Conrad was 65 years old, past his prime and lived alone. The man lived a sad lonely life and felt like he had wasted his entire youth on drugs and living what he thought at the time was the high life. Those days, were long gone and what was left was an empty man. Things would change however, when Conrad heard a knock on his door while watching tv.
The old man got up, having to slowly do so and walked to the front door, opening it, expecting some door to door salesman to sell him a useless product. Instead to his surprise was a box with a note plastered on top.
"Who the hell put this here?" Conrad spoke. The old man's first thought was that someone was pulling on prank on him.
Conrad thought it better to get it over with and plucked the note from the top of the box and gave it a read
IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT YOU FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE WASTED YOUR LIFE AND WISH YOU COULD TAKE IT ALL BACK. I WISH TO HELP YOU IN THIS ENDEAVOR. INSIDE THE BOX IS A BRACELET THAT YOU REMIND YOU OF THAT YOUTH YOU HAVE LOST.
The note immediately perplexed Conrad. What the fuck were they talking about he thought. Magic doesn't exist and Conrad doubts this "bracelet" will suddenly attract lovers. Conrad was still convinced this was a prank, but decided to bring the box inside so no hooligans record him. The old man picked up the box and plopped it onto the nearby kitchen table. Conrad also grabbed a knife from his kitchen to open the box. Knife in hand, Conrad cut the box open to reveal whatever could be inside.
To Conrad's mild surprise, there was a bracelet in the box. Nothing special, as the only notable thing about it was a diamond shaped green jewel on the top.
"So they weren't lying, huh" Conrad put his hand into the box and grabbed the bracelet, pulling it out and inspected it from various angles.
Conrad was slowly being convinced that this bracelet wasn't a prank. And then the old man thought back to what the letter said.
"Remind you of your youth..." The words were too enticing to not try.
Against Conrad's better judgement, he put the bracelet on his left wrist in hopes of attaining what seemed impossible.
But the impossible was becoming possible in a matter of seconds. There was a instant sense of euphoria coming from every part of Conrad's body the moment the bracelet made contact with the wrist. That euphoria was translating into a magical process. Conrad was de-aging. Wrinkles were evaporating. Conrad's skin was clearing and looking more youthful. Conrad's crow feet smoothed out as any grey hairs regained their color. Conrad's spine straighten and gained many inches in height. By the time the changes were done, Conrad looked 60 years younger. A man that looked about in his twenties. To conrad it, felt so good that his small dick shot up in size as well. The euphoria would continue when Conrad's facial features was the next focus of attention.
Conrad's face was very stereotypical American, even after he regained his youth. The bracelet's power had other plans though. Conrad's features were shifting and rearranging. Something more masculine and fierce, but also... Turkish. With a more defined jawline, straighter nose, and more defined cheekbones. Conrad's hairstyle also took the time to properly restyle itself from an old man style to something much more youthful and trendy. Conrad now had the look of a turkish man in his 20's.
"Kahretsin… Kendimi çok genç hissediyorum!" (Shit… I feel So Young!) Conrad moaned. Not noticing the complete switch to speaking Turkish.
There was just one more thing to be done to Conrad's body physically.
Conrad was gaining muscle at a rapid rate. His thighs thickened, his feet got bigger. Conrad's ass ballooned into a fat juicy behind. Abs were perfectly carved into his torso while beef was filling his pecs into two bouncy mounds. Conrad's lats widened while his triceps and biceps grew to two trunk-like arms with hands that fit the new girth. And finally, Conrad's traps and beck bulged in size. Throughout the process, many rips were heard as the muscles were breaking out of Conrad's old man clothes. That's when Conrad felt the urge to flex all his newly gained muscles and caused further tearing until everything he was wearing fell right off besides his underwear.
Only clad in his underwear, Conrad majestically walked to his bedroom where a mirror was located. With each step of his big foot, the struggling boxers filled its open holes and enlarged to fit Conrad's new dick and ass. And then, Conrad arrived in front of his mirror, allowing himself to see the young adonis he had become. This kickstarted the last couple of changes, this time more mental than physical.
Conrad's very life was being rewritten. Reality shifting to fit the new him. All old man experiences were gone as the most recent year Conrad could remember was his 22nd year. His american origins were also changed with more turkish ones. The name Conrad being lost to the aether as Mustafa came to prominence as his true name. Instead of a sad life, Mustafa had been rigorously bulking his body since he was 16 years old. A more jockish personality spread forth as Mustafa got more and more confident about his body and lifestyle. That lifestyle including a lot more friends just like him. The home around Mustafa shifted into a bigger more impressive place with a mini gym and an entire cupboard of workout gear.
"O kadar seksi görünüyorum ki..." (I look so fucking hot...) Mustafa muttered. Fully reveling in his looks. Arousal evident by the tent in his underwear slowly increasing.
Mustafa pouted his face, really trying to revel in his masculine features. It looks silly sure, but his girlfriend thought it was hot-
Girlfriend... Fuck, Mustafa had a girlfriend now. Memories of meeting her and dating her filled Mustafa's mind, completely drowning out Conrad as the bracelet he was wearing turned into a smart watch.
Mustafa, the young turkish jock was complete.
Mustafa felt ready to burst, but he just remembered he had to get going to gym in an hour. Mustafa headed to his expansive closet and grabbed everything he needed for a great workout. After making his protein shake, Mustafa made his way to the gym in his very nice looking car, excited for another pump filled workout.
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Mustafa sat down after a very intense workout, really feeling that pump in all his muscles.
His Tank top was drenched in sweat, clinging to his skin. So, Mustafa got a lil' cocky and took his tank right off, leaving it on a nearby bench, then getting up to head to his next machine. Confidence oozed from the jock as he strut side to side.
Mustafa continued on in his fulfilling life, with everything the old Conrad could have ever dreamed. Mustafa even ended up in a big bodybuilding competition as such a young age.
Today's Youth simply got boomers beat. Even though the jock didn't know he was one just months prior.
