Hearing his alarm clock going off, Jon woke up and stretched. He immediately noticed that something was wrong ... or just different? Pulling his bed sheets off of him, he got out of bed and looked at himself in his bedroom mirror.
"What the ..." he uttered, staring at himself. He was dressed in only a pair of boxers, but that wasn't what stunned him.
He was muscular. Like, way muscular. In fact, he looked like one of the many jocks at the high school. He even had a buzz-cut hairdo. Jon turned this way and that, trying to get a look at his new physique from all angles, and that was when he noticed that parts of his bedroom were different as well. In place of his various video game consoles and stacks of games was weight-lifting equipment. Instead of minor academic awards on his bookshelves, he saw athletic awards, quite a lot of them for excellence in football. And his movie posters were all replaced by posters of sexy women in bikinis. It was like he had the life of a jock now! It was clear to him that whoever got his name made these changes to him (or was it just one big change?), but who could it be who got his name?
Feeling the need to relieve himself, Jon headed out of his bedroom, then down the hall to the bathroom. On the way there, though, he stopped and looked at the family portrait hanging on the wall. Everyone looked the same as always (the photo was taken a year ago), but Jon looked as he did now, like a jock. Could it be that all of reality had changed? Was he, and maybe the person who got his name, the only ones who noticed that things were different?
"Hey, shit-for-brains, outta the way," Zoe declared, walking past him. She was in her usual bad mood. When Zoe reached the bathroom, she went inside.
"Hold on. I need to use the toilet," he said, approaching the bathroom door.
"Wait your turn," she snapped. "It's not my fault that you're fast on the field, but slow in the head." She then slammed the door in his face.
Fast on the field? Okay, that settled it. For some reason, Jon was the only one who seemed to notice that he was different. He ended up using the downstairs bathroom, as he only wanted to use the toilet. It was at that time that he noticed that his muscles and new hairdo weren't the only changes to his body. His cock was twice as big! He was totally hung! He spent a little time (maybe a bit too much time, actually) looking at his new appendage, then he got done with his business and headed back up to his bedroom.
Once back in his room ...
