Jackson spent a good hour and a half around the house, enjoying this newly muscled up, athletic physique. It was probably not that mature of him to just walk around his home in a pair of tight black boxer shorts, flexing for any mirror and or window, but he was just that impressed with the results of the Chronivac's work on him. After a while of that, he set on some pop dance music and set up in his living room, dancing off in his boxers to a few rather saucy, hot beats.
Once he was all done with that, Jackson turned off the music and went upstairs to think about what he was going to do with this fantastic gift. He knew for sure he was going to try and have some fun with it. The night club, once a distant place he felt too resigned to his age to really enjoy, now seemed like somewhere he could go to find some hot hookups. Not exactly classy, but Jackson was looking forward to just really trying this bod out.
Then he thought of some of the other Socialites he had in his orbit.
"Surely," he said outloud, "Oliver and Percy would enjoy this as much as I did. I have got to invite some people over for a house party. Won't they be surprised to see Jackson Kreene looking like this." He flexed his arm again and then opened up the Chronivac again, looking with an easy smile at his body displayed in the program. He thought about regressing himself further, but decided for now at least that thirty five was probably young enough.
Though he wasn't going to rule out returning to his teenage years at least for a little in the future.
He started making some calls, first calling up Oliver and his wife Lilah, "Hey, Oliver, it's Jackson."
"Jackson? You're sounding so healthy...and not to mention happy," Oliver said from the other end, "What's on your mind, friend?"
"Well," Jackson said, kicking his feet from his spot looking at the Chronivac, "I've just seen something really spectacular. You wouldn't believe it. I'm going to be holding a...get together tonight at 6:30. If you're up to join me, I think I could share it with you. Bring any friends you're comfortable with."
"Sounds pretty interesting, Jackson, and it's not often I hear you so happy...count me in. You up to join, Lilah?" Oliver asked his wife, and he got a response, "That does sound interesting, I'm in as well." Oliver returned to the line, "Alright, Lilah and I are in. See you then." And with that the phone call ended.
Oliver was a former director that had injured his knee during a shoot. He had once been attractive and muscular in his younger years, but after his injury had fallen into alcohol and other vices. But he was still a friendly presence in Jackson's life, and so he ended up being the first person Jackson called up. If he could help fix up Oliver's leg and get him feeling good again, then he'd be happy.
Next up was Percy - a former male model and current producer of film and music videos. Percy was still a reasonably good looking guy, but no longer up to the industry's standards due to his declined hairline (disguised with a gelled back hair style presently), and slight wrinkles. The man was easily the fittest guy in his mid-forties Jackson knew.
Calling him up, Jackson said, "Hey Percy, its Jackson. I'm having a get together at the house at 6:30 tonight. You up to go?"
"Oh, Jackson's having a house party? That's pleasantly rare. Here's hoping some hot women and handsome guys show up. You can count me in." Percy was an Out bisexual, mostly preferring women, though he wasn't known for refusing a time with a handsome guy. Jackson didn't particularly swing that way, but he supposed he wouldn't be surprised if Percy voiced some interest after seeing how Jackson had changed.
Jackson made a few more calls to some of the other people, friends, associates from other parties, and so on. Jackson looked at the Chronivac with an interested grin. Maybe he could even make some alterations on the fly to the attendees...
First and foremost though, he got things ready at the house for the party, his muscular physique making the preparations easier on him. Ordering some food deliveries, getting some high class alcohol and drinks ready, and a few bowls of fruit laid out in case the guests were feeling hungry. As the day wore on, Jackson retrieved the food deliveries, in one case giving the young delivery guy a "tip" via the Chronivac of 20 lbs of muscle on his scrawny physique.
Dressed in a white tight button up shirt and dress pants, Jackson got ready for the party and the bevvy of changes he had planned for the occasion...