The change was felt almost immediately, as Simon opened his eyes after the long sleep. He felt all of a sudden like he had so much more energy. He felt like he could handle the world. All the events of yesterday had almost faded away as Simon woke up in his own room, in his own bed. It was the morning and all Simon could think about was geting started and ready for school. He didn't even noticed the physical changes that had occured untill he pulled himself out of bed.
"Oh my, look at my arms" he exclaimed to himself. Before Simon's arms had been as thin and twigs, they looked like they could snap any minute. But a good nights sleep (and the magic pill) had totally transformed them into logs of thick, overbearing muscle. Simon then realised he was completely shirtless; normally he slept in thick nylon pyjamas. All he had worn last night was a pair of boxers. It meant that his now muscular, hairless, chest was on display. Thick round pectoral muscles, and a clearly defined 8-pack. His waist seemed to have shrunk as well, pulling together the rest of his body tightly. There didn't seem to be hardly an ounce of fat on his now muscular, uninhibited frame.
"Oh my goodness!" Simon said to himself. It was like he had swelled up during the night. He ran over to his mirror and realise that the changes hadn't stopped at his muscular top-half. Not only where his legs now thick and muscular, but his face seemed to have totally transformed as well! He was still recognisable, at least partly. But instead of looking like Simon; he looked like someone who could have been related. A more attractive older brother for example. He had the thick clearly defined features of a model, an almost angelic-like face; with thick pouting lips, defined nose and chin. He had the face of a man. And his hair was different. Over night, it had grown back at an incredible speed so that he was no longer bald. But it was not the hair of old. It was thicker, shorter, blonder. All fashioned in a short fashionable style. Simon studied his reflection more clearly, he reminded himself of someone. He reminded himself of Marc, the arrogant jock who had started all this.
In all appearances Simon seemed to have transformed into a perfect male model. But inwardly he felt fairly similar. He had more energy, but his personality was still that off the shy inhibited geek. His voice was still that off the squeaky, irritating nerd as well; so that it clashed violently with his manly appearance.
There was a knock on the door. "Simon, your breakfast is on the table." IT was his mum. But she couldn't see him like this, what was she going to think? Her once perfect little boy now resembled some sort of mindless man-thug. Oh shit!