You pose and smile with brilliant white teeth for the mirror; enraptured by your new looks. You must be around 18 or 19 now, and good riddance to being 16, no more awkward years for you. You pay for the board shorts and a simple pair of sandals and walk out of the store, intelligence dropping all the way. You throw your old nerdy clothes in the first trash can you see, disgusted. Your new cali boy mind beckons you to the beach and the waves but you need to head home first; grab some food and maybe try out this new python.
You walk proudly home, shirtless and loving the looks from the babes and occasional dude as they stare in adoration and envy at your tan and chiseled chest. Your friend Adam dropped you off and you were supposed to call him for a ride home but the air feels so good. Your old body would’ve dropped dead after a block but the new you is a tireless, chick-attracting machine.
You make it home after a quick lunch head to your room for some ‘happy time.’ Just as your getting into it, picturing hot, sun-kissed Californian babes massaging your new pecs a series of loud knocks and a whiny, imperious squeak kills your buzz.
“Mathew!” Screams your annoying 12 year old brother, Tyler. “Mom said clean your room before she gets home, it’s a mess. Hey you better not be in there with a…” He opens the door and is momentarily stunned at seeing this older, stranger naked and jerking off in his brother’s room. “Who the Hell are you?!” He runs towards the phone.
“Chillax dude!” As soon as you call him ‘dude’ he freezes in his tracks, you watch the tight facial muscles relax and his eyes glow for a moment and turn a deep sea blue. As he comes out of his trance his face tightens again with discomfort. His entire body seems to be vibrating with a familiar energy. You notice his little shoes shaking the most violently, tears starting to appear as without warning they’re shredded, revealing larger, tan feet. Nothing remains except the soles of the shoes which expand rapidly under his feet, the torn bits of shoe lace wrapping around his bigger toes until he’s left wearing two, perfectly fitted sandals. You watch speechless as the energy moves upwards, lengthening his legs inch by inch and thickening his muscles, not to bodybuilder proportions but a decent size from working the board on rough waves and running to stay in shape. The few brown hairs he was beginning to acquire turn light blond and fade almost entirely away. The white pasty skin becomes a nice golden tan to rival yours; spreading from his feet and across his legs and under his shirt. He groans as his pants seem to rapidly shrink and tighten before bursting into a pair of floral board shorts like yours, growing down over his bigger legs as he continues growing taller until he’s just a few inches below you. You can hear the terrible cracking and watery noises as his insides are changed, his lungs expanding and once invisible muscles becoming apparent and powerful yet he seems to be in pleasure, not pain. You help him out of his disintegrating shirt, the few tattered remains becoming a choker around his thicker neck. His now tan chest tones itself up, not quite as chiseled as yours but still surely something to be envied with its smooth perfection. He watches his small fingers grow longer and thicker, his hands expanding, the energy pumping through his veins, through his arms causing his boyish arms to expand into true arms to be proud of. His biceps are decent, bulging out slightly as he pulls a pose in astonishment. Finally his face changes, his smile as blindingly white as yours but with boyish mischief, his cheek bones rising as his hair lightens and descends to his shoulders. The now 16, twinkish beach bunny surveys himself before saying in a cali accent “sweet dude!” You watch his intelligence drip down a little, a look of innocent bliss on his angelic face.
“Ty?” “Matt?” “Sweet” you say in unison.