to have noticed you. And it looks like he noticed your borrowed features too. With recognition and panic in his eyes, the man's loud voice once more penetrates the room. "Demon," he yells, then decides on something more universal. "Thief!!!"
You don't waste any time bursting out of the door. The man starts to chase after you, even after you leave the gym. But thanks to your new legs, you easily lose him. You run and run, and when you finally turn around many blocks later, you've lost him. Well, scratch that gym off the list. But you don't mind. You got what you came for. The only question is what to do now. You really want to get in front of a mirror and take a better look at yourself. There's also the magic shop where you got the ring. Maybe it would be a good idea to see what else they have; after all, your first purchase has turned out to be great. Or maybe this would be a good chance to put yourself on display, and enjoy a little attention. Maybe you could find someone to appreciate this new body in private.
You eventually decide...