Alan muttered something that Drake could not make out. He then said "You know Drake we should take advantage of going to the gym today, why don't we go." Drake shrugged and agreed it did seem like a good idea for some reason.
Drake followed Alan to the campus gym, his thoughts consumed by the mysterious lamp. As they approached the gym entrance, Drake couldn't help but notice that there were only guys inside. It was as if the gym had transformed into an exclusive men's fitness club. He remembered that the gym had strict policies about co-ed access, with different days designated for men and women.
"Hey, Alan," Drake muttered, trying to sound casual, "Did they change the gym schedule? I thought they had separate days for men and women."
Alan glanced around at the all-male crowd, seeming unfazed. "I don't know, man. Maybe they did. Doesn't matter, though. Let's get our workout in."
Drake nodded but couldn't shake the feeling that something unusual was happening. He discreetly looked around, trying to gauge if anyone else found the situation odd. Everyone in the gym appeared completely normal, going about their workouts as if this were an everyday occurrence.
Inside, Drake and Alan hit the weights, with Alan lifting heavier than ever, taking full advantage of his newfound muscularity. Drake, on the other hand, couldn't focus on his workout. He kept glancing at Alan, wondering what wish he had made with the lamp. Drake realized he had no way of knowing if the wish had been used or what its effects might be.
Drake tried to steer the conversation back to the lamp. "Hey, Alan, about that lamp... Have you used it yet? I mean, for your wish?"
Alan smirked, a twinkle in his eye. "Not yet, buddy. But I've got something in mind."
Drake felt a mixture of curiosity and anxiety. He needed to get the lamp back and regain control over the situation before things spiraled further out of hand.
Drake and Alan continued their gym routine, surrounded by a diverse group of guys. In this college gym, students of various ages and backgrounds came to work on their fitness. Drake couldn't help but notice that all of the men were shirtless, wearing only brief underwear. At first, this struck him as unusual, but as he looked around, he realized that it was the norm for men in this gym.
There was Mark, a muscular senior in his mid-20s, confidently bench-pressing weights while chatting with his workout buddies. He wore tight black briefs that accentuated his chiseled physique.
Nearby, a group of younger students, probably freshmen, were enthusiastically competing on the rowing machines. They were all in their late teens, showcasing their lean, athletic bodies in various colorful briefs.
Amidst the clang of weights and the chatter of the gym-goers, Drake couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious. He had never been in a situation like this before, where everyone was so comfortable with minimal clothing. He glanced down at his red Calvin Klein briefs, suddenly aware of how exposed he felt.
"Alan," he whispered, trying to maintain his composure, "Is it just me, or is this gym a bit... unusual?"
Alan, still focused on his workout, glanced around casually. "You mean the dress code? Nah, man, it's normal here. Guys prefer it this way. More freedom of movement, I guess."
Drake hesitated but then decided to go with the flow. After all, he didn't want to stand out. He pushed through his discomfort and continued his workout, gradually feeling more at ease with the surroundings.
As they exercised, Drake couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was off, but he still couldn't determine if Alan had used the lamp's wish. He needed more information and a chance to regain control of the lamp before the situation escalated further.