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The steamed mirror began to clear as he dried himself. Jack removed the towel from his wet head, catching a glimpse at the decreasing cloudy figure in the mirror. He stood for a moent and stared. The man in the mirror stared back. He was a strnger, and not in the metaphoric gobbldigook way, he litterally looked like a differnt man.

A body builder has a very standard way of looking. These features are as follows: sharp facial features, little to no hair, shiney rock hard body.

None of the listed items where there. Jack traced his new figure with his eyes:
his face was soft and rounded, no strikingly defined cheek bones, more of a rounder baby face with a bit of stuble. His close buzz cut grew out over the months, his hair, now wet, hanging slightly over his eyes brows and completly over his ears. His body hair was returning too, his arms, legs, armpits, and from his ground a little happy trail crept to his belly button. This trail went in a curved path over his 'tummy', not stomach, not abs, but tummy. Softness has replaced steroids every where. Jack now had very smooth soft curves. A round little belly which lead to a quickly rounding ass, an theighs, his legs were still thick and strong but covered in a light layer of softness. Following up his lightly formed love handels was the only reminents left of his body buidling days: the arms and chest. Though not as defined as he would like, when he put on a shirt the arms were still tight over the thick muscle. Like his legs there was a hint to pudge but it was't noticable. He looked like a man who could labour, which to him meant he loked ataractive. His chest still had pecs which was more than most men his age could say. Most of the uys he went to college and highschool with had a very flabby chest. He had very strong looking ones, which he was going to protect from the fatty build up he could feel was coming form dropping steroids.

His eyes wandered over him as he turned slightly to the left and right as he dried himself.

Jack continued this staring match until he felt content with his level of dryness. He wrapped the towel around his waist then turned to leave. As he approached the door he stopped and turned. He stared at the man in the mirror once more, arched his back forwords, and flexed his arms and pecs groaning, in a traditional pose.

He smirked his crooked smile and cocked an eye brow, "oh yeah.... i still got it"