Alex scopes out his body

Alex shook his head. He'd figure out what this place was doing to his genetics later. For now, he'd managed to turn himself back into the picture of youthful masculinity he'd been when he walked in. He looked his body up and down in the mirror.

To his relief, the muscles he'd worked so hard for were back to normal. He felt his pecs and arms. He'd been trying to catch up with Sam since they joined the swim team together. He started off as scrawny as Zack, but over the past two years, he had slowly developed his swimmer's build with defined arms, broad pecs, and hard won abs. He started swimming to catch the attention of the girls, and it worked. But even though he swam daily and hit the gym five days a week, he still couldn't manage to catch up to Sam's effortlessly perfect musculature. One time he found an excuse to feel Sam's pecs, and they were so much bigger and firmer than his, but Sam rarely went to the gym more than once a week. Just thinking about it made him so... jealous.

He held his cock and it twitched in response. He frowned, remembering how much bigger Sam's was than his. This wasn't news to him--they'd been sharing a locker room since high school and Alex sometimes stole looks while Sam was changing. It was only a few inches longer and an inch wider than Alex's average sized cock. But having felt it rock hard in his hands and feeling it throbbing on his lips as it slid down his throat really drove home the difference.

Gradually, it dawned on him. He looked down to discover that he was starting to get hard. Was the transformation still affecting his mind? It had to be. His dating history would confirm that he definitely very much liked girls, and he hadn't had a gay thought in his life. You know, other than scoping out his friend's cock and coming up with an excuse to feel his pecs. But there were perfectly straight reasons for that.

Anyway. He'd need some clothes other than those girly ones if he wanted to get out of here. Maybe this bedroom closet would have something at least vaguely gender neutral that he could wear. Or at least something that wouldn't attack and feminize him. Fingers crossed.