Adam opens his eyes and sees a familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling. He stares at it and realizes that it looks similar to the ceiling of his room when he was a teenager, when he used to live in a nice big house.
He then turns his head to look around and finds himself staring at things from the past, like his high-end computer, his gaming consoles, his big-ass wardrobe, and posters of half-naked models plastered on walls.
Then everything starts coming to him. This was his old room. He abruptly gets up from the bed and again looks around his room.
"Am I dreaming?" He asks himself and looks at his hands. They look normal, and he can feel himself breathing. He then pinches himself and feels pain. "I am definitely not dreaming," he says, getting off his bed and walking up to the mirror.
Adam's eyes bulge in surprise as he sees his younger self in the mirror, but his younger self is a little different from what he remembers.
"I don't recall having a six-pack?" he says as he touches his abdomen.
"Shit, they are real as fuck!" He exclaims, feeling their hardness.
He then pays attention to his whole body. He looks lean and muscular, similar to the physique of a well-trained athlete at their peak. His eyes then fall on his dick and he can't believe what he is seeing.
"This must be a very vivid dream," he says because he knows his dick isn't that big.
When he looks at his physique altogether, nothing aligns with his memory. Sure, he was tall, but he was very skinny. He could see his ribs in the past.
But the person in front of him is very different. Only the face is the same. No, even the face is a little different; he looks much more handsome, and his body is completely different. It is as if someone maxed out his appearance settings.
"I definitely hit my head when I fell. I must be on some very potent drugs," he explains to himself, trying to make sense of what is happening.
"Adam, get up. Stop being a lazy bum. Go out there and find a job," He suddenly hears a voice coming from outside his room. He can never forget this voice, as it belongs to his stepmother.
The door of his room swings open, and a stunning woman walks in wearing a sexy black dress.
This is his stepmother, Julia Grant, formerly known as Julia Wilson.
"Adam-" she gets stuck on her word as she sees Adam standing naked in front of the mirror with his dick out.
She sees his chiseled body and is mesmerized by how perfect it is, but then her eyes fall on the thing that is between his legs. She gasps at the size of it.
While she is shocked by what she is seeing, Adam also admires the sexy woman in front of him. 'If this is really a dream, I don't want it to end,' He thinks as he drools over her big breasts that are only half covered by her dress.
He also notices his stepmother checking out his dick, making him wonder again if this is all true or a very vivid dream.
"Oh, my god!" his stepmother exclaims and rushes out of his room and slams the door behind her. "Why are you walking around naked? Can't you be dressed?" she asks from the other side, yelling in frustration.
"It is you who barged into my room without knocking. Learn to knock, woman," Adam answers back naturally.
They never had a good relationship to begin with. Even though he lusted after her, he never displayed it in front of her. They both remained hostile most of the time.
"Ugh," He hears her grunt on the other side and smirks.
"Whatever, get dressed and come for breakfast," she says.
On the other side of the door, Julia has her back against the door taking in a deep breath.
'I didn't know this pervert has such a nice body, and where did he get that dick from? It was so big! Compared to his father's, it's twice the size, and it's not even erect. Must be from his mother's side.' She thinks as the image of Adam's naked body flashes in her head once again.
'I wonder how it feels to get fucked by something that big?' she wonders, but quickly dismisses the thought as the image of Adam fucking her appears in her mind.
"Get hold of yourself, Julia," she whispers to herself and walks away.
Back inside Adam's room, Adam is still looking around and staring at his physique in the mirror. "Is this all real?" he questions again as everything feels too real.
He feels very alive, in fact, more alive than ever. He feels stronger, his eyesight seems to be better, and he can even smell the air.
"If this is real, it means I have a second chance at life. I will not waste it like last time. This time I will make something of myself," he says with determination.
"Let's get dressed." he walks up to his wardrobe and opens it to find a lot of oversized clothes hanging next to each other.
As he looks at them, he remembers buying these oversized t-shirts and hoodies because a girl made fun of him for looking like a twig.
He was very self-conscious about his body in the past. With a sigh, he takes out a black hoodie and puts it on, along with blue pants.
Adam looks at the mirror once again and sees that his oversized clothes do a great job of hiding his physique. This reminds him of a video he watched on the internet about men having sleeper build. They look like any average Joe until they remove their shirt.
Adam imagines himself doing such a thing.
He then picks up his phone and looks at it. The home screen is an image of a model he really likes.
"September 2, 2023," he reads the date on his phone. "22 years," He whispers. He is back 22 years in the past.