Paul Anderson, friend of Nadine Ferguson, was doing what he usually did every morning: reading his Bible. But then, suddenly, he was hit with a wave of disorientation, which caused him to shut his eyes momentarily. And when he opened them, he was no longer holding the "good book". Instead, he was holding a dirty magazine with pictures of naked girls. Disgusted, he threw the filthy thing aside, and that's when he noticed that he was naked and his penis was fully erect.
He jumped out of bed and looked for something to put on. He wouldn't dare let his parents see him like this, or anyone for that matter. But when he looked around his bedroom, he realized that nothing looked the same. The posters on the wall, the books on the shelves, even the DVD movies stacked near the TV, they all had two things in common: girls and sex.
Paul closed his eyes. Maybe he was dreaming this and he could just wake up from this nightmare, but when he opened his eyes, nothing had changed.
He frantically looked around and found a pair of boxer shorts. He didn't wear boxer shorts. Where had these clothes come from? Where had any of this come from? It was definitely still his bedroom, but it was almost like it belonged to someone else. Maybe someone like that aptly named Randy Goodman guy at school. Paul could definitely imagine someone like him living here.
He looked through his closet and that's when he saw the football jersey. Football? He wasn't on the football team. He didn't even have the body for it. He ...
Paul stopped and stared at himself in the bedroom mirror. He didn't even notice before, but he was definitely muscular. Maybe not as big as some of the football players (like Mike "The Moose" Matthews), but there was no mistaking it. He was a jock.
How could this be happening?
