Christopher was thinking he was having a great dream as he stared up at the crystal ball and the image filled his mind. He had woken up in his boxers and having gotten out of bed his head nearly touched the ceiling as his magnificent chiseled body had grown considerably. He got dressed and ready to go out and didn't try to hide to get out without being seen. He walked down to the sound of bacon and eggs sizzling. His mother had less need to drink with him not being quite such a disappointment. Dad was... still grumpy and didn't talk much. The man was who he was after all, but he didn't scowl. Christopher managed to get to school pretty easily, and things were a lot better. He was one of the leaders of the jocks as one of the best football players, and then he saw Erin. Still as... well bouncy as ever, but grinning as she jogged up and hopped to give Christopher a smooch. The childhood friends not having drifted apart as their afterschool activities collided a bit and the puberty bat having hit them both exceptionally hard. He was still a bit tired, but it was a good tired. Some muscles ached a bit, but that was training. All that testosterone didn't help him academically, but he had a solid B as now instead of working for 5 hours a day he did some football and had time to actually do his work then-
His phone alarm got him up... or at least made him realize he wasn't dreaming but had been staring at the crystal ball for like 6 hours. He got up got dressed, and having gotten no sleep felt incredibly tired... He was still scrawny... Another day another.... day...