When Mike finally got back to his house, he went straight to his room and collapsed on his bed. He never felt so tired in his life. With his new fat body, he could barely even move around.
Lying on his bed, he looked around his room, noticing for the first time how different it was. His weight-lifting equipment was replaced by a computer workstation. All his sports posters were gone, replaced by comic book superhero posters. And all of his athletic magazines were replaced by comic books and video games. From the look of it, he was a big comic book fan.
Mike hated comics. And he hated the losers that read them. The first chance he had, he was going to trash them.
Still sweating from his walk home, he tried to sit up. But he couldn't. It was too difficult. He began to cry. How am I supposed to live like this? he thought.
"Michael! Dinner's ready," his mom shouted from down the hall.
Did she just call me Michael? he thought. As far back as he could remember, everyone always called him Mike. He supposed it was just one more thing that was different in this new reality. But Mike wished that it was the only thing different.
Leonard looked at himself in his new bedroom mirror. He lifted up his spandex shirt and stared at his muscular chest. Given how he looked before, he never thought it would ever be possible to look like this. Not that he was really interested to look like this, though. He wasn't into sports and stuff like that. He was only interested in his comic books and sci-fi movies.
That thought triggered depression. He looked around his new bedroom, really for the first time, noticing that all his comics were gone. He knew for a fact that Mike Matthews (the guy he switched with) hated comic books, as he picked on Leonard on more than one occasion, specifically because Leonard was a comic book fan. And now he was supposed to be like that? No way. Leonard was not going to turn into a comic-hater. The first chance he had, he was going to buy new comics.
From the look of things, his new persona was more interested in exercise and football than anything else. Those two things were completely foreign to Leonard. Given his original obesity, he obviously never exercised. And he wasn't into sports.
"Lenny! Dinner's ready," his mom called out to him from the kitchen.
Leonard didn't know if he could get used to people calling him Lenny.
