David Anderson, 18.

As David Anderson's mother tucked her little boy into bed for one last time, she sighed as she thought about how fast time had passed. "Tomorrow, you will be a man." She told her son. "Are you ready for tomorrow?"
David shrugged. "I guess. I mean, it is hard to believe that I am just going to wake up tomorrow morning and have my powers."
"That is how it works. You wake up on the morning of your eighteenth birthday and your powers are just there. It is magic, best not to think too hard about it." David's mom told him. "Try to get some rest dear. You are going to have a busy day tomorrow." She said giving him a kiss on the forehead which, using her powers, knocked the boy out cold.

When David woke up the next morning. He felt amazing. He stood up to see that his body had transformed. He was toned, cut, and sinewy. His practiced his one hand pushups and even found out that he could stick to walls and crawl on ceilings. As David wondered what else he could do he heard his mother shouting from downstairs. "DAVID. It is time." David looked down at his pajamas with a sigh before he walked downstairs.

His mother had invited what seemed like half the neighborhood, most of the family, and way, way too many girls from school. "Alright ladies. Let's get a look at the new man." David's mother said before the young man felt his clothes torn from his body be telekinesis and set ablaze. David stood in front of the crowd of women who went wild and started taking their turns at fondling his now permanently exposed body.