Suddenly, the world began to swirl. Jack lost his balance and fell backwards, and slowly everything went black. His last thought before passing out was "Oh god, I killed myself."
After a few hours Jack opened his eyes groggily. He brushed some loose blonde hairs out of his face and stood up.
"This isn't my parents' house," he said aloud, and then realized that of course it wasn't their house--it was his apartment, a two story NYC highrise fashionably decorated.
"Sir, are you okay?" a voice said--it was his housekeeper Maria. She helped him up. "Yes, of course, I'm fine. Um, Maria, you can have the rest of the day off." She looked at him quizzically, curtsied, and left.
Suddenly, memories swirled into Jack's head. He remembered being a shot ugly gay kid still living at home--but suddenly he realized no, he was Jack Torrence and he played for his NY college's football team--he was the star quarterback! He was leading the team to victory on the field. He raised his arms above his head--no, his guns! His arms were huge! He flexed and his arms exploded with muscle.
The Ray Gun. He was still holding it. He rushed upstairs to his room to see if everything worked, but he already knew the answer--the body he had (in his new life) admired so many times was as beautiful as always. He had longish surfer style blonde hair and piercing green eyes, an aqualine nose and a square, elegant face. His look was aloof, model like, something above mere normal people. He smiled at himself and melted his own heart with a smile that could light the world.
He couldn't bear it anymore. With a roar he ripped off his designer clothes (he could always buy more, he was loaded!) and examined his body, his perfect 10 pack and his enormous arms and chest and--oh god, his legs were perfectly formed. Of course they were. What was there about him that wasn't perfect? He realized now that he was the perfect human specimen.
"Who's better than I am?" He growled, flexing, and his hands slowly found his enormous cock, which he began jacking slowly, and then faster. He was a hot commodity. He'd done several commercials, lots of modeling, and he even had a movie deal in the works. But god, he was horny. He wanted to go out and fuck some hot guy's ass... maybe bring a couple of them home and let them worship him. He'd almost completely forgotten his old life. Admiring himself blithely he finally came everywhere, a torrent of cum that covered everything and his faithful maid would have to clean up.
He leered at himself. He was a hot jock, confident, cocky, and more than a little slutty. It was going to be a good life. And he was already hard again.