There is always going to be someone skinnier, or prettier, or with better skin, and that same girl you’re looking at is comparing herself to someone else. Everyone is on their own path, and I wish someone would have told me that as a teenager long ago. Everyone is different and everyone is unique and no one should be letting anyone else dictate their life.
“I see you have been keeping up with your training.”
“That’s all I can do since I’m locked in this basement gym. It ain’t a bad gig though” said Brian walking toward the camera in his tight gym uniform.
“Take off your shirt.”
“Will do, sir.” And with that request he removed his black long sleeve compression shirt. He massaged his left shoulder with his right hand and flashed a smile at the camera.
“Excellent. That’s a good jock boy. I have an assignment for you.”
“You name it, boss.”
“That’s what I like to hear”
Brian wasn’t always a jock. In fact, he was far from one. He used to be made fun of for being a skinny, nerd. He had wished he was hot like the athletes he saw in sports magazines so he could gain some confidence in himself.
One day he got a mysterious letter. It read “If you are looking for the new life you always wanted, come to this address….”
Brian was confused, but he was also very desperate. He followed the instruction of the letter and went to the address the next day. He knocked on the door. It was slightly open. “Hello?” As soon as he walked him, he was ambushed from the side by a masked man who held him and stuck a needle in his neck. He had passed out. The next thing he knew he woke up naked, on the floor of what appeared to be a very open gym area with punching bags and weights.
Confused and scared, he looked around frantically at the space he was in. He looked down at his hands to find that they were not his own. His eyes traveled from his hands to his arms and down to his torso and penis. He was completely built like one of the fitness models from a magazine. He heard a voice.
“Glad to see you are awake”
“Who’s there? What do you want? Where am I?”
“So many questions. Does it really matter? You got what YOU wanted didn’t you?”
Brian remembered the letter. “A new life you always wanted…”
“This is your new life now. Your entire purpose as of right now is to maintain the body I have given you. Be the fitness model you always wanted. Your uniform is on the chair in the corner”
Brian saw a pair of running shoes, black tights, and a long sleeve black compression shirt. He quickly went over to the chair to grab the clothes. Even in his new body, he was still very shy being naked. He pulled the black tights over his massive calves and thighs. The fabric hugged his now growing hard on. He then put on the shirt feeling the tightness over his torso and arms. He rubbed his newfound body from his arms to his torso. He even flexed his bicep for the man behind the camera to see.
“That’s it, boy. You will find a new sense of confidence and joy in your body from now on.”
Brian shot a cheeky smile. “Thanks, but what’s in it for you.”
“I knew you were a smart one. All I ask in return is that you stay here and just continue working out for now. I will call for you when I need you.”
“Sounds good to me.” Brian said as he walked over to the punching bag.