Under the black tissue are an Abercrombie polo shirt and cargo shorts. You think of all the hot jocks wearing their A&F gear around the high school and for some reason you suddenly have a huge urge to try on the clothes.
After you put them on, you walk over the the mirror. The shirt and shorts look a little baggy on your average frame. Then you start feeling a little disoriented.
You notice that you are growing taller, stopping as the shirt passes almost over your belly button. Then, you start feeling a warm feeling all over. You feel like something is blowing you up like a balloon. In the mirror, you see that you are gaining a bit of muscle mass. You don't look quite like a bodybuilder, but more like a varsity wrestler or gymnast.
Just when you think the changes have stopped, you feel your short blond crew-cut hair growing out. Then hair becomes darker but retains a good amount of blond highlights. It also thickens and becomes slightly wavy. When you look at the mirror, you do a quick double-take. A moment ago, your eyes were dark brown, but now they are a mysterious hazel.
"Dude, I look hot!" you utter in your new deep, studly voice. You look like one of those guys out of the Abercrombie catalog. As you admire your new body in the mirror, all these thoughts about guys at school flood into your brain. You remember your girlfriend for a brief second before you realize that you like guys.
In particular, you keep on seeing a very clear picture of your best friend Ken, your best friend who is a forward on the soccer team. You think how you lust for his smooth but built Asian American chest and his developed calf and butt muscles.
As you glance at your watch, you see that it's already 7:45. You feel a strong urge to head to the park.