More or less automatically you head into the school building. Once in you decide that you should head into the office and explain that this whole thing is... what? How the heck are you going to prove that you are not, well, you-- or, rather, that you are a different you. Your head starts to hurt trying to think how to explain this.
Your walking slows, and you turn and go to your locker instead, dial in the combination, and then wonder how you knew that this was your locker and what the combination was. Well, that's another thing you need to figure out, but not the most important thing.
Pulling off your letter jacket, the medals on it jingle... Great. At some point your clothes changed, and you didn't even notice! It almost doesn't surprise you. You're now wearing a slightly small, white t-shirt, which does nothing to conceal your well muscled physique. Running your hand down the shirt you feel that you have eight pack abs-- nice! Through your jeans you can feel that your legs are similarly well muscled.
'Well, maybe this isn't all bad...,' you think. 'Maybe I should just go along with it for a while... NO! This isn't me! I need to find some way to change back! I've got to get back to that shop--!'
"Hey, unless you want to keep making out with yourself, you really should get to homeroom!" warns a tall, dark hair athlete. Thom, also on the swim team, wrestling team, and track and field, and a pretty good friend of yours, you somehow know. He also has Homeroom/1st Period Science with you, and, if you don't get a move on, you're going to be late!
"Yeah, wait up!" you answer, grabbing your books and slamming the locker shut. You hurry to catch up with the taller guy.
"You see Carl last night? Man, was he wasted!" Thom says as you catch up, right outside the classroom.
"Yeah, that weed he had was STRONG!" you hear yourself replying, quickly lowering your voice as you enter the crowded classroom, moments before the bell sounds. Memories of late night at the lake partying with the swim team come into your mind. They conflict with memories of spending the night alone with a microwave dinner, beer, and the television.
The rest of the day goes like that-- as soon as you make up your mind to sneak away, ditch school and go looking for the shop, you get distracted. A friend starts talking to you, a few times GIRLS start FLIRTING with you (and confusion sets in as part of your mind insists that they are far too young for you, but hormones and your new age overwhelm that part), and, once, you get called on to give your speech, which somehow you know, on the dropping of the atomic bombs on Japan at the end of the Second World War. Then came swim practice, and there was no way you could skip that if you wanted to stay on the team! They needed you, since you're the best at the butterfly stroke, and the anchor in the freestyle relay! Then your dad picked you up, took you home, and you had dinner, and had homework to do, then...
Well, then is now. You have a couple of hours free before you need to get to bed. Staring at your reflection in your bedroom window, you try to clear your head and think of what you need to do now.