Walter opened his eyes. It was Friday morning, the end of the school week. Usually, he looked forward to this day, because it meant that he was only a half a day away from going home and reading more of his sci-fi novels. That's what he would do all weekend, in fact. Just reading. He loved his books, so it shouldn't be a shock to find out that he spent most of his time reading them.
But all of his anticipation for Friday was now gone, thanks to what happened to him the previous night. He was a jock now. His body and life were totally different. He was in unknown territory, expected to act a certain way, have certain desires and certain distastes.
After getting out of bed, he stood in front of his bedroom mirror. It was like he was looking at someone else, with his face. He reached up and touched one his muscular pecs, feeling the firmness of it. It was all alien to him.
It was strange, but even though he had one of the most muscular bodies of anyone at the high school, he felt like the weakest person alive. He didn't know if he could handle living his "new" life.
When Randy woke up, all he wanted was to just go back to sleep. He couldn't do it. He couldn't go to school as he was. He was disgusting. Greasy hair, oily skin, scrawny body. It was a never-ending nightmare.
So, Randy pulled the covers of his head and fell back to sleep.
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door, waking him up again. "Randall, shouldn't you be getting to school?" It was his mom.
If I hear someone call me Randall one more time ...
He looked at his clock and saw that he only had a half of an hour to get to class. He groaned, as he got out of bed. It took almost ten minutes to walk to school, so that left about fifteen minutes to get ready. That wasn't enough time. He couldn't even take a shower. And he really needed one.
"Why is this happening to me?" he asked the empty room. "What did I do to deserve this?"
