“Well, I really want to be a jock” you said. “I’d be a star athlete, scouted by colleges, handsome and muscular, desired by all the girls. Yet preferably, I’d still be pretty intelligent, not a total meathead.”
“Got it,” said the young woman.
She got up and left the room for a few minutes. When she came back, she held a Gatorade-like drink in her hand.
“Drink all of this,” she directed.
You did as instructed, and the world went black.
When you woke, you were in your room. But as you sat up you felt different. You felt...heavier? Bigger?
Your eyes widened. Had that girl’s drink really worked? Were you now a hunky jock?
Climbing out of bed, you caught sight of your new reflection in your mirror. You saw that you’d become...