Strange things happen... [Part 1]

[mino2008]

Authors note: I will say sorry in advance for the horrid writing quality, I would like to say in my defence that I suffer from sever dyslexia and Microsoft spell check will only help me so much and my proof reading skills are limited. On another note, this is my first story, the first of many I hope and I really hope you like it just as much as I do.


Life is full of strange an unexpected thing, you never know what is going to be around the next corner or what tomorrow will put in your lap. My life took one of those unexpected turn when on my seventeenth birthday. But I?m getting head of myself, my name is Theseus. Yes like the Greek hero, my mum and dad where both archaeologists specialising in classical civilisations. That all ended when I was born, there where ?complications? with my birth. I survived, 10 weeks premature and a runt of child, my mum however, died.
And if that was not enough, my dad gave up a job he loved, so he could ?settle down? and give his new born child some stability. So just after I was born, my still grief stricken dad moved to a small town where he was offered a place as a lecturer in a moderately sized university.


My life was pretty good, fate had thrown a lot of shit at my dad and me and we both survived. My dad tried hard, at times a little too hard to make up for me no having a mum, but he never tried to replace her, which I was grateful for. For most of my early life I was home schooled, between my dad and some of his friends from work I got a pretty fine education. There was one downside to my life though. I was still a runt. At eleven years old I was 4.3 and weighed 65 pounds, I had tried to put on weight, by both exercise and eating. Neither worked. But it had never really bothered me, as I lived in a safe environment, a place of scholars. where mind was of more importance than the body. So, I was fine with my physical appearance. It had never occurred me that there was something wrong with this.


That was until my twelfth birthday, when my dad sat me down and told me that I?d have to go to a proper school so I could sit the proper exams and get the grades I needed to go on to do what I wanted to do with my life. I thought it was a great idea at first, I had never really met anyone my own age and my idea of what to expect what deluded by children?s television shows and fantasy books, tell tales of places where every one got along and went on wild adventures and lead exiting lives. How wrong I was, high school became my hell on earth from day one, I was bullied and tormented by all the ?jocks? I became there number one target and because I was there number one everyone else stayed well away from me out of fear of being accused of fraternising. At first I thought the teachers would deal with it, but they turned a blind eye. Then my dad tried to deal with it, but the head master made it out as if I was making it all up and telling tales to get attention.


So all in all, my life was a nightmare from that point onward, but I kept my nose down and got high grades my dad wanted, which did not help me in anyway when it came to the bullies (It just made it worse) but I felt like I owed it to my dad. There was one bright spark in it all though; I made a friend, yes friend singular. His name was Josh; he was pretty much in the same boat as me, although not in quite as bad a situation. He was just on the (very)low side of average when it came to height and weight, he would have been fine in the wilderness what was high school, but he was shy and rather jumpy and the other kids exploited that. They nicknamed him Mouse, because of it. Which was one of there more accurate nicknames, mines was tiny t, I personally though they could have done better, but I kept my mouth shut, I was not going to go around asking for more trouble.


So that was my life up until my seventh birthday. My home life was great, my social life was a living hell and the only time I look forward to was summer, when I was free of school for a whole three months. But out side my little bubble of hope that was sumer, my life was still a waking nightmare and there was little I could do about it. But that all changed.


I yawned pulling myself from my deep sleep, to join the waking world. I waited for a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the bright sun light streaming through the crack in my bed room curtains. I sat up looking around my room; it was exactly the same as it always was. Large square room with a high ceiling, the cream walls were covered in posters of superheroes, football stars, since fiction stars and some supermodels. The men I idolised the women I?. Just ogled at. There was not much else in the room, Just my bed which took up the majority of the space (It was king sized, the frame was an old antique that had been left to my dad, who had given it to me) apart from that there was just a large mirror, a desk, a wardrobe and my bookshelf which was full to bursting point. I sighed and rolled over, only to encounter a sharp stabbing pain in my side. reaching under the covered and pulled out the book I had been reading before I had drifted off to sleep last night. I grunted, now fully awake. I placed the book on my bed side table and then got out of bed. Stopping briefly to look at the clock, it was 9.45 A.M and today was? Saturday the 24th of June. My birthday. I smiled, today was going to be a good day I told myself, school was over for the year and I was meeting up with Josh later.


