I guess I'll be a teenage wrestler," Andy said, "Might as well be
creative." The amulet on his chest glowed brightly for several
seconds, then subsided.
*****************
Meanwhile, across town, Mitch was reviewing his presentation for the
senior executives who would be visiting that day. All of a sudden,
his body started to feel tired, and all of his joints and muscles
began to ache. He felt like he had been through the workout of the
century. He stood up from his desk, and then gripped it tightly as he
almost lost his balance. He felt exhausted. He stumbled out of his
cubicle and made his way to the bathroom down the hall. He entered
the bathroom and walked over to the sink to splash some water on his
face.
One of his coworkers and friends, Mark, was washing his hands at the
sink to the one that Mitch was standing at. “Are you okay, Mitch?”
Mark asked as he dried his hands on some paper towels.
“Yeah, just tired,” Mitch replied, as another pain swept through his
body. “I think I’m a little wound up due to the presentation later
today,” he managed to get out, trying to maintain a level of calmness.
“I’m sure you’ll do great,” Mark replied with a smile. “Just don’t
overwork yourself, all right?”
“Thanks, man,” Mitch replied, wishing Mark would just leave him alone
so that he could just collapse on the restroom floor.
“Hey, it looks like you’ve been working out a lot,” Mark said as he
headed out of the bathroom. “Trying to get yourself all super
muscular for Karissa, eh? Just don’t overdo it!”
Mitch didn’t reply as Mark left him alone in the bathroom. Working
out? I haven’t worked out in the past couple of weeks… Yet, as Mitch
looked at himself in the mirror, he could tell that his body did look
more toned. His fine white dress shirt seemed tight across his chest,
and even his jacket and pants looked tighter.
As he looked himself over in the mirror, something odd happened. He
felt like the sleeves of his shirt were pulling up under his jacket.
He tried to take off his jacket, realizing how much tighter it had
gotten as he removed it. He finally pulled it off of his arms just in
time to see the sleeves of his shirt completely disappear. He let his
jacket drop to the floor, not noticing as it disappeared into
nothingness as soon as it hit the ground.
Mitch was amazed to see how muscular his arms looked. He had never
been a hairy guy, but his arm hair had definitely darkened and
thickened slightly, bringing a sharper definition to his muscles. He
watched in amazement as the knot on his tie completely unwound itself,
and the tie slid its way from around his neck. It began to move up to
his head, and although he tried to grab it, it seemed to be controlled
by a force significantly stronger than Mitch’s own strength. The tie
thickened around his ears, turning into a hard plastic, while the rest
of the tie moved itself around the top of his head and the bottom of
his neck, turning into rubber straps. Mitch watched as his hair grew
longer and shaggier, growing under the straps until they connected
both under his neck and two straps across his head, finishing his new
headgear. As Mitch looked at himself in the mirror, he realized
without a doubt that he was significantly younger, more than likely in
his late teens. That’s right, a voice said softly in his head. I
just turned 17 last month.
Wait, 17? Mitch thought. That couldn’t be right. But the voice in
his head kept confirming more and more that he was in fact 17, and
thoughts of being on local high school wrestling team filled his
brain.
He wasn’t able to dwell on these thoughts for long, as the
transformation that had begun on his shirt continued. Without the
tie, he noticed that the neck of the shirt was lowering, pulling the
fabric tighter around his shoulders. He felt the back of his shirt
and realized the same thing was happening in the back. The collar of
the shirt had completely vanished, and it looked like the shirt was
becoming more of a tank top. Instead of turning into cheap ribbed
cotton, however, the shirt felt smoother…Lycra, the voice in Mitch’s
head told him. The perfect fabric for a wrestling singlet.
Singlet?! Mitch thought desperately. He tried to untuck his shirt
from his pants, but found much to his dismay that they seemed to have
merged into one article of clothing. He watched in horror as the white
lycra turned into a lime green color, with the sides under his armpits
becoming a brilliant blue. This can’t be happening, Mitch thought,
but then realized that his slacks were starting to pull up on
themselves. They came higher and higher, eventually revealing his
knees, stopping a quarter of the way down his hips. He noticed that
his legs were a bit hairier, matching the rest of his body. His nice
pants also turned into a lycra fabric, turning the same lime green
color as his shirt had become, now completely fused together in the
center. The blue under his armpits proceeded down the length of his
new singlet turning towards his crotch, thinning as it reached the
bottom. Another blue spot on the sides of his singlet on the bottom
front part of it, while the same blue outlined the seams throughout
the entire piece of clothing. The singlet finished with the outline
of a blue “E” appearing on the front of his singlet, and the words
“East High Knights” appearing on his back.
The fabric then began to tighten significantly, showing off his
noticeable bulge. He realized in all of that happened with the
change, he was now completely freeballing, as his boxers had
disappeared when his singlet had finished forming. If there was any
doubt, the obvious outline of his penis showed itself proudly through
the tight singlet, revealing a nice bulge.
Yeah…freeballin’ is so comfortable when you’re wearing a singlet…The
ever growing stronger voice whispered in his thoughts. While he
continued to marvel at this change, he felt something thicken around
his knees. He watched in surprise as Brute Quick Strike kneepads
formed on both of his knees, protecting them in case anyone tried to
take him down quickly on the mat. He looked down at his expensive
Italian leather shoes and his dress socks, the last things to change.
They slowly started to change color, turning from black to a deep blue
to match the blue on his singlet. He watched as the dress socks
shrank down his leg a bit, to where just a bit appeared above the new
high top of the shoes that had formed around his ankles. The fabric
changed to a cheap cotton, barely appearing above the top of his shoe.
Three white stripes formed on both sides of each shoe, while the
tongue of the shoe turned into a gray mesh and the blue laces laced
themselves up around the tongue. The Adidas name and logo appeared at
the top of his new Adidas Tyrint III wrestling shoes.
Mitch looked himself over in the mirror. His skin had tanned
significantly. The tight singlet revealed his rippling muscles, and
his cock was strongly outlined in the front of the singlet, a damp
spot appearing above the head. His body had grown a bit hairier, not
excessively so, but definitely thicker than he had been before. His
youthful face and muscular body, though, made him the hit of all the
girls at school. He was definitely king of East High. Slowly but
surely, the old Mitch disappeared, replaced by a cocky new teenager.