For @tmaniowa. Thanks for the comm!
When he heard that the Doctor was hiding in New York City, he had to go find him. All the stories he heard online were true. After searching for months, he actually located several of the men that were transformed throughout all the lore. They told of the mythical man who would bring a person’s inner beauty outside, making them who they always knew they were destined to be! Thus, he knew what he had to do. Dedicated to the chance at a life beyond imagination, he dropped out of his graduate school to pursue this incredible future. Upon landing in New York, it was clear that the Doctor knew exactly what he was planning. Two men in suits, handsome beyond words, forcefully escorted him from his gate to the limousine waiting outside.
The darkened windows disallowed any sight of scenery or landmarks, completely blurring his journey. The entire time, the two men sat silent across from him in the limousine cabin, their eyes covered in sunglasses. Tension filled his mind. He had no idea what to expect. In fact, the men he interviewed never explained the transformation process, they just smirked and said, “It’s worth the wait.”
The limousine came to a halt, and the door opened to reveal a dangerous looking street and tenement. The building looked abandoned, but upon looking closer, one could recognize the original beauty in it’s architecture. Above the door, a faded insignia of ‘IMCP’ loomed. The men gently pushed forward into the tenement. Up a decrepit, winding set of stairs, and at the top landing was a surprisingly ornate ebony door. The man was beyond nervous, his heart rate pushing 200 bpm. In a feat of sheer will, he pushed the doors and entered the room.
Dark paisley wallpaper surrounded the penthouse, and ebony wainscoting subset it. An ornate crystal chandelier hung above a leather wingback chair, sitting before a monstrous gothic fireplace. Floor to ceiling windows were covered in dark red velvet curtains, constricting the abundant sunlight. The man stood silent in the room, before inquiring about the illusive doctor.
“You’ve come to solicit my services, young man.” The doctor sat in the wingback chair, hidden in shadow. “I’ve known of your arrival for some time now. You seriously thought my sons wouldn’t tell me of your interest?” The man quietly approached the chair, but the strangest, unspoken sense of etiquette before the mythical doctor restrained him. “Your dedication impresses me, young man. You are welcome within my ranks. Cast your clothes into the fire, and burn your old life away.” The young man did as he was told, and stripped, throwing his clothes, and wallet, into the fireplace. The doctor, still hidden in shadow, silently raised a finger to the open door to the roof.
In a plastic bag on the roof was a pair of grey and turquoise socks and underwear. A pair of sunglasses, identical to the bodyguards, rested atop the display. When the bag was opened, the thick smell of masculine musk smacked him in the face. The fabric was damp, clearly indicative of heavy recent usage. In light of his current sans-vetements situation, he realized the natural progression of the scenario. He slid the sweat damp sock onto his feet, still warm from the previous owner, and they were clearly several sizes too big. The underwear needed to be held by hand, so they would at least function as an article of clothing. Yet, the immense smell of sweat-filled gym hours began to seep into his mind. He quickly forgot his name. Or, no! That’s silly his name is Eddie, a typical guy from Iowa. No, wait. He was a sports guy, wasn’t he? Yeah. A gifted athlete, the top Lacrosse player in the state of Iowa. Drafted by the NYU Lax team. He studies undergrad Kinesiology. Part of his degree is working out! That’s why he is so swole. That’s why he knows what an adonis he is among his peers. That’s why he’s the captain of the Lacrosse team: brains and brawn.
His muscles inflated: rippled abs, thick biceps, meaty quads and hamstrings, and tight calves. His feet elongated and expanded to fill out the size 12 socks, and his groin grew to make a delectable bulge in the well worn boxer-briefs. His hair coiffed into a beautiful, wavy jock haircut. Two black diamond studs punctured his ears, while his body began to match and emit the same strong musk the socks and underwear originally held. By the end, Eddie flexed his hard-earned muscles, smiling at his beautiful life.
“Come in, my son. And show your father who you’ve become.” With a confident swagger he had always possessed, Eddie strode back into the penthouse, shutting the velvet curtains. The next morning, he jumped right back into the intense practices, workouts, studying, and partying of a collegiate pro-bound jock.
