Ric - now Ricky more likely found himself looking at his golden blond, extensively pale body.
For all that the convention was that pale guys were not exactly in the best shape, Ricky was basically ivory hued in terms of his skin, and every inch of him was muscled to a degree he didn't even know was possible. The hair on him was now light blond, vanishingly so, such that he could still see the rippling muscles even without a shave or a lasering service done. However Ricky had ended up like this, he was not panicking.
Because honestly, he really liked what he looked like now. He found himself really drawn to that mirror, and he dragged his hands across his muscled torso, feeling his abs and chest, and he giggled with pleasure when he felt his hands run over his nipples. Ricky flexed his arms in a double bicep, and the sheer sight of himself like this made him swoon with adoration.
Muscle...he'd never had this kind of muscle before.
Ricky twisted his body and turned - going from double bicep to a lunge and chest flex, biting his lip and enjoying how toned and strong he felt. He could tell - he could deadlift 405 lbs like this, and he was really getting off from how that felt. The sheer strength, uncommon even among gym goers, which was now his. And here he was, displaying it for himself to see. An actual adult now, beyond teenage awkwardness and inhibitions.
He cupped his beautiful brawny shoulders and practiced for the mirror. He frowned, he beamed, he pouted, Ricky was a step away from orgasm even though he hadn't even touched himself once in this whole day. He backed off and breathed, realizing how shallow his breath was when he did so, how he had just been so taken with himself.
Ricky flexed again and saw his manhood bob back up and he moaned, a low and ragged moan, "I am...I am so fucking hot..."
The new man couldn't stop himself. He flexed, he posed, and he showed off - in the fashion of a bodybuilder, a muscular specimen of masculinity that existed for aesthetic appreciation. Ricky loved himself that was the thing he realized just doing this. Maybe it was some kind of autosexuality. He was attracted to this new man first and foremost, whom he saw in the mirror.
"I-I gotta...!" He looked down at his manhood, the temptation was great, but he also felt he needed to find out how and why this transformation occurred to him. As much the blessing as it was, he...he did need to find out how and why. He hadn't always been this muscular Adonis. But...should he...?