Rico woke up feeling unusually tired, but he brushed it off as a side effect of a late night. As he got dressed for school, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. He had a nagging sense of déjà vu, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was bothering him.
At school, Rico noticed that the girls were staring at him, but he didn't think much of it, assuming it was just his imagination. His mind was preoccupied with the chemistry test he had that day.
As he walked into class, his best friend Martin approached him, looking concerned. "Dude, what's going on? You look...different."
Rico shrugged. "I'm just really tired, I think I'm coming down with something."
Martin raised an eyebrow. "Tired? You were eating pizza in the gym overnight, and now you've lost like 10 pounds and got abs! What's going on, Rico?"
Rico's eyes widened as he rushed to the bathroom to check himself in the mirror. He was shocked to see that he had indeed lost weight and developed a chiseled physique. He looked...handsome.
It dawned on him why the girls were staring at him earlier. Rico felt a mix of emotions: confusion, excitement, and a hint of fear.
He returned to Martin, looking serious. "I'll tell you everything later, but for now, can you cover for me? Tell the chemistry teacher I'm you, and I'll take the test another day."
Martin nodded, curiosity etched on his face. "Okay, but you owe me an explanation, bro."