Leonard opened his eyes. It was Friday, the end of the week. Just one more day until the big sci-fi con. He had been looking forward to it for months. His favorite comic book author was going to be there and he was finally going to get his autograph.
But all that anticipation melted away fast, as he remembered what had happened to him the previous night.
Leonard pulled his bedsheets off of himself and saw his "new" muscular body underneath. He had been turned into a jock. He didn't even have his comic books anymore. His life was totally different.
He could, of course, still go to the convention, but he didn't have the comic book he was going to take for the autograph. It was a first-print edition. It's not like he could just go out and buy another one.
Leonard was devastated. He had been looking forward to that day for months and just two days before it, this happens to him. Why did all of this have to happen to me? he thought.
Mike woke up to the smell of pancakes. It was weird, because he was never that sensitive to smells before. The thought of pancakes, smothered in butter and syrup, or maybe jam, made him hungry. He hadn't eaten a lot the previous night, mainly because ...
Then he remembered.
He pulled back his covers and stared at his fat and flabby form. It wasn't a dream. It was real. He really had become a fat, ugly geek.
"Michael," his mom called out from the hall. "Breakfast is ready. I hope you're feeling better today. I made your favorite meal."
He sniffed the air and smiled when he smelled the sweet aroma of pancakes and bacon. He shook his head. What am I doing? he thought. I'm not like that. I'm not a pig. From this moment, I'm going on a diet. Soon, I'll be back to my normal fit self. But then his mind turned back to the sweet smells coming from the kitchen. He was so hungry. He didn't think he could just forget about eating food, especially food that smelled that good.
So, he got out of bed, using his hands to push himself up, and waddled out of his room and into the kitchen, first making sure that he put a shirt on beforehand. He didn't want to observe his flabby body jiggling as he walked.
On the kitchen table was a plate with a stack of six pancakes, drenched with syrup, and sides of bacon and sausage. Mike had always tried to stay physically fit, which meant keeping to a diet. He never ate anything as unhealthy as this. But at the moment, that didn't seem to matter. Licking his lips, he sat down and began to eat, stuffing his face with the greasy food. He didn't want to be a pig. But that's what he was now. And that's what he would always be.
