The day was so weird. Since the morning the jocks on the quad were acting all nice to him. Complemen
The day was so weird. Since the morning the jocks on the quad were acting all nice to him. Complementing him on little things every time he ran into him. It was everything from- looking good today, nice outfit, have you been working out?, love that smile of yours, hope we can meet up later…. At first it made him feel nervous, like they were making fun of him, but as they continued he couldn’t help feel a little different, confident and curious what they were seeing that he couldn’t. By lunch he finally got a look at himself in the bathroom and they were right, he did look good today- he had a designer shirt and jeans on he never thought he owned, but clothes don’t change overnight so they must be his. Not only that but his face seemed different, his jaw was sharper, lips fuller. He did look kinda hot. Even his body seemed a little more built, not that skinny thing he thought he was. He took a picture in disbelief but felt the strange urge to upload it to an Instagram account he didn’t realize he had. Getting a few instant likes make him smirk a little- one of those cocky smile he’d seen the jocks pull off- something about the comments complementing him on his look and body just made him feel even hotter, more pumped even. Adjusting his hair and giving himself another look in the mirror he headed off to the gym, not realizing that a few moments ago he was supposed to have classes on the schedule for the rest of the day. By the time he reach the weight room he’d receive enough Instagram likes and confidence building head dumbing complements to make him lose the glasses, fill his clothes with pure muscle, and turn him into the dumb bro the jocks wanted him to be. -- source link