The elevator slowed to a stop and the chime notifying that it had reached it’s destination startled Peter. He must have been spacing out or something. The girls were chattering away as they exited the elevator. “I wish I had as many followers as you! It’s all because of your body building stuff!” Cindy complained. Between her relatively short stature and bulging muscles Lynn was a sight to behold.
“I told you I would totes train you, Cindy!” Lynn offered for what she felt was the umpteenth time. “Yeah, maybe I’ll take you up on that. I just need something to stand out like you do,” Cindy replied. Peter looked at the muscled teen and couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. He’d always – or at least according to his altered memories – wished he could build muscle like that. As far as he could remember he had always had a very slight built. If anything he had a somewhat feminine shape.
The doors closed and somehow it didn’t even occur to Peter to hit the button for his floor. When the elevator stopped on another floor …
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