Kyle was 19. He lived in New York City. He had just graduated last year, and was still trying to figure out what to do with his life. He was smart, at least above average, but not at all muscular.
Kyle was walking downtown, looking for something to do, when he saw a pile of dirty-looking clothes near a trash can in an alley. He hadn't ever seen this style of clothing, having only been around the state and to Europe, but he knew it was typical of a southern man. He walked over to them, and decided to try on the cowboy hat. It looked pretty weird on him, so he took it off, and kept walking. He was starting to feel a little sick, so he decided to go home. The more he walked, the harder it felt, as if he was getting heavier. He played it off as being sick and tired. He walked through into his apartment, and limped over to his couch. Lying down, he suddenly noticed why he had felt so much heavier. His muscles had expanded, and still were. His biceps grew out, looking as if he had spent years working on the farm. "Of course", he thought, before becoming incredibly confused. He had never even stepped foot on a farm, much less worked there. But the changes didn't stop. His slightly squishy stomach firmed up and deflated, hardening into a solid 6-pack. His thighs and calves ballooned, becoming much bigger, and much better for working the farm. His pecs grew like pumpkins in the fall, growing bigger and bigger with each passing moment. The biggest change, though, was his shoulders. They grew, and grew, and grew, outwards and outwards, until he had the biggest shoulders he had ever seen.
Kyle's hands became calloused and bigger, after years of working with the animals and the crops. His feet also exploded out of his shoes, growing from size 8 to size 14. His neck thickened, until it was just as wide as his head.
Kyle looked down. His shirt barely fit anymore, so he tried to take it off, but it got stuck on his shoulders. He was terrified by what was happening to him. His body had grown huge, and the changes didn't seem to be slowing down.
Kyle's jawline sharpened into a masterpiece, sharp enough to cut steel. His nose shrunk slightly, his eyes taking on kind of a permanent squint. his eyes pointed out a bit, accentuated by his hair shrinking into his head, and changing from a dirty blond to a light brown. Kyle felt foreign thoughts attacking his mind. Thoughts of growing up on the farm, in Alabama, thoughts of going to the gym with his buddies, thoughts of his beautiful girlfriend, thoughts of getting his tattoos, which had just appeared. These thoughts started to take over his old thoughts, turning him more and more southern.
"No-No, this isn't me I'm not southern I'm from New Y-Alabama y'all, and proud!" Austin said. He was visiting New York for a family party. His cousins were from New York, and although he much preferred the suburbs of Alabama, it would only be a few days. His whole extended family was there, his southern, Alabama family that he loved so much, and his New York Aunts, Uncles, and cousins, who he was excited to meet. Maybe he could even teach them a thing or two about life in the south.