Keith swaggered down to the lobby, hoping to get lucky with the receptionist. Well, less so hoping and more so expecting to get lucky. After all, he was no longer Keith, the dumpy loser he was now Vinnie Fontano, a smoking hot mobster. He was so sure that there was no way he could fail to bag that woman that he didn't factor in the possibility that the receptionist could just not be in the lobby.
He looked around for her for a bit and then shrugged while he muttered to himself, "Must be on her break or something..."
Oh well, there was nothing he could do about that. Perhaps she'll return once he's done working out. Once he arrived at the hotel weight room, he was impressed it was better than he expected. Alright, it was time to test out what his new body could do.
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Meanwhile, back at the hotel room, you were standing in front of the Mirror with the car keys in hand. You had decided to take the plunge and change yourself as Keith had, but you were nervous. These keys could turn you into anything, after all. What if you end up as a baby or someone equally as bad? Your hands were shaking at the idea, but then you think back to Keith and how happy he was now. He was so confident and assertive now, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous, and you wanted that too.
So, with your heart still pounding, you point the car keys at your reflection and press the unlock button.
What happened next was a bit of a blur to you. You become dizzy as your mind starts rewiring itself, so much so that you fell to your knees. You could vaguely feel your body stretching and molding itself into whoever you were transforming into.
Once the transformation was done you, were quite disoriented. Who are you, where are you, and why was it so dark were the questions you were asking to yourself. Then you quickly realized the reason why it was so dark was that you were wearing sunglasses.
You take off the sunglasses, to find yourself in front of the mirror again, and you instantly like the man staring back at you. You were now a tall, handsome man in an expensive-looking suit around Vinnie's age. You had a nice square face and long blond hair tied into a ponytail. You looked good, very good, but why wouldn't you? You worked hard on your appearance. First impressions were everything, after all, especially in your line of work.
Suddenly another dizzy spell hits you, this time much shorter than the last. The two sets of memories you had sorted itself out. You were now Julian Crowe, a young, hotshot lawyer that defended people like celebrities and the Fontano mobsters.
You chuckled a bit at the situation you were in now. You were already studying to become a lawyer before transforming, but you only expected to become your run-of-the-mill lawyer. Now, you were a big shot that was smart and charming enough to keep anyone out of jail.
Curious about what you looked like beneath your suit, you strip it off, revealing that it was hiding a physique that rivaled Vinnie's. One that you earned after spent countless hours at the gym to build up this bod. You couldn't loose to Vinnie after all. Plus, you absolutely loved people's reactions when the suits came off.
Speaking of which, perhaps it was time for him to join Vinnie... er Keith at the weight room since you wanted to test out your new body as well. Looking through the pile of clothes Vinnie brought up, you managed to find another pair of shorts but not another stringer. That won't do at all, you thought, but then you remembered you had the magic car keys.
You take them and start clicking the unlock button at one of the T-shirts until it finally became a yellow stringer. Hmmm, now that you thought of it, you did the same thing to Keith's clothes before accidentally transforming him into Vinnie, and Keith needed a longer time to acclimate to the mental changes compared to yourself. Perhaps using the key on another person after consecutive use of the key wasn't the best idea.
Anyway, after you changed, you admired yourself in the mirror a bit before thinking that something was missing. Ah yes, how could you forget your sunglasses? You quickly grabbed them and went to join Keith.
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Back in the weight room, Keith had picked up some heavy dumbells and began working on his biceps. Bicep curls were what get the girls after all. He was like a machine, pumping rep after rep, and only stopping before hearing a certain voice.
"Is that the best you got... Compagno?" Keith turned around, and despite you looking different, he seemed to realize who you really were.
"You're...!"
"Yup, it's me. Or rather it's Julian Crowe, ready to show you how it's done."