Get up!

No sense in putting off the inevitable. James swung his legs out from under the covers, planted his feet on the wooden floor of his room and stood up. He looked over at the mirror that was on his dresser and saw himself in a pair of boxers. He hooked one thumb around his boxers and moved them down his thighs until they were on the floor and then looked back at himself in the mirror. He saw a lightly tanned young man in his late teens, well muscled and lithe with more weight than usual in his shoulders and back on account of being a gymnast. Feeling good, he stepped out of his room over to the bathroom for a shower.