Time to hit the gym

Evelyn stood in the lab’s small bathroom, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow on her reflection. She had been staring at herself for what felt like hours, her fingers tracing the subtle curves of her new chest. The Swap Gun had worked perfectly—Rachel’s B-cup breasts now adorned her once-flat chest, filling out her lab coat in a way that made her feel… different. Powerful. Desirable.

But as she turned to the side, her eyes lingered on the rest of her body. Her arms were still thin and pale, her waist undefined, her legs short and unremarkable. She frowned, her fingers tightening around the edge of the sink. _It’s not enough, she thought. I need more._

Her mind drifted to Dr. Marcus Lee, the man who had occupied her thoughts for far too long. He was everything she wasn’t—tall, confident, effortlessly charming. She had tried to catch his eye countless times, but he barely seemed to notice her. She was just another face in the lab, another colleague to nod at in passing. But now, with the Swap Gun in her possession, she had the power to change that.

The sound of voices outside the bathroom door snapped her out of her thoughts. She glanced at her watch—it was almost lunchtime. Perfect. She had an hour to herself, and she knew exactly how she was going to spend it.

Time to hit the gym, she thought as she slipped into a spare change of clothes she kept in her locker in the lab. “Why bother working for it when I can just take it?” she muttered to herself, her fingers brushing against the Swap Gun tucked into the waistband of her leggings. The sleek, matte-black device felt cool against her skin, a constant reminder of the power she now held. The gym was only a short walk from the lab, but Evelyn felt like she was stepping into another world. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and disinfectant, the sound of clanging weights and rhythmic music filling the space. She clutched her gym bag tightly, her heart racing as she scanned the room. Women of all shapes and sizes moved through their workouts, their bodies glistening with effort. Evelyn’s eyes darted from one to the next, her mind already cataloguing the traits she wanted to steal.

First, she spotted a fitness instructor leading a group class. The woman was in her late twenties, her toned arms flexing as she demonstrated a series of bicep curls. Her skin was smooth and golden, her muscles defined but not overly bulky. Perfect.

Evelyn slipped into the back of the class, pretending to follow along with the exercises. She waited until the instructor turned her back, then pulled the Swap Gun. Her hands trembled as she aimed it at the woman, selecting Arm Definition from the menu. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. _What if someone sees me? _But the thought of Marcus finally noticing her pushed her forward. She pulled the trigger.

The gun hummed softly, a faint blue light emanating from the barrel. Evelyn felt a strange tingling sensation in her arms, like a thousand tiny needles prickling her skin. She looked down, her eyes widening as she watched her thin, pale arms begin to change. The muscles tightened and grew, her skin smoothing out as it took on a healthy, sun-kissed glow. Within moments, her arms were toned and sculpted, the veins faintly visible beneath her skin. She flexed experimentally, a grin spreading across her face as she felt the power in her new muscles.

Across the room, the fitness instructor paused mid-rep, her arms suddenly feeling weaker, less defined. She frowned, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. Her once-toned arms now looked softer, her muscles less pronounced. _What the hell? she thought, flexing her biceps. Did I overdo it yesterday? _Shaking her head, she pushed the thought aside and continued the class, unaware of what had just happened.

_It worked, _she thought, her confidence growing. Now for the rest.

Next, she spotted a yoga enthusiast stretching near the mirrors. The woman was in her early thirties, her body lean and flexible. Her waist was impossibly small, her abs faintly visible beneath her crop top. Evelyn’s eyes lingered on the woman’s midsection, a pang of envy twisting in her stomach. She wanted that.

She approached casually, pretending to stretch nearby. When the woman bent forward into a deep lunge, Evelyn quickly aimed the Swap Gun and selected Waist Definition. The blue light flashed, and Evelyn felt a wave of heat spread through her torso. She gasped as her waist cinched in, her ribs shifting as her body reshaped itself. Her stomach flattened, her abs tightening into a faint six-pack. She ran a hand over her new midsection, her breath catching at the sensation. She looked incredible.

The yoga enthusiast, meanwhile, straightened up, her hand instinctively going to her waist. It felt… different. Softer, more pudgy. She glanced down, her eyes widening as she noticed her once-defined waist now had a slight curve, her abs less visible. _What’s going on? _she thought, her brow furrowing. I’ve been eating clean and working out every day. How is this happening? She shook her head, trying to brush off the unsettling feeling, but the doubt lingered.

Finally, she turned her attention to a runner on the treadmill. The woman was tall, her long legs moving effortlessly as she ran. Evelyn’s eyes traced the lines of her calves and thighs, her heart racing with anticipation. She wanted those legs.

She waited until the runner stepped off the treadmill to grab a towel, then aimed the Swap Gun and selected Leg Length and Definition. The blue light flashed, and Evelyn felt a strange pulling sensation in her legs, like her bones were stretching and reshaping themselves. She stumbled, catching herself on a nearby bench as her height increased from 5’2” to 5’6”. Her legs grew longer and leaner, her calves and thighs toned and muscular. She looked down at her new legs, her breath hitching at the sight. They were perfect.

The runner, meanwhile, felt a sudden heaviness in her legs, as if they were smaller, less powerful, her strides seeming shorter. She glanced down, her eyes widening as she noticed her once-long legs now appeared stockier, her stride less graceful. _What the…? _she thought, her heart racing. Did I injure myself without realising it? She grabbed her phone, quickly Googling symptoms of muscle atrophy, completely unaware of the Swap Gun’s role in her sudden change.

By the time Evelyn returned to the lab, she felt like a completely different person. Her body was toned and athletic, her confidence soaring with every step. She couldn’t wait to see Marcus’s reaction.

But when she approached him, his response was… underwhelming. He glanced up from his computer, his dark eyes scanning her briefly before returning to his work. “Hey, Evelyn,” he said casually, his tone indifferent. “How was your workout?” Noticing her in gym gear.

Evelyn’s heart sank, but she **** a smile. “Pretty good.”

Marcus nodded, already turning back to his screen. “Nice. Keep it up.”

As she walked away, Evelyn’s mind raced. She had the body she’d always wanted, but it wasn’t enough. Marcus still didn’t see her—not really. She needed more. She needed charm, charisma, something that would make him truly notice her.