This night was going to go a little different for Miles. While he worked on his art project, he felt a slight pain in the back of his neck."Ugh, not again." Miles said, the headaches and neck pain had been happening for a few weeks. He payed it no attention, and just kept working on his project.
But the headaches got worse and more he tried not to focus on it, the worse they got. Until he couldn't take it anymore. Miles stood up from his desk and stumbled across his room. He could hear the sound of fabric ripping and bones popping. With in minutes, Miles passed out on the floor.
Moments later, Miles awoke while still on the floor. "Uhh, what happened." Miles said, he was a little sore and confused. But something felt off. Miles noticed his shirt was ripped to shreds. "What the hell!" He exclaimed, he looked at himself in the mirror. His reflection was that of a muscled male physique. Miles couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Am I dreaming, am I dead?!" Miles said, he touched his face to see if it was real. Seeing his bicep bulge as he bent his arm. "Whoa" Miles flexed his new muscles and admired his reflection.
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