I stopped day dreaming and made to get dressed, stopping momently in front of the mirror, to examine myself, Seventeen years old and I was 4.11 and purely flesh and bone, you could see almost all my bones under my pale pasty skin. I looked like a famine victim, but I ate, I ate as much as the next person my age, but still I stayed skin and bone. Nothing about my body pleased me, my hair was dark brown and always looked unkempt and greasy no matter what I did with it and my facial hair was patchy and fuzzy like duck down. I again sighed and returned to getting dressed.


I rummaged around in my wardrobe and pulled on a hair of really baggy three quart length shorts that went halfway down my shin, a baggy white t shirt and a pair of blue and white trainers, Josh always told me that I looked like a kid in my dad?s cloths, but baggy clothes made me feel more hidden, less under scrutiny from people around me, so I ignored him.


I attempted to do something with my hair before heading down stairs, attempted being the key word here. Our house is pretty old and very large, too large as our house keeper keeps tell my dad. And Yes we have a house keeper, her name is Mrs McIntosh. My dad hired her when I was really young to tend to the domestic side of his life, since he spent so much time on his work or with me. Anyway, the house is big, is has six bedrooms, two studies, two living rooms, a kitchen, dining room, games room, a massive library, a basement and attic rooms which once would have been servants quarters my dad tells me, but now we just use them for storage mainly. I loved the place, bigger is better is the key to my life. I think it has something to do with my lack of ?big? personally, but I don?t care, the sheer size of the place and my ability to get lost in it has brought my hours of fun.


Anyway, my dad was sitting at the kitchen table when entered the kitchen, Mrs McIntosh did not work on Saturday mornings or Sundays, so we had to cope by ourselves for that time. He was sitting at the table with his morning paper and a cup of tea as he did every morning, when he noticed me he folded up his paper and gave me wide smile ?Happy Birthday Boy!? count help but smile back, my father was forever the optimist, always finding ways to make the best out of the worst, like a day when I was younger we went on a picnics to a wildlife park, but when we arrived the heavens opened, I was disappointed but my dad decided instead of going home and declaring the hole trip a waste, we would have the picnic in the car and as we sat he explained the different types of clouds and all about the earths eco-systems.


?Do you want some breakfast?? he asked, still smiling. Up until that moment I had not realised just how hungry I was, my stomach gave a loud growl ?Looks like we have our answer!? he stood up and in a flash was preparing breakfast and within five minutes I had fired eggs, sausages and piles of toast stacked in front of me. I ate it all. For some reason I was really hungry today, like I had not eaten in weeks, My Dad noticed it as well ?You put a whole new meaning in to the phrase ?wolfing it down? kid. Anyway? he clapped his hands together ?your presents? It had slipped my mind in the presence of food that it was still my birthday and when it was your birthday presents where in a sense mandatory part. A few minutes later my dad returned with arms full of brightly colour packages. I set about in wrapping them in a flurry of paper. In them there was a new watch, a Rolex, which I knew I?d never ware but it was a family tradition to give all the male members a Rolex on their seventeenth birthday, my dad wore his everyday, I suppose I?d ware mine in time, but right not I could just imagine it getting some one mugging me for it. There was also a lot of cloths, mainly T shirts, a few pairs of jeans, a really nice pair of fancy sun-glasses and there was one odd thing, a pair of compression sport shorts, bright blue with yellow stripes down the sides that where obviously meant for a men much larger than myself. There was plenty more to unwrap, lots of small things, like books, snow globes and cards with money (there was a lot of that) most of the presents from relative?s I had never even met, apparently my dad told me we had a huge family back in England, but we had never visited them. They were just names to me, names that belonged in the dusty photo-albums in the attic, I told myself Id visit them all one day, but that day did not look to be very close at hand.


I looked up from the mountain of gifts, ?Thanks Dad!? he smiled and picked up his paper and tucked it under his arm, ?Don?t thank me just yet? he walked around the table and opened the door to the basement ?Come on, there?s one more thing? I followed him wondering what on earth it might be and why he would hide it in the basement, it was very unlike my dad to hide things in such an obviously place, when I was a child I had great fun trying to find where he hid my presents, I never found them but I did try. But the basement? The basement was like the twilight zone of our house, we never spoke about it... It was just there.


