As you laid there spread across the couch, exhaustion steadily overtaking you, your nostrils flared at a smell. Sniffing the air again, you grimaced, somewhat embraced.
It was you! You hadn't noticed it before, but though the summer heat you managed to catch a smell. In fact, you sorta smelled like a jock. You laughed, slightly unsure as to why you made that specific comparison, but felt it suited regardless.
Sighing, it became obvious that you should have a shower. Getting up, you walked into your bathroom. You began to undress, taking off your pants and then your boxers. Moving to remove the jacket, a sudden curiosity stopped you. This new funk, did it 'suit' you? You didn't know why this sudden itch to know, but regardless you looked up and stared into your reflection. You felt disappointed. Looking at yourself, you couldn't deny that you didn't look anything like a runner. Thin, in an ungainly way, with no definition or any obvious potential.
You were short, unremarkable and unathletic. You jock-like funk was almost insulting to you, and so you frustratedly took off the jock-jacket and then your shirt leaving you fully naked. But before you could step into the shower, a new urge struck you. You wanted to wear the jock jacket, and only just the jock jacket. Just for a little while, this new urge told you.
Reaching down, you picked the jacket back up and put it on. It felt soothing to place it over your naked chest, like it filling you with some wonderful warmth. You couldn't resist, pulling the hood up, feeling kinda cool and tough. You looked yourself in the mirror once more, and smiled, it was a satisfied one. This was sick, you told yourself.