Feeling the dull ache in his knee after a day of use. Icing it with care as he settled into his chair he dreamed of what he suffered from it. He could have been a star he told himself. What mansion might he live in now. Losing his beloved wife who produced two children he struggled to understand. He understood well that he searched for an escape from his misfortunes. He cared for his children but with Courtney he couldn’t relate to her as she chattered on about her latest beauty care tidbit. Kyle sheltered himself in his room rarely leaving his online world. He cared nothing for anything outside of it. Harold wondered what Kyle would do when he graduated. Probably community college or something like that. He just didn’t feel close enough to broach the subject. Harold would give him some time to “find” himself like with Courtney. She found her way into beauty school.
Flipping the channel to a show about pickers finding treasure among trash. He examined his own prize as it played in the back round. Reading through the translation he scratched at his head pondering the implications. Fantastical to say the least. If it could do as it as it said what might he do with it. Too old to restart his football career but with this he could if he began a new identity. With Courtney at a friends and Kyle locked away he didn’t figure he needed to worry about looking the fool wearing it.
Placing the chain over his neck he felt the metal sink into his flesh. With a thought the pain in his knee dissipated. Letting the ice drop he stood up with no soreness or pain. Walking smoothly for the first time in years he faced his reflection in the hall mirror. Again he set his mind to altering his shape as he rejuvenated his appearance to his eighteen year old self. Wrinkles faded as he bulked his body out. The thin layer of flab accumulated on his belly grew taut and defined his abdominal muscles. Smiling in appreciation he flexed his biceps kissing each of his sculpted beauties. Yes with a bit of prep he could go to school and star on the football team and get recruited by a college team living large on campus until he got a fat signing bonus from a professional team.
He dreamed of the women throwing themselves at him. Truth be told it had been some time. His pectorals began to add on flesh as they lost their definition rounding becoming malleable to the touch. Recognizing the breasts forming he quickly focused on returning them to their previous state. He needed to be careful in controlling his form. Changing into some old work out clothes in his room he decided to go for a run.
As he jogged around the neighborhood just to test his new legs out. A melodious voice called out attached to the curvy form of a young woman, “Hey haven’t seen you before. Are you new to the neighborhood?”
Stopping he responded pleased at the interruption, “I am new. Names Harold. What is yours?” He gave a friendly smile. Wondering if he remembered how to flirt.
“Names Tammy. Are you going to be around for a while?” Tammy put her hands on her hips as she leaned forward her chest displayed for maximum effect.
Wow the first thought that Harold entertained after drinking in the milky white flesh of Tammy’s pert mounds. Remembering himself, “I am planning on being around for a while. You want my number to workout with me sometime. Working out is always better with a partner.”
Giggling Tammy said, “You are so right.” She eagerly punched in his number before awkwardly waving goodbye returning to her run.
Harold jogged away satisfied that he still had it. Maybe he would see her at school after he got himself enrolled. He thought on that as the sweat bead on his body. The sweat matted his t-shirt against his skin. Kyle might be able to work up some fake transcripts for him so he could attend school. By the time he circled around to reach home he repeatedly needed to wipe the profuse drippings from his brow. It felt invigorating to go for a run again.
The cold shower washed away the salty remnants of his sweat leaving him clean and refreshed. He deposited his pungent clothes in his hamper before laying back on his bed to dream of the things to come.
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