Go big or go home you think. The ring's packaging said it can swap anything, you think, so why not see what it's like to be hot for a change? You can switch your whole bodies. Be Walker. You close your eyes and kiss the ring, feeling an electric shift in your body instantaneously. When your eyes pop open, you are shocked to see that the ring worked after all.
Can this really be happening? You look down at yourself and see a very different body stretching out before you. You jump up to examine yourself in the large wall mirror beside your bed, and trip over your too-short jeans, unable to move your legs properly. It's not just the jeans that tripped you, though. You're actually a little drunk. Although it seems strange, you suppose from the stale beer taste in your mouth that Walker's body came to you as-is. Interesting. A little morning-after buzz isn't a big sacrifice for this experience, though. Standing clumsily in the jeans, you look at yourself in the mirror. Walker stares back. "I drive the bitches crazy," you say in your best impression of your cousin, raising one golden eyebrow. It makes you laugh, and the sound that comes out only makes you laugh more. You're a perfect double. Your eyes drift downward, past your too-short t-shirt and towards your crotch. It feels kind of creepy to wonder, but you have to know. After all, this is your body now, isn't it? It's not weird if you're just looking at yourself. You unbutton the restrictive jeans and pull them down a few inches. Taking a deep breath, you turn down your boxers, too. Holy. Shit. You're a giant down there! You've never even fooled around with a guy with a tool this big. You're definitely a shower, and as you harden to full mast with eager excitement, you're sure you must be 10, maybe 11 inches. Fuck yes. You would have liked trying out an uncircumcised dick, but you're not complaining about your 10-inch cut monster. Reluctantly, you pull the boxers and small pants back up without buttoning them.
But wait, wasn't there supposed to be a second change? What could the ring even change besides your body? Maybe things like intelligence, perhaps, but you have a feeling that your brain would be moving a lot slower if that was it. "No offense, Walker," you whisper in his higher, more melodic voice. Or maybe it could have made you straight? That's not it either though, you think, you're already imagining how other guys are going to look at you. You'll figure this out later, you decide, and deal with it then. You peel off your too-tight jeans and tiptoe quietly to the kitchen for some water in just your boxers and hiked-up tee. You're feeling super dehydrated and a little queasy thanks to this hung-over body. You stare past the kitchen island at your body sleeping on the fold-out couch in the living room. The snoring has stopped -- you never were a snorer, you think. You notice Walker's clothes strewn across the floor, caught by a sudden urge. Your exposed abs and toes are chilly, and your cousin's wrinkled wardrobe is right there. Dressing in whatever looks cleanest, you assemble a Walker-worthy outfit and head for the door. You think to take Walker's phone, leaving your own on the kitchen counter for Walker.
Sliding Walker's, no YOUR all-white Adidas on, you decide that you're going to go out. You want to get fucking trashed, actually, and bed a hot young stud. Someone worthy of your OWN studliness, you remind yourself. You've never been to a club, but you're going to find one, and you're going to get in. No bouncer in his right mind would turn you away. You'd invite Walker's friends along too, but you don't want to blow your cover just yet -- your cousin probably doesn't ask his friends to go cruising for dudes. Tonight, you're going to get drunk, get laid, and worry about the rest tomorrow.