James opened the door and stepped through. But immediately he was deeply confused. How was he backstage at the theater? The shop was blocks away!
Suddenly he saw Ashely come around a corner. She looked up from her clipboard and saw him.
“James, there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you! Come with me, have you rehearsed your lines at all?”
“What do you mean?” James stammered.
“Well, the play is in only 3 weeks, it’s crunch time!” Ashely said. She picked up a spare script book and opened it to a page.
“You’re playing the lead guy, so you really need to step it up!”
James watched her walk off in astonishment. He looked back at the door, but all he saw was the door to the men’s room. He dashed back and tried it, but he went into the bathroom.
But this wasn’t a total waste, as he saw his reflection in the mirror. He was stunned. James realized he looked like the kind of guy he’d always wished to be: tall, muscular, handsome. He had thick blond hair, not long; a sexy grin with perfect teeth; arms of bulging biceps that strained the sleeves of the white button-up shirt he found himself wearing; a large chest that couldn’t be contained by the top buttons of the shirt, showing off tanned skin and some light blond chest hair. He was also wearing khakis that barely contained his large legs. Best of all, his glasses were gone and he was no longer carrying extra weight, instead sporting a six-pack.
James was enthralled with his own image. He flexed a couple times and did his best to look sexy, which was no longer so hard.
Suddenly, Ashely burst in. “James, I told you to get up there, not gawk at yourself in the mirror! Come on,” she groaned as she dragged him by a thick arm.
“Ben! Do you have those things I asked for?” she yelled as she pulled James with her.
“Right here!” a stagehand named Ben, who James knew, said as he brought the same items that James had been sent to buy.
“Ok then,” she said, shoving James across the stage.
“Take it away, big shot!”