I’m so in love with my new biceps. It’s hard to believe that only six months ago, I was an ageing, overweight nerd, full of anxiety. Back then, my arms were just flab. Well, look at my arms now.

The changes didn’t happen overnight. The first thing I noticed was a bit of weight loss – nothing too strange about that. The next thing was my receding hairline started to fill back in, and my face looked a bit younger. I put these things down to imagination to start with. Meanwhile, there were odd changes to my personality. I had always hated sports, but now I found myself watching football on TV, and enjoying it. I started to want to play it. Then, I noticed that objects in my house seemed lower down, as if I was standing on tip-toes all the time. It turned out I was actually increasing in height! Then I started going to the gym. Then I started enjoying the gym. Then I started loving the gym.

Now, six months later, I'm literally a different person. I am a fit and trendy young muscle boy, who can’t get enough of his own huge biceps. Yeah, I fucking love these beautiful big biceps.

I still don’t know how this all happened, or why, but I actually don’t care. I’m the happiest...and horniest...that I’ve ever been in my life. I work out and play sports during the day, and I go to the clubs and have sex almost every night. I'm living the life of a hot twenty-five year old extrovert. It’s the life I always wanted to live when I was twenty-five the first time, but was too scared. Well, I’m not scared anymore. Why should I be afraid of anything when I've got biceps like these?