The Basement itself was dark, its walls where dark grey and very bleak, the ceiling was a mass of cobwebs and dark wood beams. It was full of old objects, things from my dad?s old job, old furniture and other odd stuff like that, all of them now covered in large white sheets. This was the one place in the house I hated; unless I could not avoid it.


We reached the bottom of the stairs and my dad walked over to one of the many things covered in a white sheet, What could it be? ?Well I know how you wanted to try out for the football team this year? he said, I had to stop myself laughing at him, I had mentioned it on the phone to Josh that I wish I could have, my dad must have overheard and taken steps to do something about it, but what?


He pulled of the sheet revealing a weight bench? As I said my dad was forever the optimist, he pulled off more sheets to reveal a vast array of weights going from feather light to weights I was sure no human could ever lift. Part of me wondered how he even got them all down here, but before I could speak he got a question out first ?So what do you think?? I looked him in face and I could not bear to tell him that an insane idea this was and that it would never work, I just forced a smile and said ?it?s wonderful Dad, Thanks!? and with that he clapped me on the back, told me to have fun and remember that I was going out later. And then he left me in the basement with a set of weights. Something was nagging at me in the back of mind that there was something not quite right here.


But I just could not help myself, I did not care that it was a stupid thing. I wanted to have a go of it at least. I loaded the bar up with the lightest weights in the set. Lay down on the bench, getting in to position (I had watched guys gym do this hundreds of times) I closed my eyes and began to lift, it was not heavy really I could have gone heaver, I thought about stopping and adding more, but after the second rep I could feel warmth in my chest that was spreading to every single part of my body, every atom of my being, It felt amazing. I lost count after a little while, I opened my eyes, in the dusky basement light I caught a glimpse of my forearm, no, it could not me my forearm, my forearm was stick thin and boney, this arm was lightly muscled and covered in veins, I quickly put the put the bar pack in place, the warmth ebbed away . I pull up my shirt, not sure of what I would find, where there had been nothing but skin and bone, there was muscle, there was a clear making of a six pack, and the forming of pec muscles, I literally bounded across the room to one of the many covered pieces of furniture in the basement, one was a mirror and If I could find it, I could? I pulled one of the white sheets off, to my luck underneath was a huge ornate mirror that had once hung in the hallway, I stared at my reflection? or the place where it should have been, but that could not have been me.


The figure in the mirror was still skinny and clad in cloths about twelve sizes to big, but there muscle there, muscle that had not been there before. The arms where covered in veins and there was a distinct making in a bicep in the upper arm. I stared, for I don?t know how long, the sound of blood pumping in my ears and adrenalin rushing through my head.


On impulse a ran to the weight rack, I successfully knocked the heaviest ones off it and began to drag them towards the bench, I could feel the warmth spreading throughout my body as I dragged them I watched eagerly as the flesh beneath my bony hands began to writhe, growing muscle and sinew, getting bigger, it was slow, but I could see it, I could feel it. I had to stop every so often and adjust myself as my legs grew longer and my back got wider. Finally I got the weights in position, the bar was loaded up to the max on both sides; I lay down on the bench and began to push.


I would not budge; sweat ran in to eyes making them sting forcing me to close them. My mind focused purely on getting that bar to move. The heat, the burning sensation became stronger spreading through my body, I felt like I was getting stronger, I felt my body swelling, becoming broader, taller, stronger, more powerful. The harder I pushed the stronger the feel became, the more amazing the senseation. With each pasing moment the bar became less resistant, suddenly I lifted it, I shook the sweat out my eyes and stares In amazement but not at the bar.


My arms... gone were my skinny stick arms, huge pythons now held the bar aloft, the bicep must have been what eighteen inches and growing? Veins covered the entire length of my arms, like some strange spiders web under my skin, I tried to raise my head, it felt odd, there where muscles I never knew I had not bulging against my skin, restrain my movement and where I had been a flat chested little runt before, Now huge pecs pushed out against my not to baggy shirt, that was beginning to look very snug.


