A man (the main path)

You awaken in bed with a start, chest heaving and body covered with a cold sweat and pitching the strongest case of morning wood to date. That was the fifth time this week. These strange dreams and visions of visceral sex and debauchery flooded your mind and grew more powerful each night. You take a moment to catch your bearings and glance out your bedroom window. Still dark. You reach over to your bedside table and check your phone. Almost 6. Your alarm was set to go off any minute. Sighing to yourself, you swing your legs out and onto the floor, then shuffle to the bathroom.

The house was quiet, one advantage to the early morning hours. Both of your housemates were still asleep. Ideal, you had no desire to explain to them your current state of affairs. As you enter the bathroom, also the only bathroom in the 4-bedroom home, your hand moves to switch on the light, careful to adjust the brightness with a small dial so as to not blind your sight. As your vision adjusts to the dim glow, you strip off your sleeping attire and move to the shower, going through your routine of a hot shower, brushing your teeth, combing your hair, etc. Pausing before stepping under the stream, you turn toward the mirror and are met with a strange sight.

Your irises were a sharp yellow, with vertical slits for pupils. You recoil in shock.

"What in the hell...?" you whisper to yourself.

With careful steps forward, you take a closer look at yourself and get your breathing back under control. For all you knew, it could just be a hazy hallucination from your dream world. You blink once, twice, three times, slowly and deliberately, bringing your vision into full focus. The features remained.

"Freaky," was your simple comment, in awe of yourself.

Your gaze cuts to your mouth as you speak. Pulling your lips back to inspect your teeth, you find them perfectly white and straightened, and your incisors were notably more pronounced. Your tongue gingerly runs across the tip. Sharp. Your inspection continues down to your body and your fascination grew. Your muscles were defined, far more than they ever were in the past. Granted, you were going to the gym more often now and had already seen the onset of changes that you wanted.

You weren't getting any younger, and now that you had just turned 30, the idea of leading a more healthy lifestyle was more pronounced in your mind. Still, you hadn't expected a dream bod overnight. Yet here you stood, seemingly with exactly that staring back at you in the face. Your hands trace each muscle, your pecs, your shoulders, your biceps and triceps, and your visible abs, and you can't help but laugh. Either you were still dreaming or some otherwordly power decided to bless you with its good graces. Given your now clear mind and the changes to your eyes and teeth, you were more inclined to it being the latter.

You read about this phenomenon before in some niche Reddit forums, of spiritual and sometimes even physical transformation, but those always referred to long-term changes, not an overnight snap of the fingers, and never to this degree. Spiritualists called it manifestation, religious followers called it prayer, witchcraft called it magic, science called it quantum physics, and so on and so forth. Never in your wildest dreams did you believe it could happen as it has now, yet here you were with the proof staring you in the face.

Whatever the explanation, you could find out in your own time. For now, these oddly demonic features were unnerving even to you, and while you could explain away the eyes as easily as trying on new cosmetic contacts, the teeth would be more difficult. Having some basic understanding of meditation, spiritualism, and spellcraft from some witchier friends, you close your eyes and focus on the energy shifting and cycling through your body. In a clear, inner voice, you command your new eyes and teeth to return to their original states. You feel the energy shift accordingly, and you open your eyes once more to see familiar baby browns staring back at you. You check your teeth. Not quite as white or sharp, and the one tooth in front was slightly crooked, but it was your mouth.

Satisfied, you set about with your routine, and by 7, you had cleaned up, dressed, and eaten a light breakfast. The day was yours to attack.