I woke up the next morning in one of the many large bedrooms of the mansion with a sore head, and a hot hunk sleeping next to me. As my mental fog began to clear, I remembered that we had enjoyed a very sensual evening together during the soirée.

I got up and caught my reflection in a mirror across the room. My blonde hair was a mess, I looked tired, and I felt like crap. So I clicked my fingers and retransformed myself into a perfectly presented dark-haired muscle man with designer stubble. This also instantly eradicated the hangover, leaving me with a clear head, and an energetic feeling. Quite the trick!

I looked down at the sleeping stud who I had spent the night with, and came to the realisation that he might have been a pot plant prior to my transformation of the house. It was hard to keep track sometimes. I shrugged my shoulders and left the bedroom, leaving the former pot plant to experience his first full day as an inked-up fitness hunk.

I re-transformed my clothes into some tight fitting jeans and t-shirt, and then discreetly left the mansion before aimlessly wandering the streets of the city. It was the same city I had known all my life, but it all felt so different now. Then I realised, it wasn’t the city that had changed, it was me!

As I entered the more populated areas, I noticed that I was getting a lot of admiring looks from men and women alike. I enjoyed this at first, but then it began to get annoying. So I transformed myself into a nerdy looking guy with glasses and a backpack that no-one would look at twice – otherwise known as my original body! It had been quite a few days since I had been in this body and it kind of felt comfortable, like pulling on an old pair of jeans. Strangely, I no longer felt self-conscious about my appearance like I used to.

I descended down to the subway and jumped on to the first train that arrived.

I sat down and looked at the young guy sitting opposite me. He was kind of cute in a chubby, awkward sort of way. I noticed that he looked a bit depressed and I decided that a few changes to his appearance might cheer him up a bit.

The first thing I did was replace his flabby flesh with trim, thick muscle. I loved it as I watched his face and waist slim down, and at the same time his arms, legs and chest became thick, full and solid. The next thing I did was update up his face a bit, giving him sparkly blue eyes and pretty-boy bone structure. Then, I decided that it would be a waste to leave his new muscular legs hidden under jeans, so I replaced the jeans with tight denim shorts that wonderfully revealed his new powerfully thick thighs and calves. Finally, I added a few finishing touches with a splash of bling and a tattoo on his left forearm.

As I got off the train, I took one final look at my masterpiece, and added a backstory to his reality. As I stepped off the train, I saw that he was smiling now – and he every reason to, thanks to his hot body, and successful bodybuilder lifestyle.

As I walked down the platform, I couldn’t help but smile too.