Ty managed to find himself on the opposite end of the shower room, as
Andy hosed off and chatted with a couple of his jock buds.
"Great dismount, Andy, ya really nailed it," said Curtis, who was
coping with a recent growth spurt that was messing up his own
dismounts.
Andy started for a second as he felt a twinge in his biceps as they
grew slightly.
"Uh, thanks, Curt, you do a mean iron cross," Andy replied as he
lathered up the liquid soap.
Another twinge, this time his calves grew.
"Andy, Curt, you know I'd like to sit down and really dissect our
routines. I'm best a vaulting, and Andy you're the dismount king, and
Curt - you gotta share your secret for -" he paused as he stared at
Andy's belly. "How'dya do that, Andy?"
"Do what?"
"How did you make your abs go from a four pack to a six pack - just
now?"
"What? You must be imaginin- whoa, you're right! I did feel a twinge
there just when you called me the dismount king - and I felt other
twinges ever since I got in the shower. Like every time we talked
about gymnastics," Andy said.
"You're kidding, just talking about working out, pumping weights,
doing gymnastics makes your muscles gr- damn, your glutes just got
more defined!" said Curt.
Oh, oh, thought Ty, they caught on too soon. If they catch me
lingering around they might figure out I'm responsible. Still, I
don't want to miss what happens now that he knows how to make his
muscles grow. Ty exited the shower and found himself standing in front
of Andy's locker. The lock uncoupled, and the door swung open. He
looked over Andy's gear for a place to hide. He'd switch places with
something Andy was wearing, so he could be intimately aware of all the
discussion and changes. But what should he become...