Some self-reflection before gym

Gym. Enzo had always hated gym. All the Alpha jocks would show off, or just fuck the teacher on the grass if she was a Local. This time, though, things were different.

Stripping down to his singlet and shorts in the locker room was the first opportunity he'd really had to observe his new developments. His face was different, that much was clear. More angular, less blocky. His lips looked puffier, too. If he didn't know any better he'd say he had a pair of DSLs. Were they glossy, too? And his hair--Shinier, and longer. It curled down around his ears, a few inches from his shoulders. It looked lighter too. While the tips were still his normal dark-brown, the roots were getting paler.

Looking further down, he saw lean, understated muscle appearing all over. His stomach--Flat. Thankfully, his cum gut had vanished. He wasn't ripped, but he was definitely taut. The only thing that wasn't flat and lean was his butt. What was going on back there? It looked almost obscene. He reached down to prod one of his cheeks, and gasped as the touch sent a tingle up his spine. He knew he wasn't that sensitive... Not normally... But none of this was normal. He was becoming something, or someone, totally different. When he looked at his new body, he thought of a dancer... Although, with an ass like that, he had a feeling he'd feel more at home at a strip club than a ballet studio.

As he was admiring himself, he felt something smack his rear... And the sensation leaped straight to the pleasure center in his brain.

"Hey, Enzo. Nice ass." It was Tom, one of his Alpha classmates, with a rolled-up towel in his hand. "Maybe I'll ride it sometime?"

Enzo tried to think of a comeback. Grow up? Pay me first? N-no, that's not right... But try as he might, Enzo couldn't get Tom's 'offer' out of his head. Why do I feel so hot all of a sudden? Oh my God, am I getting hard?

One of Tom's friends snickered and pointed at Enzo. "Look at his face, he totally wants it!"

Just then, the gym teacher blew her whistle, and everyone started filtering out of the locker rooms.

Saved by the bell, Enzo thought as he stepped out onto the field.