Everyone looked like they were from an anime! The gym bro smiled and came up to you, “Hey ! Ready for another day of shredding?” You were confused but he took you along… on your way you saw yourself in a mirror. Then one of the gym bros was there… and you realized. I mean it’s not like anyone would read this right? It was just a bot.Īs you pulled into work you slowly looked around and realized… something was off. Then you started writing stuff like wishing to never pay the bills, your roommate sucked but you wished he was hot… just things to get off your chest. When it asked what you were into you wrote men. Then it was asking about interests, then you started making joke answers. As you went through it slowly though odd questions appeared. “Do you hate your life” of course you answered yes. “What kind of anime do you like?” You answered shonen… “What anime would you want to live in.” Oddly that took a while to answer, you ended up writing down Haikyu because it was the least dangerous world you could think of. It was a bit unlike you but you opened the survey and found a weird buzzfeed like article… so basically it was trashy and dumb. As you got in your car you got a strange text… It was from an unknown number. You knew a thing or two about lifting and such but other than that you weren’t a part of the gym crew and they knew that and reminded you of it. You worked at a gym and while you yourself weren’t the most in shape person you were just a janitor. You had no clue why he had to stay with you and you tried to get him to leave several times as well! But at this point you had given up, it had been two years of him not picking anything up, smoking weed inside the house, and bringing home girls that he fucked on the couch… He was a stoner and a total deadbeat, which meant you always ended up having to pay the bills. But as you walked out of your room your roommate reminded you that life wasn’t always so nice. You watch anime all the time and all those characters… or at least most of those characters… well… some of the slice of life characters had such a nice life! You wanted that. Waking up again in your old bed wanting a new life was so frustrating. I could teach her all the rhythms haha." Outside the man behind the counter smiled, happy with his new hire. He slowly sat down and picked up the bass, strumming it expertly. The new Ry began to forget his old ways, his college aspirations and his contempt for music. Now he was short and cute but held power in other ways. Losing his precious height that helped him feel superior over others. He gave a slight smirk as cockiness and attitude gradually replaced intelligence. He shook his head trying to focus and his greasy locks sprung up into a wild mess of dirty blonde curls that framed his now cute face with heavy eye brows and deep, dumb eyes. "Huehue girls love my beautiful body" he stated simply before covering his mouth. Ryan began to panic realizing he was starting to look like one of those dumb band kids always playing music in the courtyard and showing off for girls. A surfer style necklace formed around his neck. Fat and hair melted away into two small cute pecs and firm abs. Unable to stop himself he removed his shirt to relieve the heat and gasped as his chest darkened with a golden tan and began slimming down. "Help, whats going on" he yelled out but no one could hear him through the door. The same was happening to his other hand.
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The sunless skin was getting rather dark and his small hands were growing! Digits lengthened and gained strength. He dropped it and examined his hand looking for injuries. "Ouch" he cried out feeling a strong zap from the book. He shifted nervously and pulled out lesson book. The room was soundproofed and as soon as the door closed it became eerily quiet. The door closed behind him and Ryan felt a change in the air. "Glad you made it, Ryan, head in there, the instructor will be with you shortly." Ryan nodded and walked into the lesson room. The man however merely smiled and waved his hand towards a small room. Probably some burn out musician whose band never took off Ryan thought. "Hello, I'm Ryan, I'm supposed to get bass lessons here." The fellow behind the counter was older, wearing a faded cloak and round sunglasses inside. Ryan approached the desk and began rudely tapping on it. For him life was all about academics and getting into the perfect school. The 18 year old nerd was tall, a bit on the chubby side and with long greasy brown hair that he never bothered with.
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Taking bass guitar lessons seemed the easiest way to appear cultured he figured. But his guidance councilor told him he wouldn't be able to get into his dream college without a more well rounded application. Guys who played instruments were just in it to pick up girls. Most music was made electronically anyway. He was surprised these places were still around. Ryan walked into the small music store with barely contained disgust.