I slowly lowered the bar, grunting with strain then raised it again. One. Two. Each time my arms came back in to view they were bigger, longer, more cut. I felt a searing pain in my feet I ignored it. Three. Four. There was the sound of cheap leather being torn to shred and the pain in my feet ebbed away. I had just out grown my shoes. Five. Six. My muscles were visibly growing; I could feel the power coursing through every fibre of my body, I wiled them to grow, wiled myself to get bigger get even stronger. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. I could not see my legs, I could feel them though, the power, the length, I could feel my feet sliding along the floor as bones lengthened. Elven. Twelve. Thirteen. I felt tension in my shorts, around the crotch area. Let out roar of pleasure, I was slightly startled by the power in it, it sounded like it could even rival with that of a lions. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Enough, I thought, and as if on queue my shirt burst as my chest muscles broke free. I put the now somewhat lighter bar back in to position and sat up. Not bad for seventeen reps on my seventeenth birthday I smiled to myself.


I stood up slowly from the bench peeling away the remains of my shirt, I was drenched in head to foot in sweat, my arms glistened in the dim light of the basement, it all felt strange. I hand stand with my legs apart as my now hugely expanded leg muscles forced me to. Also my arms hang out from my body now that my Delts and new massive shoulders forced out. Dropping the remains of the shirt on the floor I ran my hands slow down my front, first over my huge pecs, then to my abs, not just a six pack, but an eight pack, each one of them as big as a brick, deep cut and perfectly sculpted. The only part of me that handed changed much was my waste is seamed, but below that, the once hugely baggy shorts now where dangerously skin tight, both in the thigh and in the crotch area. Once they had been shin length now they were barley reached the top of my knees. I went to head for the mirror but before I could. Pain. Unbeliever blinding pain. Searing through my mouth, it was like someone had cracked me in the face with a spade. I staggered and fell, not being used to the new weight distribution of my body. And then it was gone, and my mouth felt weird. I ran my tung over my teeth, they were different. I lunged for the mirror and bared my teeth like some crazed dog, they were perfect, that had not been bad before, but now they were now perfectly strait, perfectly white, just generally perfect.


?Whoa? my voice was deep, like some rumble of distant thunder ?New voice, new teeth, new body? what else is new?? I examined myself in the mirror, my body was perfect, broad shouldered, tall, unbelievably well-muscled, utterly ripped (at a guess 3% body fat). It was a body that made the jocks at school look positively tiny, made more ancient hero?s look like children and it would be the envy of every one.


?Wonder how tall I am?? I began to rummage through one of my dad?s toolboxes that lay covered up on a bench nearby for a measuring tape. Finally I found one, I literally bounded back the mirror, crossing the room in two steps. I let the bottom of the tape fall the floor and held the other in my hand. It only reached my chin. I examined the numbers; it was only six-foot long, so at a guess, I was, six foot ten. I let out another roar of triumph; I dwarfed almost every guy in school in every single way!


I flexed my huge veiny bicep ?Wait till those basterds get a load of these bad boys? I let out a low deep laugh, that came out far more menacing that I had intended. I did a few poses I knew from watching web clips of body building shows, man did I look amazing. I ran my huge hangs through my still greasy looking hair, shame it hadn?t changed as well, then the pained returned, but different this time, it felt like someone was pouring hot wax over my face and head, it burned but not in an unpleasant way, I shut my eyes and just enjoyed the pain as it remoulded my face,I let out another roar of pleasure, It echoed around the basement and I was positive I heard some birds fly away outside in fear. Then once more the pain subsided and I opened my eyes.


Gone was my old baby face with the fuzzy facial hair and greasy mop. It had been replaced by a handsome face, with a masculine chiselled look to it but still full of youth, dark brown stubble now covered my manly jaw, my eyes where now bright blue, like the sky on a sunny day and my hair was replaced by longish dark brown hair that had that sexy surfer look so many guys tried for. I now had the face that would break a thousand hearts and a body to break the rest.


?Look at me? I breathed ?this amazing? I ran my hand over rough stubble ?What?s dad going to say when he sees how his weight set worked? I felt an icy hand clamp over my heart ?dad?? I breathed. How was I going to explain this to him? How was I going to tell him I had grown two foot and gained about? almost six times my original body weight if not more in a under an hour. I could run away? I could easily get a job as a male model now? I could change my name, live a new life. No. I could not do that to dad, after all he did for me, to abandon him without talking to him would seem wrong. I took a deep breath. I?ll talk to him, tell him I?ll leave town, he can stay here with his job and ill stay in touch. Right.. that?s the plan.


