Bull's Eye
Bro, I was aiming for the other guy.
Yeah, the long leggy hunk on the treadmill. The one with the pretty face, abs, and bubble butt. The perfect twunk bottom.
I found this shady website talking about astral projection and stuff. There were a ton of warnings about how "one should be careful their astral self ne'er intersect another's", and "the astral plane is neither other nor akin to the physical, and instead lies betwixt it" and whatever.
Basically, don't astral project into someone else, otherwise you'll end up taking over their body.
I practiced a few times, sat myself cross legged on my floor one evening, and astral projected into the gym... right into the middle of it. Where this dumbass muscle bull was standing and admiring his mug in the mirror.
So now I'm stuck in this sweaty, hairy, bloated pile of man meat... and his muscle memory runs deep. Makes sense with how much muscle he's got. I find myself in the gym twice a day like clockwork, body practically aching with how much it needs to burn some excess energy lifting serious iron.
I thought I'd have an easy time getting laid as a primped pretty boy. Turns out, it's still pretty easy as an overgrown, straight acting, brutish gym bro bottom. So I guess I still got what I wanted.
