You thought about Eric and let the idea play out in your head... okay, so if you were to take his strength you may not get his size... that wont do. if you wished for his muscularity that would fade to fat as you have never been consistent. Wishing for his dedication would get you to where you wanted to be... eventually, but you wanted the gains now...
That's when an odd thought crossed your mind... is there a word that would describe all the habits that make up Eric's routine? Not just the workouts, but the diet, the sleep, and the dedication? Can that word also encompass the intricate knowledge of what his limits are? When that bowl of mac and cheese will stop giving him energy and will instead cover his abs in a layer of fat. When he should push himself with another set, or call it a night.
As if in a flash of lightning, a word came to you... you toyed with it in your brain. Maybe? Its a big word with a lot of meaning behind it... it could do the trick but you will probably get some unintended consequences on top of the random swap.
You chuckle to yourself. It's funny how the weird shop owner's spiel is making you think so hard... there's no such thing as magic and you know that... still, no harm in pretending...
You think the sentence and kiss the ring. "I wish that Eric from my gym and I would swap the relationship we have with our bodies."
You immediately notice a buzzing in the back of your brain, it quickly grows to the point where it encompasses all of your perception and fades as quickly.
You rush to the mirror and see... the same you that you have for the last 33 years. Your carefully styled goatee frames your face nicely and your wide, muscular body is the picture of health, virility, and masculinity. You look down at the ring wondering why you had thought it intriguing to swap bodies with someone in the first place?
Unless?? You stare at your body carefully. You remember honing your workout routine over the years, playing football in high school and college, keeping journals for several years to help you figure out your diet, sleep, and exercise requirements, and pushing yourself to be amazing.
So why are you so sure there is a guy at the gym named Eric that could be your twin, when the only Eric you can remember is some puny kid who has no dedication?
You have a regular 9-5 job throughout the week but looking at the clock you realize you are running late for your photo shoot. (Modeling was part of Eric's relationship with his body.)
You go to the fridge and grab an apple, chicken breast, and cheese cubes for snack, a salad with a diced chicken breast, straight balsamic vinegar for dressing, a baggie of nuts, protein powder which mixed well with water, and protein bars as a last resort in case things ran late, which should keep you fed until 2, 5 if you used the bars. Throwing them in your duffel you look at your apartment. Something is going on here but you don't have time to figure it out right now. You take the ring off as you didn't want to misplace it at the shoot and head out the door.
Walking out the door you pass your fuck buddy Jessica, and give her a coy smile. She smiles back and winks, you can feel yourself getting erect, if you weren't already running late...
(The random swap was your relationship with women... you are now bi, Eric is now asexual! These swaps are very hard to detect because a relationship is built over time... effectively changing history.)