You turn and your face buries itself in warm soft fabric. Your face is buried in a guy's crotch. You pull away and standup abruptly. The guy is laughing. It's your buddy Tom, not Paul's buddy.
You open your mouth. How do you explain what happened?
He speaks before you do.
"Okay, Paul, this sounds stupid to me, but I'll play along. Hell, for the money you paid me, I'll call you Blake, Bob or Dean Ambrose. Now I know you admire my buddy Blake, but he might be a bit put off that you are enchanting yourself to think that you are Blake. I get it, it builds instant camaraderie with your personal trainer, and the idea that if you can get in as good a shape as Blake, you will actually become Blake is really weird. But like I said, I'll be your personal trainer and play along. But first you gotta get suited up."
You sigh. If you tell him you're Blake, he'll believe it's part of this game. Paul thought of everything. You point at the empty locker, and say, "Somebody took my gear."
"Right. Great way to start the day. Did you tell anyone else you were going to make yourself think you are Blake?"
"I dunno, Tomster, I just don't know," You say.
"Hey, now that's not what Blake would say. He'd prolly say let's go pound whoever did it and get his clothes back. Or not knowing who took the gear, he'd go to the Lost and Found and make do with what's there," Tom said with a smile. But he muttered under his breath, "I saw Blake here earlier, but he wouldn't-" Tom shook his head and put his hand on your now scrawny shoulder, and guided you to the lost and found bin.
Most of the clothing was too big for your new body. Most of it reeked of sweat, and more. A few garments were torn. Tom held up a pair of nylon shorts with the seat torn open at the rear seam, he laughed, "Easy entry shorts."
You're not laughing. He stops laughing, and tosses them back in the bin. "Sorry, Pau- I mean, Blake."
He pulled out some intact gear, muttered a spell and they shifted in his hands. He hands them to you, saying, "How about this?"
It's the brand and style you wore when you had your own big muscled body. It's even labeled Blake, but it's all size extra small to fit Paul's body. You sniff them, they smell freshly washed. You dress, and follow Tom to the weight room.
You aren't sure how to get your body back, hey, you were a jock on an athletic scholarship to a Magic School, and while you were never really good at spells you had a natural resistance to most spells, which worked in your favor. Hm, until now. Maybe with Paul's body you could actually do real magic instead of the lame stuff you could with Blake's magical ground body.
You follow Tom's instructions, and try lifting weights. Damn, they're too heavy. Tom gives you some lighter weights to start with. How much did Paul pay Tom, he sure is spending a lot of time with Paul-er, you. Maybe he's part of this stunt. Shouldn't both of you be in classes, you glance at the clock.