I walked over to the weight bench and picked up the remnants of my shirt and tried to put it back on, it was no use. It was utterly ripped to pieces, if I was not panicked about how my dad would react I would have been impressed. But right now I had to face the music as they say, still holding the tattered shirt in my hand I trudged up the stairs, I slowly opened the door and slid out my dad was sitting at the kitchen table.


?Dad, we? um? need to talk? my voice echoed around the kitchen.
He looked up and me and?. Smiled? He seemed fine with my sudden change in appearance, ?What?s wrong kiddo?? I had to stop myself sneering at the way he called me kiddo, his eyes scanned me, my huge pecs, my veiny arms, my washboard abs, my skin tight shorts and nothing, he seem unphased by it as if nothing had changed. Then his eyes fell on tattered T-shirt, he frowned ?Really Theo? That was your last shirt,? he shook his head and ?I can?t take you cloths shopping today, I know its your birthday but I am expecting a delivery this afternoon. Why are you standing there like you have been stuck by lightning? Sit down.? I became aware my mouth was hanging open and shut it, How could he not notice, how could he act like this was normal. I shook my head and sat down at the table, the chair protested loudly to my weight and size, but it held? barely.


?Any bigger ?I thought to myself ?and we will start having problems?
My dad got up and walked to one of the kitchen cupboards, ?Your costing me a fortune boy? my dad said jokingly ?If you keep growing at this rate we will have to?? he was interrupted by the ripping sound, I looked down to find to huge rips appear on my shorts running up the sides of both calf muscles, then an audible bob, as the front and rear both burst open revealing my white boxer shorts now straining to contain there condense. Was I still growing? Even now? I felt a wave of excitement, I knew it was just rounding off of the growth spurt.


My dad shook his head ?What am I going to do with you? I looked up expecting him to be angry or scared or somthing but he was leaning against the table in tears of silent laughter ?Your grandmother warned me teenagers where hard on the wallet, but you put a whole new meaning to it?
I felt a wave guilt, ?Sorry dad,? I glumly and stared at the tattered shirt in my hands it had never considered down in the basement how much I was going to cost to cloth me, never mind feed me? something told the bigger the body the more food it needed.


I felt my dad?s hand on my shoulder I looked up, he was still smiling, he was always smiling ?Its alright my boy, you have nothing to be sorry for, you can?t help? I could have? I thought to myself ?Here!? he handed me two credit cards ?You go out today and buy yourself some new cloths? his voice became serious suddenly ?Theseus, you are more of a man that I ever thought you would be and your more of a man than me,? he jokingly punched my bicep ?much more in fact. You can?t help what you are or how big you are or how big you get, just know that Ill love you no matter what, as for the money, well you can pay me back one day when you make your first million? I could not help but smile, there was always a bright side with my dad, ?Now give your old man a hug, boy? I stood up stretching to my full high, my dad was only eye level with my pecs, ?boy?? I said sarcastically then wrapped both arms around my dad and lifted him up, he was as light as a feather, his feat dangled aimlessly off as I wrapped him in a bear hug. All he did was laugh ?Down Theo, that?s enough? I put him down and slipped the credit cards in to the waist band of my boxers. I tore of the remainders of the shorts, now standing in the middle of the kitchen ware a pair of boxers that where so tight they had went see through. My dad looked a bit uncomfortable, I smiled ?Gona go get ready? I told him and bounded out the kitchen and up the stairs to my room and threw myself on to my bed. I laughed, I don?t know why but all this madness I found funny? it was amazing? but funny. I was still in awe by the sound of my own voice, my laugh was deep, rich, and masculine. I pushed myself up on my elbows and scanned my room, it was the same as it was when I left? exactly the same? except? a small red parcel sat on the other beside table, it probably had been there this morning but I don?t get out that side? (Creature of habit as they say) so I would not have noticed it. I reached for it, my arms were long enough I did not even have to stretch and unwrapped it, inside was a sports band for my IPhone, I tried it on. I did not fit, by a long way, I smiled broadly, I was about to throw it across the room when I though to try it on my fore-arm, it was a perfect fit, well? at least it wasn?t going to go to waste.


