As you try to keep track of that imaginary neighbour, a picture of Quentin pops up in your head. Too bad for him, this is probably your best chance at getting back at Travis. His hair still in your hand, you focus hard on Travis and Quentin’s sexual orientation and bring the ring to your lips. A moment later, you can hear and feel your boyfriend gagging on your deflating dick. He jumps back, hitting the floor, with a look of shock and disgust in his now dark eyes.
"The fuck, man?"
"I think we should break up, Travis."
"You’re such a jerk. And get that out of my sight." He makes an indistinct gesture at your groin, visibly conflicted by the new feelings in his mind.
"I thought you loved my new enhanced toy. Or maybe if you’d wait for me to come, I could ask you to revert my sexuality with Mr Perfect." You could’ve done it right now, too, you realized. "This isn’t happening now, is it?"
You’re starting to cool off. This muscular body comes with quirks. Maybe tomorrow you’ll revert their sexualities. You only intended to teach Travis a lesson, and now Quentin is stuck in the crossfire. That was dumb. And the next day, you’ll find that porn star back. Travis is starting to get dressed, his khakis quickly covering his silky boxer.
"Just go home and…"
"Fuck you, asshole!"
Travis finished buttoning his shirt as he stormed out of the apartment. So much for trying to offer to discuss it calmly tomorrow and figure something out. Or finding out who the porn star was. Sure, you could recognize him from the picture : pouty expression, platinum blond hair, square jaw, hairless and… your old unimpressive muscle mass. That’s assuming the ring didn’t rewrite the guy’s history, or even that you find the wrbsite and don’t get annoyed to see so many naked men.
Still somehow aroused, you go to your favorite pornsite. The page opens up on thumbnails of naked Adonis railing each other. You immediately navigate to the straight section of the site and finally start enjoying your evening. Sure, it’s not some real action, but you tell yourself you better not mess up with someone else. You already involved so many people in your shenanigans. You hop from video to video and end up masturbating to the sight of two women going at it. It is nothing like you would have imagined, but it get you going. Before long, you have to clean yourself up and go to bed.
You wake up and immediately start doing some stretches. You realize that this new muscle mass seems to come with a regimen of exercises. You wouldn’t say it’s easy or natural, but you definitely can tell that there is less obstacles, mental and physical, to your morning routine being active. As if you actually held to a strict schedule for years.
When you look at your phone, you see you have a message from Paul. He asks if you already used the ring today -Yes- and you ask back for his hairdresser’s number. Your usual needs reservations weeks in advance, and you know Paul always laughed it off, preferring to just show up unannounced there. He gives you the coordinates, and you head there after a quick breakfast. Your mind notes that you should get rid of those high-sugar cereals and start eating more healthily. By the time you get to the hairdresser’s salon, you have a whole grocery list ready in the back of your mind.
Astonishingly quickly after you enter, you get out with a new head of hair. The crew cut is more neutral than yesterday’s bird-like coiffe, even if not to your usual standards. You debate offering Paul to meet up with you, when you get a text from Quentin. That is odd.