When Peter woke up, he realized how much pain he had.

Every muscle seemed to be extremely painful, and his mouth was filled with the faint taste of strange metal.

He groaned, slowly lifted himself out of bed, and stopped, when he saw himself standing in the mirror on the wall.

Moving the dirty laundry to the floor, he stared at himself in amazement. He's skinny, yes.

But now his muscles were undulating under his pale skin, as if he had spent hours in the gym instead of the library.

He raised a hand above his head, he wasn't sure, but he could be taller?

Peter shook his head, it was impossible, hell, even the muscles he saw were impossible, and the more he stared at the strange reflection in the mirror, the more he felt like he was dreaming.

He looked at the jamb, he and May hadn't measured him in a while, but as he stood next to the marker, he saw that his normal 58 was now close to 511.

He cursed, not quite fit the 6-foot standard, but the extra height was different, especially when he stood tall and not listless.

He rubbed his hands against his still unkempt hair, still a normal light brown and still hanging loosely in front of his eyes.

Aunt May kept threatening him with scissors, but he kind of liked it.

It hides his eyes and some of his expressions, and when he lowers his head, it is a small shield that he can hide behind.

No matter what his aunt said, he knew he was that eccentric handsome.

As he gazed at his reflection, the once pale thin boy seemed to turn into a strong man.

He even felt his underwear tighten as he went from side to side, trying to stretch his arms and legs.

When he stared at them, ?" Well, this is definitely new", he thought.

He shook his head and ignored it, at least for now, he went back to looking in the mirror.

He tried to do a few exercises like those sports athletes, posing to attract himself, but his muscles stiffened and screamed at him.

He'll figure it out, he'll figure it out, but first, he needs to eat something, or eat a banana.

Muscle stiffness means two things, either he has been exercising or it is more likely that whatever happened to him yesterday made his muscles firm.

Slowly descending the stairs, he noticed Aunt Mei sitting at the breakfast table with a sad look on her face.

He slowly put himself in his chair and picked up some fruit and cereal.

How?

His aunt said first.

Oh, thank you for making me breakfast, Aunt May.

I don't know what's going on, I think I'm going to eat something.

She leaned back in her chair.

Thank you, you want to say thank you?

You come home at 3 a.m., yell at your uncle, smash a chair, drop furniture, and pass out, and you say thank you?

She stood up and walked around behind the chair, waving her arms as she spoke.

What the? No, Aunt May, no, I got sick at Oss.

I think I threw up, and then I came home, and you didn't come to pick me up, did you?

Peter looked guilty, ?3 a.m.? He thought, "What's going on?"

You're sick, aren't you?

Yes, Aunt May, I was sick, I threw up, I think someone took my clothes,

Peter sat up straight

My wallet and camera, oh man, they took my clothes.?

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