Todd looked at his phone - another one? He thought about deleting it, but accidentally tapped it open.
The woman was back! This time, though, she was dancing sensually in a black bikini. Todd could hear a strange buzzing noise and distant voices, though he couldn’t understand what they were saying.
Todd stared blankly at the screen, unable to move, though he felt his 6 inch cock get rock hard.
His hair grew back - the bald spot completely gone, his high school hairline restored. His hair continued to grow down to his shoulders, taking on a distinctly feminine style.
His beer gut sucked itself in as he rapidly lost weight; his shoulders moved inward, his hips slightly outward, giving him an androgynous shape.
Suddenly, the video ending, Todd’s erection instantly subsiding.
“Huh... that was odd.” He said aloud, clearing his throat. His voice sounded... higher for some reason.
Todd walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
“Hmmm, what’s wrong here?” He said, staring at himself in the mirror.
“Maybe I need to shave? Wait... I just shaved... two days ago, I think? I never could grow a full beard...” he said, sighing to himself.
He combed his long, luxurious hair back and left the room. He looked at the wall - plaques of past glory, those years of football...
“Football? God, no. They would’ve murdered me out there! Soccer was always my sport.” He laughed to himself, not even noticing that his prized football had transformed into a beat up soccer ball.
Todd wondered how he could’ve made such a mistake, eventually chalking it up to being tired and remembering that “soccer” was called football in other countries.
“Eight years, all throughout high school and college, and I still didn’t get signed.” He sighed to himself, tying his tie around his neck.
Eight years didn’t sound right... part of Todd remembered having to quit, but that was absurd! He loved soccer.
He shrugged it off and left for work.