A couple months had passed since the Great Shift changed everything. In an instant, Trevor went from being a scrawny 18-year-old with a messy room full of action figures and comic books to waking up in the muscular, hairy body of his forty-something neighbor, Donald—a man he had secretly admired for years. Donald was everything Trevor wasn’t: confident, handsome, charming. And now, thanks to the bizarre cosmic event, Trevor was Donald.
At first, the adjustment was overwhelming. The weight of Donald’s body—the sheer mass of it—took getting used to. The facial hair, the deep voice, the raw strength in every movement. Trevor had nearly stumbled the first time he walked past a mirror and saw that rugged, chiseled face staring back at him.
But now, a couple months in, Trevor had found his rhythm. He had no desire to try and figure out how to swap back. Instead, he leaned into it. He kept reading comics—just now, he did it sprawled across the king-sized bed his parents bought since he no longer fit in his twin sized bed, often shirtless, his chest hair tangled in the morning sun as he flipped through the latest Multiverse’s End issue.
He was still a nerd at heart, but now he was a nerd with biceps, a killer smile, and boxer briefs covered in superhero faces. The irony wasn’t lost on him—he used to daydream about Donald shirtless reading comics, and now that was his reality.
Trevor grinned as he held the comic up, feeling the power in his forearms flex. He still had no idea whose body Donald was in—or if Donald was even still around—but he didn’t care. For the first time in his life, he felt comfortable in his skin… even if it wasn’t originally his.
“Guess I finally got my superhero origin story,” he chuckled, flipping the page.
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