Ken made his way over to the gym. Just heading over there was nerve-wracking; it was
amazing how much taller everyone was.
The gym was no better. Not only were a majority of the guys, as well as some of the girls,
now taller than him, but with their impressive physiques, he felt all the more smaller. He
changed into his workout clothes. Thankfully his gym shorts had a drawstring waist, so he
could tighten them to fit. Still, nothing could be done with the cuffs that rode just below
his knees. Nor could anything be done with the loose tank top he wore that clearly was a
little too big on him.
As he headed out of the locker room and into the weight room, he was aware that many
eyes were on him. Man, he thought, they must all think I’m puny.
But as he started his workout, he stopped paying attention to the stares. Unbelievably,
though he was shorter, he was able to increase the weights he had been used to lifting. As
he headed from machine to machine, he began to feel more pumped than ever before.
He soon grew tired of his oversized shirt, as it was becoming a bit of a burden, and took it
off. Never had he felt so confident in his self-image to make such a bold move in the gym.
Yet, checking himself out in the mirror, he looked great. It was then that he began noticing
that some of the eyes on him were not so judgmental. He could see a few girls in the room
giggling, one even somewhat loudly whispering to the others, “Who’s he? He’s kinda cute.”
And if he wasn’t mistaken, it seemed that even a couple guys were checking him out too.
It was then that he heard a familiar voice, “Ken, is that you?”
Ken turned and saw his friend Mike, who he had just seen in the lab right before their
injections. Only now, Mike looked much different…