When I opened the box, and saw the content inside, I knew that there must have been some mix-up in the mailing system: inside was a well-crafted, golden ring, with a red stone, which I guess was a ruby, set on top of it.
I slipped it over one of my four fingers, turning my hand, examining its beauty.
"You know what," I thought to myself, "I'm gonna keep it. What's the worst that could happen?"
I left the kitchen and was just about to climb the stairs to my room when I heard my brother calling: "Hey, bro, can you take out the trash for me?"
"Why can't you do it?" I shouted back.
"Because I don't want to," he simply answered.
Being the elder brother, Jack always had a nasty habit of thrusting his chores on me. Even as a grown adult he still did. I had little choice bu to do as he said, for this was his house, meaning his rules, and I had no intention of moving back with my parents.
With a sigh, I went back to the kitchen. There were two of them, all tied up, waiting to be taken out, an unbearable stench coming from them. I discovered, when I picked them up, that they were quite heavy as well.
"Dame," I though, carrying the first rubbish bag outside, "Are there rocks packed into these things?"
As I struggled towards the door, I passed the living-room, and it was then that I felt my ring heat up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of light, like a lightning bolt, pass between my brother, who was still lazing on the sofa, and the ruby set on the ring.
I was puzzled, but then I felt a surge, as if I received an injection of adrenaline, course through my body. The rubbish bag suddenly felt a whole lot lighter, and my clothes also felt less baggy on my frame.
So surprised at what just transpired, I allowed the bag to fall to the floor as I rushed up the stairs; I had to see what happened to me.
Running into my room, I took off my jacket and then my shirt underneath, and then I stood in front of my mirror, which was attached to a built-in closet.
My body was nothing special: a thin figure that had twig-like arms and every rub was so visible against the skin that you could count it.
Now I could see, whatever the ring did to me, its effects: My ones flat chest had two bumps - which I assumed were chest muscle - forming across it, my ones thin arms looked much thicker, and my abdominal - though it showed no sixpack yet - wasn't so flat anymore.
I gave my arm a flex and a noticed how a small bulge formed. I gave my ring a look, realizing just how much power I have in my hands.
But it was just then that I heard something downstairs...
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