Jack awakens. The sun glares at his faces, making him recoil and groan, retreating back under his covers. It had been a long week for him at his melancholly bar Job, and was in need of a long, long lie in. But his body really didn't let him.

In fact, his body was feeling much different this morning... much more built, bulky, firm?

Perplexed, Jack flung his grey covers from his body, and his mouth gaped, as he laid eyes upon a finely toned, muscular body. Jack had been perpetually skinny and mostly unfit for the 19 years he had existed. What on God's green earth happened overnight?