Karyn looked up and saw exactly the kind of guy she was thinking about. Definitely a jock. He was standing in front of her wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. Built like a football player, with bulging arms and a thick chest.
Before Karyn even took the time to wonder why he had suddenly appeared in front of her, she brought her hand to her face to give her hair a playful toss. The jock did the same and when Karyn felt her own hair, the realization hit her.
She was standing in front of a mirror.
Looking down, Karyn began to panic. She had definitely become the jock standing in front of here. Peering over her barrel of a chest, she nearly collapsed when she saw a penis hanging down between her legs. She was a man and she was naked.
Taking stock of her situation, she glanced around and it looked like she was in some sort of locker room.
Karyn ran over to her locker, too flustered to wonder how she knew what locker was hers. The nameplate read Juan Martin Hernandez and all her rugby gear in the locker looked perfectly familiar even though she had never seen it before.
There was another mirror on the side of her locker and she again marvelled at what a hot body she was looking at. His thick hairy calves and smooth pecs and his perfect face and short brown hair. She absentmindedly reached down to touch herself and felt her penis getting hard. She was amazed at how good it felt when she touched it.
Just then, she heard a door open across the room as someone walked in.
