As you walk along the streets, mostly ignored by the people passing around you, you wonder where you might want to go to fit in. You pass a few promising places, but you pass by a gym, and decide to go inside. You’ve never been one for sports or working out--it just always seemed like so much work to you. However, in this new suit, it seemed like the perfect place to give it a test drive, and see if it would even work or not.
You head inside the building and pass by the desk. The young man meant to be checking that people are signing in doesn’t even bother to look up from his phone as you pass by. It’s the middle of the day, and so there aren’t all that many people there. Some men and women running on the treadmills by the window, a chubby fellow on an exercise bike sweating up a storm, and over by the free weights, a couple of hulked out guys in their late twenties or so, working out together. There were also quite a few seniors there, mostly working out on the machines, trying to stay active in their old age. Beyond that, it was a reasonable slice of life, most of the folks there were just normal people going about their usual routine, and paying you any mind if they passed by.
You hesitate a moment, wondering what might happen if you say the trigger phrase. You weren’t even sure who you wanted to be, or what you might become. It didn’t really matter you suppose, after all, if you didn’t like it, it would be easy enough to change back. You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, and say, “I want to fit in.”
The next thing you know, you aren’t there at all. Instead, there’s a new person standing where you were in the gym. You’re feeling all turned around and confused, looking through someone else’s eyes, and it takes you a moment to realize that he’s more than a little confused himself. He has a name (Braiden) and he’s at the gym, where he’s supposed to be, but Braiden feels like something else is missing. Braiden hefts his gymbag a little higher on his shoulder and lumbers over to one of the mirrored walls, getting a better look at himself, and letting you get a look at him as well.
He’s solidly built, probably around thirty years old. From the well developed shoulders and slight gut, he’s clearly more interested in lifting and putting on mass than losing weight. What’s missing though, is everything else. Braiden knows he’s at the gym to workout, but because you used the trigger phrase away from everyone else at the gym, the suit didn’t have anyone to fit in with. Braiden knows he likes to work out, but that’s about it. That’s what he’s here to do though, so he figures he shouldn’t worry too much. He might as well just go lift--everything else will probably sort itself out just fine.
You, on the inside of Braiden’s mind and body, are just astounded by what’s happened. Now that you have your bearings, it’s not too hard to slide into Braiden’s body and mind a little further, and you’ve never felt this strong before in your life. If this is how jocks feel all the time, no wonder they work out all the time! Braiden wanders over by where the other two jocks are working out and starts racking up some weight, when you feel it. The sudden pull and tug towards the other two guys in the gym. It’s not really a physical sensation, it’s more of a tug on Braiden’s spirit, drawing them together, or at least trying to. You manage to get control back and stumble away, the other two jocks looking at Braiden a little confused, but then go back to their routine.
Braiden shakes his head. He thought he’d recognized those two guys, but maybe he’d been wrong. You realize what happened, maybe. The suit’s magic isn’t finished making you fit in yet! Because you didn’t trigger the phrase around anyone, it’s trying to fill in the blanks of Braiden’s life and persona with whatever person he might approach. Worse, you can feel the sensation getting stronger and more difficult to ignore. The magic, wanting to be completed, is trying to connect to anyone it can reach. Feeling like this is a bit too much, you get control of Braiden’s mouth and say, “I want to be ignored.”
You feel the magic convulse around you, but when you look at the mirror, you’re still Braiden! The trigger phrase to change back didn’t work for some reason, probably because the initial transformation hasn’t resolved itself yet. You start to breathe a little heavier, panicking a bit, when a heavy hand lands on your shoulder.
“Hey bro, you alright?”
Braiden turns around, and sees one of the jocks from before standing behind him, looking a bit concerned. That was understandable, Braiden looked like he was having a panic attack. This close, you can feel the magic’s pull intensifying, and it’s too late. You know the jock’s name now (Tim) his favorite exercise (Bench) and his...his favorite position in bed (cowboy, so he can look down at Braiden’s hot body while he rides his thick cock after a long workout).
“Braiden, you cool man?” Tim asked again.
Braiden looks up, relieved to recognize someone at last. “Yeah, sorry Tim, not sure what that was,” he said, “Ready to lift?”
In Braiden’s mind, you’re trying to process the onslaught of knowledge that just crashed into you. The suit hadn’t just made Braiden and Tim know each other--they were fuck buddies too! You didn’t know what kind of perverse suit your uncle had designed, but you didn’t want any part of this. You try to regain control of Braiden, but it’s harder this time. You manage all the same, mumble something to Tim that you need to go to the bathroom first, and walk away towards the locker room.
“I...want to be ignored,” you say again, and you feel the magic trying to function, but still you don’t change back. You can’t be stuck like this, can you? There’s a few other guys in the locker room, and you feel the magic reaching out to them, trying to form connections with Braiden as well. You need to get somewhere private, somewhere you can be alone and figure this out, before things get worse.