Matt's alarm woke him up like normal, ripping his straight out of a wonderful dream he no longer remember. “Another boring day begins.” He said as he groaned and reached out to slam the snooze. Only it was much closer than normal.
He kept feeling around for it, only finding more bed where his night stand should be. Giving it up, Matt tilted up his head to find it, only then he noticed his arm was a lot longer and heavier than normal.
He looked over eyes still bleary with sleep but something was definitely different about it. “Was it... Bigger?” Matt wondered as he sits up now fully awake, the alarm still blaring but he no longer cared. His arms were indeed a lot more bulkier, and also a lot muscular and hairier they looked like the arms of a very manly dude. Looking down he also looked remarkably like a manly man.
Whoever he was he was also naked. He looked around his room, everything was different. Matt's walls were now covered with football and cars posters. His dresser was a complete mess and many jockstraps and gym clothes were strewn about, along with some weights, and some huge shoes. Most notable was the full body mirror that Matt still owned. However it seemed smaller than he remembered.
Matt immediately hopped off the bed and bolted over to the mirror. Inside he saw something that made his jaw drop. Standing before him was a naked huge and hairy version of himself the epitome of manliness. His face was pretty square and covered with a very thick trimmed beard. He had muscles everywhere and curly hairs covering it all. He also had a pair of giant feet with matching long and hairy toes. His legs and butt were a little out of proportion cause they looked too big even for his bigger body. His hands looked strong and rough and he could feel a lot of calluses in them. He had the body of his dreams. He looked amazing.
Matt shook his head breaking the trance with his new body and pat his hairy cheeks. Now was not the time. He rushed over to the window in his bedroom and peered through the blinds to try and get a better idea of where he was. Only... it looked exactly like his street. All the buildings where the same, but the people. The people were different.
All the women were now petite and delicate like girls or dolls. While the men looked huge, beefy and strong. If that wasn’t the only weird thing, they all walked around wearing incredibly fetishized outfits that showed off a lot of skin.
You saw girls in: bikinis, string bikinis, micro skirts, leotards, lingerie, tube tops, tank tops, camisoles, maid outfits, sequined bra and micro skirt, school girl uniforms, and outfits made entirely of latex. Some even had several piercings, or wore a tone of make up, some had tiny glasses on the ends of their noses. More than a few also dyed their hair outrageous colors.
On the other hand, the men were wearing leather pants, speedos, jockstraps, boxers, latex suits, briefs, loincloths, posers and sexy versions of regular uniforms like cops or firemen. It was common to find tattoos on their arms, piercings, thick beards and mustaches, extravagant haircuts or shaved heads.
Looking around his room, Matt saw the collection of clothes strewn about was little better than the ones outside seamingly designed to cover as little skin as possible while still being suited for a guy with a salami between his legs.
Somehow, Matt was now in a world of all petite women and tall and strong men... and he was one of them.
He looked down at his still beeping alarm and press the snooze with his huge calloused hand. A concerned expression could be seen in his face.
He needed to go back to his own world...