Fredrick felt a shiver run up his spine as he slowly turned around to see the pale blue door slowly swinging open, what should he do? Should he slam it shut and hide with his old disgusting body or run for the hills hoping he would find some way to make the dream end. Fredrick looked at the door and his reflection, he should stay, even if he had to stare at himself for an eternity it would be better than going out that door and continuing one of the worse days of his life. Even just standing with the door open made Fredrick nervous and he moved his hand to cover his fat little nub of cock. Yet Fredrick couldn’t bring himself to close the door, a part of him was still defiant. Why should he have to worry? Why would he care if he had to endure that day again? After all this was just some fucked up dream, at the end of it all he would still be the muscular, playboy on the beach with a cock sucking himbo waiting for him, the changes weren’t real. Fredrick squirmed, the dream was so vivid that his old anxiety was preventing him from being himself and the sad squeaky fart that eeked out of his sweaty rump illustrated everything perfectly, why was he acting like his old self? He was a confident and successful man, not the pathetic boy he had once been, he may have the body but he was not Freddie. With a new surge of confidence and a wisp of green smoke Fredrick found himself stepping closer to the open door. He could do this, it was just a nightmare and whatever was thrown at him he could face after all he had done it before. With a large confident stride Fredrick took his first step out of the pale blue prison that had just tormented him and out into the campus gym, a place Fredrick had never returned to and he was about to relive why that was.
