Have you ever wondered if there’s a parallel universe somewhere where there’s a version of yourself who is super successful, or popular, or a total muscle jock?

Being the Trekkie science nerd that I was back then, I used to think about parallel universes a lot. Then one night I had a strange lucid dream where I was shown the blueprints and schematics of a dimension hopping device. The next morning I wasted no time in ordering the necessary parts, using my dad’s credit card which I snuck out from his wallet when he wasn’t looking.

Two weeks later the device was assembled in my bedroom and ready to switch on. I didn’t really think it would work, but it was worth a try, so I took a deep breath and powered it up.

It’s very difficult to explain what it feels like to have your consciousness pulled from your body and stretched between multiple dimensions all at once, so I won’t try, but I could instantly see a million, or a billion, or maybe an infinite number of parallel versions of myself. Some were only slightly different, like their favourite colour was green instead of blue, but others were a lot different. I found myself focusing in on one particular version of myself, and in an instant, my consciousness snapped into his body like a magnet.

Now I was no longer in my bedroom. Instead, I was standing in some kind of gym, looking at my own reflection. Except, this reflection was VERY different from the one I was used to seeing. This version of me was a gym-obsessed muscle jock!

I instantly found myself proudly flexing my huge new biceps in front of the mirror. Those arms which had always been so skinny, were now thick all the way along, from the trunk-like forearms, the boulder-like biceps, and the devastating deltoids. My lats flared out beneath my flexed arms, huge and thick like muscle-wings. Meanwhile my slab-like pecs perfectly protruded their powerful shape through the thin fabric of my tight gym vest.

Yeah, I was a bodybuilder now – a proper teenage bodybuilder.

I wanted to see more of this exceptional new body of mine, but I thought I’d better go somewhere more private. I found an empty changing room, and wasted no time in stripping myself naked. Once my legs were revealed from beneath my shorts, I was delighted to find that they were just as thick and muscular as the rest of my new body. My cock was longer and thicker too, and I could no longer resist the urge to jerk myself off. I let out a masculine growl as I reached the most incredible sexual climax of my life.

After cleaning myself up, I took one last admiring look at my naked body in the changing room mirror. I felt so confident, so proud, so masculine. These were all new experiences for me.

From that day on, I lived the life of the parallel me. His personality was now my personality. I loved bodybuilding, playing sports, and socialising with my popular jock friends. I never watched Star Trek, or science documentaries, and the blueprints for the dimension machine faded from my mind completely. Not as if I cared. Why would I want to travel to another universe when I was already in the perfect one?