Rebecca couldn't believe her eyes. When she had focused her aging energy on Zach, she'd pictured him becoming your typical young, thin IT guy at any company you care to name. Instead, she wound up with a gorgeous 30-year-old bodybuilder whose tight clothes and large physique were drawing stares from all around the room. She had to act.
"Zach, would you step outside for a moment please?" she asked.
The former teenager complied and she led him to a space that used to be the boys' locker room before a recent addition to the school was built.
"Zach, does anything seem different to you?"
He squinted at her. "You look same as you always do, Ms. Clarkson."
"Not about me, about you. Turn around."
Rebecca had him face a full-length mirror, and his jaw dropped. "What the heck?"
She explained what had happened to her and what she had done to him. "Though I never thought THIS would happen," she said, gesturing his way.
"I want you to stay here the rest of the day. I'll bring food at lunch and take you somewhere after school. If someone comes in here, hide. Got it?"
Zach nodded. Rebecca went back to her class.
Zach turned to the mirror again. Slowly he peeled off his tight shirt and pants until he wore only hugely strained underwear. He raised his arms and flexed his biceps, now the size of softballs. His calves were teardrop shaped and his thighs were like tree trunks. He had broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, and in between were two pecs like medicine balls and a rock-hard 8-pack of abs.
He couldn't resist. He began flexing in all sorts of poses, and he looked great in all of them. Zach had never been this strong, this handsome. It felt GOOD. Even if he was 30 now.