The next morning, I woke up nice and late. It always felt great to get to sleep in. I treated myself to my own breakfast and even got to eat it without having to stop time, too. Aren't the weekends great?

I headed into the bathroom, stopping for a moment to gaze in the mirror once again. My muscles had somehow become even more cut than the previous day. I was truly amazed at how toned my muscles were getting. I found myself flexing like a bodybuilder would as I admired my new look. If this was puberty, it was hitting me like a freight train. I just hoped they...