I lay there for a while, just enjoying being me? or being the new me. Then a thought crept in to my mind, I should probably shower, I lifted my arm as high as it would go and sniffed my arm pit? yet definitely should shower, the smell of sweat and musk was over powering. I noticed something at that moment, I had no hair under my arms it was totally smooth, I had? no body hair at all? apart from my face , my crotch and a light love trail? but apart from that my skin was utterly smooth. Not that I was complaining, to be honest it was better this way. I stretched and rolled out of bed with an audible thump.


I did not have an on-suit in my room, but I had a private bathroom just across the hall. I did not even bother trying to remove my boxers, I laid the credit cards on my desk and began flexing my ass and thighs, I watched in the mirror as an audible ?ping? of elastic and the boxers fell to the floor, I cock must have been at least eight inches soft, I chuckled at the thought of it getting hard and was surprised how well those boxers had contained it for that long. I flex a couple more times in the mirror then headed for the shower, luckily for me it was a bath-shower all in one unity, I had the feeling I would have had trouble fitting in to a shower cubical. But that?s not to say there was no trouble. the shower head was at level with my chin and with all these new muscles, I was having a great deal of trouble manoeuvring around to get the shower above me to wash my hair, after a while I gave up slammed it back in to is holder (witch such force I cracked a tile) and knelt down. After that? the shower felt amazing, the warm water against my taut skin, I spent more time that I normally do in the shower massaging the soap in to my muscles, I was forced to get out finally when the water began to run cold. I stepped out wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back to my room.


I spent the next little while trying on every piece of clothing I owned, not to try anything and find anything that fitted? but to destroyed it, the feeling of ripping out of cloths was amazing to say the least. In less than an hour I had reduced my entire wardrobe to a pile of rags on the floor. It was then it dawned on me as I looked at my totally bare wardrobe that I had nothing to ware?. Well nothing but scarps and an pair of flip-flops that I had bought a few years back as I thought they were massive and funny? not they were just the right size for me ginormous feet.


I scanned the room looking anything and was considering making a toga out of the bed sheets till my eyes fell on my pile of birthday presents, my dad must have brought them up when I was showering. I tried on all the cloths but still nothing fitted, apart from? the compression shorts, I slipped them on, they were bright blue with a bright yellow stripe down each side and did not leave much to the imagination and to honest I thought they were awesome (I could feel my ego swelling like my muscles, but I am aloud to indulge a little?) they were slightly shorter than my previous shorts and even tighter, but these looked like they could still stand do be packed with a few pounds if they had to be. But no, I was big enough? for now.


I picked up the watch from the pile and slipped it on (perfect fit), the chances of me getting mugged now where minimal. I laughed at the thought of someone even trying; I flexed my muscles subconsciously as the thought ran through my head. I strapped the sports band to my fore-arm and picked up the sun-glasses. Just as I did noticed something on the wall? a picture.
It had always been there, it was of me and Josh last year at a theme-park, there were a few others Josh and me at a comic conversion, Josh and me at a museum and many more? but they were not the photos I had once known, it was Josh and me alright, but me as I am now? big me. there were also new photos?. One I had no idea what they were. But?


I fell to my knees and opened a cupboard in my desk, since I was young I have kept a scrap book? or well my dad kept it from me till I was ten then I took over, every important or special thing I my life I photographed and noted down. It was geeky I know but since I had never known my mum I realised how precious some moments in life where. But this was odd; there were only two books this morning (not a lot happened in my old life) whereas there were nine books sitting crammed in to the cupboard. I pulled them all out and threw them on the bed and began to flick. There where all the stuff the old books had, but there was also new stuff mixed in amongst them. Body building contests, weight lifting regional finals and national finals, football awards, wrestling prizes and so many more, the list was endless, not a single bronze or a silver award amongst them , every single one was a gold. I was breathless, what else did I not know about? I felt a chill... Surely my friends where the same.


I grabbed my phone from the strap on my wrist and made to call Josh, it should be noted that touch screen phones where not intended for hands as big as mine and I did not have as much practice with using them as I should have. But in the end I called him (and the phone sustained no damage).


