Kyle arrived at the jock's house, memories just clear enough to get there without having perfect knowledge of the jock's life. He looked around the house, taking in all of the pictures that he was in, even though he didn't remember taking them. No one seemed to be home, and there were no cars parked in the garage, so Kyle assumed that his parents were at work for the day, and he had the house to himself. That was perfect. Heading upstairs, after a few incorrect tries, he found what must be his new room. It was a simple room, a bed in one corner, a desk, and in the other corner was a complete weight set.
Heading towards the weights Kyle could tell that they were used often. The bench was worn from use and the weights were scattered around, with no order Kyle could tell. Looking next to the weight set there was a list of exercises, with a surprisingly precise series of checkmarks next to them. Kyle wondered whether being in the jock's life meant gaining his skills, or if he would still be suck with his typical weak body. "Only one way to find out," he thought.
He sat down on the bench, preparing to lift the weight that had been preset on the bar. He took a deep breath in and then lifted up. The bar raised easily, and he did a few reps with barely a little effort before replacing the bar and standing back up. Looking at the bar he realized that he had just lifted over 200 pounds, easily!
Kyle stood again, giddy at the thought of the physical strength he now had, and turned his thoughts to the cheerleader that had invited him to her place.