After putting down my phone, I turned to my closet. Looks like I had to go to high school all over again… I opened the closet, not sure if I should expect athletic clothes, my normal clothes, or what. What I saw was rather odd, actually. Most of my usual clothes were still there, and there were some gym clothes and a letterman jacket with my name on it. There was a small difference though. I usually wore XL shirts, and all of my clothes were still XL, but it looks like the sleeves on every shirt I had were modified to be 2XL. I found one of my favorite shirts, a red polo shirt, and put it on. My shirt still fit me the same except, despite the larger sleeve, it was still tight around my arms. You could almost see the vein in my bicep poking out through the fabric of the sleeve. Figuring I should at least look the part, I put on the letterman jacket too, and the same happened, where it was tight around the arms but nowhere else. It wasn’t as tight as the polo shirt was, but it was still insane to think my arms were this massive. I put on some jeans before looking in the mirror, and realized these arms were longer than mine by a bit too. I figured maybe the guy was also taller than me. Weird to think he was in high school…
I drove to the school and signed myself in. I had to ask the secretary if she could print my class schedule for me, since I had no idea where I was supposed to be and when. Looking at my schedule, it was all study hall except for the last two periods which were just marked as “Weight Lifting.” I asked the secretary if I really had to be here for a study hall. “Look, you get paid to be here and be on our football team, so yes, you need to be here.” I shrugged and went off to the study hall.
I spent the next few hours just watching YouTube on my phone before it was time for “Weight Lifting” with Mr. Reyes. When I got to the room that was marked, it turned out to be just an office room for Mr. Reyes. I knocked on the door and saw a latino man, maybe 50 or so, look up at me. He was well-groomed, with black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He was wearing one of those athletic polo shirts that had “Reyes” embroidered on the left chest. The shirt itself was tight against his body, displaying a hard earned muscled physique. “Ah, Mr. Greaves, can I help you?” He spoke in a deep voice, and had a Mexican accent. I had to admit, this man was absolutely a DILF, and I’d be super into him if I was gay.
“Well, I was hoping you’d tell me what you want for me to do for the class?” He looked at me confused. “Just do what you always do, get to the gym and work on those arms! I need you in top quality for the game this week!” So I guess I really was on the football team now…?
I nodded slowly and made my way towards where I thought the gym was. After a few minutes I found it, and the attached locker room. Inside was a locker with my name on it, and inside were some gym clothes with the school logo on them. I changed quickly and went into the gym with all of the machines and weights.
After doing some workouts, which my arms did like I’d been doing them all my life (thanks muscle memory!) another guy walked into the gym. He was definitely a student, maybe 16 or 17, but he was taller than me by a couple inches, and you could see his shirt puff out at his chest and hand loosely over his stomach. He had thick blonde hair and the start of some facial hair growing in. He walked up to me and smiled. “Yo, Devon, what’s good my man!” He patted me on the back, causing me to stumble. “Ah, uh, you know, just lifting.” We talked for a bit between workout sets and eventually learned his name was James, and he was a senior. We talked a bit about last week’s football game, where apparently I led the team to win? He also talked about how he got ‘totally wasted’ last night at the bar with his buddy Justin. I mostly just smiled and nodded.
After another hour of this, James asked me a question. “I know you usually work out for a few more hours, but I was gonna head to Justin’s place for pizza and watch the Steelers game tonight if you wanna join.” Wasn’t this the same Justin he was at a bar with last night? If so, maybe he’s the guy I traded with! This could be my chance to get back to normal!