Duke eventually worked up the nerve - rolling up his hoodie sleeve and looking down at what he considered to be his sad, thin prepubescent arms. He remembered how gloriously ripped he was before all this happened, and his decline down from that to a teenager and then down to...to this. He just couldn't keep his mind off of how much of a letdown his current body was. He knew it was cheating - hell, he knew it was wrong! - but he could not help himself. These patches were gonna help him regain what he'd lost.
Taking a sharp breath he regarded the first patch, with its odd cream on one side and a flesh colored bit on the other end. He stopped himself from going through any more anxiety the hard way, slapping the patch on his upper arm. The result was a sharp stinging sensation and Duke almost let out a moan of pain as he felt the testosterone drug kicking into his body, which was seriously not used to that kind of hormone yet. He backed himself up against a wall in an alleyway, his breath shallow and hurried.
He felt so wrong, but he felt so incredibly right...the combination left him feeling guilty for just how good he felt in the heat of the moment. His muscles burned, and he hoped these things came cheap. He stuffed the patches back into his pockets and rolled his sleeve back up, hearing something. He hoped it wasn't some...some adult. The rejuvenated man was already feeling his energy interacting with the introduction of testosterone.
He was surprised to see Terry and his date walk by, and Sarah asked, "Oh, hey Duke, what're you doing out here? Catching your breath?"
Terry sighed, "Leave it to Duke to go for a run and exhaust himself when he's like this. Cmon man, let's head back - Sarah and I finished up our date." He looked at Sarah, winking at her. She flushed red.
Duke groaned and wondered what Terry got to do now. Well, Duke thought impulsively, now I've got the edge on him in puberty. Just gotta keep this to myself. Keep it to the coat pocket, y'know, he thought. His path was not necessarily the right one, but to Duke, such a mix of maturity and immaturity, it FELT right to him.
As they returned home, Jess scolded Duke, "Did you need to go to a place like that, Duke? Whew, you've built up a lot of BO. Go and...go use my shower. You reek!"
Terry just shrugged his shoulders and Duke proceeded inside, heading into the shower room...