...well, I couldn't believe what I saw. When I rubbed my eyes it was gone, so I shrugged it off as the effects of fatigue after a day of work.
I stepped inside, and the vision reappeared. But now I knew it was real, impossible though it was. It was my brother, reclined on the couch, but he was different.
One trait I shared with Charlie was the inability to gain weight. Both of us had come to terms with being forever rail-thin. But not anymore. Now Charlie was very, very muscular. His arms, even relaxed, were coiled tight like steel pythons, and his legs were like ham hocks. He had massive pecs overhanging washboard abs, all on a broad-shouldered torso slimming to a small waist. He looked amazing, especially since he'd already had a handsome face.
"CHARLIE!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??!!" I almost screamed.
He looked up, startled at my outburst.
"Oh, this?" he said, gesturing to his godly body. "I can explain."
"Please do," I said weakly.
I listened as Charlie told me about a door-to-door salesman who had stopped by the house that morning. That in and of itself was unusual, so he'd answered the door.
"He said I looked like I could use some of his products. He saw how skinny I was, and asked me if I had a girl I liked. I said yes," Charlie said.
I knew that was true. He had a crush on Lily Byers, a pretty and popular girl in his class. She didn't know he existed.
"The man said his products could help me get her to notice me. So I bought 5 kits of the stuff. It was really cheap, too.
"After he left, I opened one and saw a couple different pills. There were some for masculinity, age progression and regression, sexual attractiveness. But I saw the muscle ones and I took four to see what would happen. This is the result." Charlie gestured again at his new beefcake body.