Get cleaned up.

Marcus's orgasm stupor is brought to an end by the steady drip, drip, drip of cold little cum droplets starting to fall down from the ceiling. He cleans things up as best he can and then goes to shower and get ready for work. His shift at Albert's General Store starts in about an hour, and he can't afford to be late.

Stepping out of the steamy shower, Marcus examines himself in the mirror. Weirdly, he seems shorter than he's used to being.

And does he look... younger?

Marcus realizes he's got less body hair than he's used to having. His skin is smooth and soft, any wrinkles he once carried seem to have melted away. He looks 20 again. Otherwise, Marcus's body is familiar: his lithe frame shows signs of exercise and healthy eating habits, but he is neither heavily muscled nor especially thin.

He returns to his bedroom and pulls open his underwear drawer. It is empty. Just, completely empty. Strange.

But it doesn't matter that much; Marcus enjoys freeballing it when he can. He pulls on a pair of tight black skinny jeans and his favorite band t-shirt.

Before heading out the door he remembers that his bank account was showing zero, so he logs back into the website to double check. Sure enough, he's flat broke. The most recent transaction listed shows a debit from a company called GAME OF LIFE.

Seeing the words brings the memory of everything that happened crashing back down on him. It was all real. Everything came true!

The idea is terrifying. And exhilarating.

He wonders whether the game will return... what might happen next.