You almost jump when you see your reflection; as you first thought, you almost bumped into one of the musclemen. However, you quickly realize that the muscle man you saw was you! You couldn't believe your eyes. Before, you could hardly be described as athletic, but now you looked like the other muscle-bound men here. You were also wearing the same slightly skimpy workout gear that left little to the imagination like the other men were wearing. It was somewhat embarrassing being so exposed, but you couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence and a little pride. You wanted to take a closer look at the muscles you now had, but suddenly, you heard the coach yelling at you.
"Goodwin, what are you doing just standing around?! Get out there and start lifting already!" You quickly apologized and headed to the workout area. You decide to use the free weights and do some bicep curls since those seem easy enough to do. However, the surprises just kept coming as you found that you had gained an immense amount of knowledge about working out, and you found yourself applying that knowledge as you lifted. Make sure your form is correct, don't use momentum to lift the weights, and make sure you really squeeze at the top of the rep. You follow these rules and more as you crank out the reps like a machine. It was exhilarating to not only test out your new strength but to feel your blood pumping, and pump it gave you made you feel like you could do anything with your new body.
Alright, just one more rep and you were done. You could feel your arms tremble a bit, exhausted from the exercise. It seems like even with all this new strength, you still had quite a ways to go. Well, you could always give up, but something inside of you told you to push yourself, to keep improving, and to break your limits. With your last bit of strength, you managed to perform that last rep.
"Damn, that felt good," you whisper to yourself after catching your breath. You take a moment to flex your arms a bit in the mirror. They were so shapely, so defined, and those peaks. You could get used to this.
Okay, that was enough flexing for now. The coach would probably yell at you again if you dawdled too long. There would be plenty of time for flexing and checking out your new body later. You were about to move on to your next exercise when you recognized someone you knew. Was that Christopher Briggs? You knew him as a short and skinny, black and nerdy teen. Now he was a tall jock like everyone else around here. You start to wonder if all the other guys here were actually guys from school who had also transformed, or did you get transported to another dimension where everyone was a jock? It was best to tackle one thing at a time, you thought. You decide to approach Christopher and tap him on the shoulder. He turns around, and you see his eyes look glazed over, but as he looks at you the expression he wears changes to one of shock.
"K-Kurt?" Christopher said, almost yelling. You had to shush him in order not to make a scene. "What's going on, why are you so buff now? Why I'm so buff now." All good questions that you wished that you knew the answers to. As much as you like your new body and muscles, it was probably best to figure out what was going on. The last thing you wanted was for more weird changes to occur. You were about to ask Christopher about what he remembered, but once again you heard the sound of the coach's voice.
"Goodwin! Briggs! This isn't social hour! Get back to it!" You sigh. Of course, the coach interrupts you when you were about to ask the important questions. You were beginning to suspect the coach had something to do with what happened to everyone, but having bad timing wasn't enough to accuse him of anything.
"We'll talk after class then." Christopher nodded and the two of you went on to complete a grueling workout. By the end of it, you were exhausted and covered in sweat, but you were also feeling pretty damn satisfied with yourself. You normally didn't work out this hard but you felt accomplished being able to complete something so difficult. Not to mention despite being exhausted, it was a good kind of exhaustion.
Alright, now that his workout was done, it was time to shower and meet up with Christopher. Well, assuming something else doesn't happen before then.