Before I even opened my eyes, I knew I got what I wanted. The way my clothes felt around my body was different. Instead of feeling my shirt tightly wrap around my rounded stomach, I felt gaps in the fabric, I quickly assumed were where the shirt was stretched over the crevices between my abs. I also felt that the neckline, which was already low on me, felt even lower, wrapping barely around the lower half of my chest tightly - it almost felt constricting. I also felt my arms being held further out to the side but still pressing against my chest, proof of enlarged biceps. My basketball story’s felt equally tight, and I felt my dick feeling pressed between my leg and the fabric of my shorts, definitely leaving a visible outline through my shorts. I smirked at the idea of my dick being on display through my shorts, thanks to my new love of ‘show-off clothes’. I felt my legs further apart as well, trying to make room for the wider legs I had.
When I finally opened my eyes, my suspicions were confirmed. Without looking down, I saw my pecs invading my vision slightly. Looking down, I saw the gem of my shirt straining against my pecs, just barely covering my nipples. Unable to see past my pecs, I had to lift my arms to inspect them as well, noting their width and muscularity. “Holy shit.” I said to myself, hearing not my own voice, but a commanding baritone instead. I recognized it as the voice I heard on the TV just a minute ago from Mason, but without the Welsh accent. I quickly assumed the voice was the side effect. A pretty good one, I thought. I decided to look around, and noticed something else. Everyone seemed a bit shorter than they did before. ‘Maybe the added muscle increased my height a like?’ I thought. I placed my hand on my chin, trying to think things through, and my hand was met by thick beard instead of the peach fuzz I usually sported. I realized something was very wrong. I tried to find a mirror in the store to take a look at myself, but I didn’t find anything that worked. I pulled out my Drivers’ License from my wallet, knowing it would have some info at least. Instantly I knew what happened. On the ID was a picture of Mason instead of me. My name was still listed, my age of 26 still correct, but my weight was listed at 298 lbs, and my height was 6’6”. Instead of getting his muscles like I assumed, we instead completely swapped every part of our physical bodies! I looked to the TV screen where Mason was on display before and while the reporters were discussing the match, they showed footage of the match, where I saw me- I mean my body, performing wrestling moves just like Mason had, but you could tell it was much more difficult for him now. I put away my ID and took out my phone, wanting to look at old photos to see how they changed. Instead of the light brown hair I had before, every photo of me now had Mason’s black hair, I started growing facial hair at 14, and when I was 16 I already had a beard and better muscle definition than most of the football players my age. Nothing about it my life actually changed though, every picture was the same, just with me as an early bloomer with big muscles and wearing tight and/or revealing clothes. Quite a few suddenly had Mason- or rather me- shirtless, I noticed. I didn’t have a single picture of me in the gym or with any different people, it was just my body that was different.
Deep in thought, I jumped when I heard a deep voice coming from below me. “Hi, excuse me.” I put my phone away and spotted Dorian beside me, eyes darting between my displayed pecs and my eyes. I instantly felt butterflies in my stomach, and my dick straining against my shorts even more. “Oh, uh, hello. Can I help you?”
‘Damn it, I was still as timid as ever,’ I thought to myself.
“Well I saw you over here flexing, and I couldn’t help but notice how hot you are.” Dorian spoke confidently with a seductive smirk. “If maybe you’re at all interested, we could grab some coffee and get to know each other a bit more.”
Of course I was interested, but this isn’t how this was supposed to go in my head. I wanted, no, I needed to be the one in charge right now… but I just couldn’t. It wasn’t in me. So I did the only thing I could think of.
“Dorian is a self-confident and socially assertive person.” changed to “I am a self-confident and socially assertive person.”