Frank figured he had enough time for at least one exercise before he had to get back. He had to show those muscleheads how it's done after all. Besides, even if he was late, no one would dare reprimand him with the muscles he now possessed.
Frank headed back into the weight room, feeling so cocky and powerful. He felt like he was on top of the world. The teacher decided to do some curls, as it was the most obvious exercise to test his strength. Surprisingly, when he got to the weights, Frank found that he knew everything there was to the exercise. What reps and sets were, what weights to use, even proper form. Nice, was there anything that this remote can't do?
Frank stood in front of the mirror, ready to curl, but before he did, he noticed that he looked younger in the mirror. Around his late twenties or early thirties. Just while he thought he couldn't get happier, the remote found a way to give him more, and he couldn't wait to see what it would throw at him next.
The bodybuilder began his bicep curls loving the feeling of the burn it gave. If Frank knew how fun it was being this strong, he would have worked out a long time ago. Rep after rep, set after set, he continued to curl until his final rep, where he dropped the weights with a satisfied grunt.
He then began flexing his arms in the mirror yet again, admiring the pump he got. Frank wondered if he had time for another exercise before getting distracted by a familiar voice.
"Mr. Maynard? Didn't know you went here, too." Frank turned around to find that the voice belonged to Henry Thompson, one of his former students. However, Frank remembered Henry being the skinny geek type before, but now he looked like a college jock.
"Henry, it's nice to see you again. You've really filled out," Frank said while giving Henry a firm handshake. Whoa, even Franks grip was stronger than before, and so was Henry's for that matter. "Oh, and I sometimes go here during my free period."
"Hehe, thanks. Some of my new friends at college brought me here, and I've been hooked to bodybuilding ever since." Henry then gave his former teacher a few flexes, which made Frank feel... strange. "Ah, but anyway, I'm glad you seem to be looking good. As sexy as always..."
Frank was taken aback and was quite flustered. From the way Henry was looking at him, he had a feeling that his former student was flirting with him. The fact Henry had a hand brushing along Frank's bicep after he said that confirmed that was the case for the teacher.
"I-I didn't know that you swung that way." Frank stammered.
"Heh, of course, I do. This is a Gym for gay men after all, so I wouldn't go here if I wasn't." Henry replied, oblivious to what he had done.
Everything seemed to go in slow motion to Frank after he heard what he said. He wasn't paying attention to anything. He didn't even notice Henry leaving, not wanting to take up any more of his time. Gay? No, that can't be right, surely Henry must be mistaken. There was no way everyone in this gym was gay, right?
However, when Frank looked around to affirm his theory, but this did the opposite. All around him, the teacher saw all the men eyeing each other or flirting with each other. When they weren't too focused on their workout, of course. He even saw one couple giving each other a goodbye kiss.
Okay, so that idea was out the window, but surely this remote didn't turn him gay. Sure it gave him all the information that was needed for this body to function, but surely it didn't go that far. Frank tried to think back to the people who turned him on before, hot MILFs from the PTA, female celebrities, swimsuit models. However, no matter how he tried, his mind drifted away from those people and to other men. The bodybuilders that were here, action movie stars, even Henry came to mind.
...Crap...
Was this karma for changing Joel or just his hubris in general? Frank took out the remote and stared at it and weighed out his options. He could find a way to return to being straight and risk more unintended changes, or he can stay the way he was now.
Either way, this was going to be a hard choice to make for someone like Frank.