Rob, or Robbie as he was now commonly called, paused as he reached to grab the gym bag that had materialized on the ground beside him. Something in the back of his mind was bugging him. Something was wrong. He thought about it for a second, but then brushed it away. He didn't like to think hard, and tried to avoid it as much as he could.
"This store looks pretty cool; I'll have to stop by after my work out. Gotta get to the gym now." Robbie walked out of the store and off to the local gym. He looked forward to his afternoon workout every day. It and wrestling practice were his daily highlights. If only he didn't have to do all the boring class work stuff! As he walked he saw the lacrosse team out starting some preseason practices. He felt the same felling he had felt back at the store. "Did I forget my gym bag again?" He wondered. But no, he had it. Must have been something he ate.
He arrived at the gym. Strangely, he felt a kind of reverse Deja Vu, like this was his first time there, even though he knew he'd been there many times before. Today's workout was fairly easy, and before long Robbie was done. Before he got back into normal clothes he took a moment to admire his body in the changing room mirror. Then it hit him. His body! That was it! There was something wrong with his body. He spent a good five minutes thinking about it, but soon gave up. He was in perfect shape! What could be wrong? His phone whent off. He was late for the Jake's party.
Robbie spent the rest to the night drinking beer, eating pizza, watching sports with the rest of his friends from the wrestling team. Besides him and Jake, a close friend who, while not as muscular as Robbie, always seemed to attract more girls with his baby blue eyes, light brown hair, and good complexion, there was Jamie, a skinny Latino who could nevertheless hold his own on the mat, and Brandon, who fancied himself a lady's man, even if the ladys didn't agree. In the fun of it all,
Robbie completely forgot about the strange feelings he had had that afternoon. He didn't even think about them again until he had got back to his dorm. What had he thought was worng about his body, he wondered as he lazily threw his muscle shirt and gym shorts on the floor. Wait a minute! His body! The gym clothes! That store! It all came rushing back to him. He wasn't Robbie the bodybuilder, he was Rob the slacker! He'd walked in that store an average looking slacker, bumped the clothes, and now look at him! He laid down on the couch and tried to decide what to do.
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