"Is it ok if I mess with this for a while?" Stephen asked his mom.
"Sure, just don't go too crazy with it," she said as she left to start dinner.
Stephen smiled and sat back in the chair. He had total freedom now. First, though, he took a look through the history of the photo, discovering the original. Man, he thought, Dad and I really were total weaklings. In his reality Stephen had been slightly defined from occasional workouts and playing soccer, which he was very good at. Now he acquainted himself with his new ripped body, feeling the bulging muscles through the tight clothes he now wore. Stephen tried to recall this body's life, discovering that here he was the starting quarterback on the high school football team and was 16, not 14 like before. Between the gym his dad owned and the set in the basement, he was always working out, and if he wasn't he was playing sports or with his girlfriend.
Stephen was happy with this life, but wanted to continue experimenting. So he found photos on the school website to mess with. He found one of the chess club and imported it to the photo editor.
Stephen studied the photo. There were 10 boys in the picture (apparently no girls were interested) and all were small and skinny. Some wore glasses, others braces. All had pale skin with acne, though they had different hair. At the center was Thomas Gatsby, the tallest of them, a 16-year-old with white-blond hair, glasses and braces, skinny as a rail and acne-ridden. Yikes, thought Stephen, press ing the ENHANCE button. On second thought, he pressed it twice more, thinking this group needed it.
Stephen looked up at the picture. All of the twigs onscreen had been replaced with big hunks. None had shirts or pants on and all wore tight underwear. Thomas was the best example of change. He was now 6'8", probably 280 pounds. His hair was black and glossy and smooth, his teeth were straight and white, his lips were full, his nose and ears small, his eyes a bright blue. He had a perfect tan and no acne or braces. His muscles bulged massively everywhere, from his shelf-like pecs to his football-sized biceps to his 8-pack abs to his mighty thighs. He still wore black-framed glasses and his package was large.
Stephen was stunned. He read the caption. It used to say "Chess Club, President Thomas Gatsby". Now it read "Underwear Model Club, President Tom Gatsby".
Flicking through his memories, he saw Thomas (Tom now) had been good-looking since kindergarten and started lifting in 2nd grade, joining sports like football and baseball. He had been in physique contests and usually won, and soon his parents signed him as a child model. Now he was captain of football and baseball and he had started the Underwear Model Club to help get jobs for guys who he thought could make it. The members all worked at Abercrombie and Fitch now. Tom was also Stephen's best friend now.