?Josh. Ey buddy, you alright?? my voice rumbled


Josh?s timid voice came back to me ?H-H-Hey T-T-Theo, W-Whats up??


I was a bit put out by his stutter, he only spoke to the jocks and teachers like that but I carried one ?You still cool for later man?? I asked hopefully.


?Y-Yea man, Can?t wait. You w-want me meet you at y-yours??


?Nah man! I?ll be at yours in a bit, just about to make my way over. Just thought I?d check if it?s all cool?


?Y-Yep were still c-cool, I?ll see you in a bit t-then?


?Alright buddy, speak to you seen? and with that I hung up and slid the phone back in to the strap. I was a bit worried somehow in the past of my new life I had mistreated josh and made him scared of me but I told myself id fix it. I grabbed my dad?s credit cards from the desk and slipped them behind my phone in the strap. I?d have went for the underwear option again but, I had no underwear on, only compression shorts. I slipped on my sun glasses and had one last look in a mirror, I had to laugh I looked like a superhero on holiday, with my tight-tight shorts and my perfectly sculpted muscles, bare chest and sun glasses. I grabbed the pare of sandals from the wardrobe and slipped them in to the back of my shorts and headed down stairs. Ready for the world to meet the new me? or was it for me to meet the new world?

Thanks.

[michaelv2]

A nice story, and a mystery! Thanks for sharing, I hope to read more. Damn, I need that weight bench! ;-)

[umlerian49]

Pretty good first story! I like it. Other than the "horrid" spelling, it flows well and makes sense (or at least as much as these silly stories can). I think your spelling can improve with practice, and I don't think you have anything to apologize for. Keep up the good work!

[Ogun]

I saved it to read later. I want to make on thing clear however- on no account should the character become stupid. Theseus was known not only for his body but his mind- one of the reasons why Athens had him as its hero. Most of Greece had Hercules, it's true, but Athenians valued wisdom as well as strength. Remember that.

[mino2008]

Originally Posted by Ogun

I saved it to read later. I want to make on thing clear however- on no account should the character become stupid. Theseus was known not only for his body but his mind- one of the reasons why Athens had him as its hero. Most of Greece had Hercules, it's true, but Athenians valued wisdom as well as strength. Remember that.

I know (not sure how many parallels I plan to make between this character and the original though), my dissertation was a comparison of the major hero figures in both greek and roman mythology. Theseus (in my opinion) was 'one of the best' but of course that depends on what version you read (the abandonment of Ariadne being one of the main differences between to) , but he was by no means perfect (he had a thing for abducting women). He was wise, using more that pure brawn to out smart his enemies (although the debate is, was the wisdom his own or that of his friends) and also did many unfortunate things, such as the black sale, his trip to the underworld with Pirithous and sending his son Hippolytus to his death (once again depends of the version) and am going to stop now, since If i don't stop myself, am going to rewrite my hole dissertation...

[roninjoey]

He could become stupid, and have to work to get his brains back? Surely his new life comes with a new personality and memories, you know? It'd be cool to see some tension between his two lives. Otherwise, really hot story so far!

[mino2008]

I dont really 'plan' on making him stupid, I always intended him to be 'Book smart' but not quite 'world smart' (what an awful turn of phrase... not had my morning coffee yet,) and planned on having him to depend on his friends there (much like the greek heros, the all had help.... although they liked to betray said help an awful lot)... how well i can portray what I have in my head that is a different matter though.

An sorry about the previous post, I felt I came across as a bit of a prat, but I just get a bit overly exited about my classical literature.

[trekka]

Awesome start, you had better continue !

[Ross_Geller]

Loved your story!!!

[Ender]

Cool story... I would love to learn more about both the old and new Theo... and how/why reality shifted for him... and maybe he will be able to help Josh get big too.

Something you might want to look at to help with proof reading is let your computer "read it to you" It real easy to hear when the spelling checker (or you) drop the wrong into a passage... To me the wrong word sticks out like a flubbed note in a piece of music... Both speech synthesis and recognition are built into the newer versions of Windows, but the interface is really clummsy... There are some freeware and inexpensive apps to make it simple. I use NExtUp.com's TexrAloud

Ender