14 Transformation and Makeover

August 17th 2010.

"...299."

"...300."

Jay came down from his handstand push-up.

"Stats." he said.

[Showing host's current status]

Jay Aslan - Male - 15 Years Old

Level 1. Exp 0/10.

– Attributes –

Appearance: 17

Intelligence: 16

Charm: 16

Strength: 17

Agility: 17

Health: 20

– Skills –

[Prime]

Singing: 33/50

Acting: 20/50

Piano: 31/50

Guitar: 38/50

Krav Maga: 21/50

[Sub]

English, Korean, Swedish, French, Russian: MAX.

Chinese (Mandarin): 2/5

Spanish: 4/5

Arabic: 3/5

German: 3/5

Attribute Points: 0

Skill Points: 0

Overall Evaluation: Host is awesome!

Jay was confident that anyone who saw him right now wouldn't recognize him.

He looked at himself in the mirror; he was now 6 foot tall with black raven messy hair, his amber eyes had become even lighter, and his dimples were also more pronounced.

But the real change was his body. Gone the flimsy little kid, anyone who saw him now wouldn't believe he was 15. His shoulders, arms, torso and legs had broadened and he now had a six pack. All in all, he was ripped.

Jay grinned, he felt really good, he hadn't felt like that ever before.

He had bought a Little Martin online and had gotten the Guitar skill as well as his calluses back. His singing and piano had all tremendously improved, and while his acting still sucked, it had gotten better.

He had also maxed out 5 languages and taken a few more. He was still struggling with mandarin, it was the only language he was learning that didn't have a set alphabet.

And finally, he had started martial arts. Well, not really "started" since apparently his body had learned the basics of Krav Maga from a friend's dad when he was little.

Jay took a look at the clock, it was 8am, he should start moving.

He put on the only pair of pants that still fit him and a t-shirt he had borrowed from one of his neighbors. He had outgrown all his clothes but had delayed going shopping until his training was over, now was the time.

He grabbed his wallet and made his way to the lobby where he could from time to time notice women checking him out.

One of the resort staff asked if he needed help and he asked to be taken to the nearby shopping avenue. The resort provided all its VIP guests with a chauffeur so transportation wasn't a problem.

The chauffeur assigned to Jay was Frank, the one who had brought him from the Zürich airport. When the latter saw him, he widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Mr... Mr. Aslan?" Frank asked, not hiding his doubt.

Jay chuckled, sat in the car, and turned to the chauffeur "Long time no see, Frank. Shall we?"

Frank came back to his senses and hurriedly closed the door he had maintained opened for the young man before climbing in as well. He could scarcely believe what he was seeing. He still remembered that when he had brought the boy from the airport, he had been in such a pitiful state that even making a few steps had taken him everything.

Frank glanced at the young man in his rearview mirror, effectively wondering what kind of miraculous training he had underwent. Looking down at his belly who showed signs of expansion, he reckoned it was probably time for him to hit the gym too.

Frank shook his head to stop his wandering thoughts, then smiled at the rearview mirror.

"Where to, sir?" he asked.

"Landquart, it's the only nearby place that has everything I need. We're going shopping." Jay smiled, to which Frank nodded and started the car.

Jay had of course seen the middle-aged man's doubt when he had shown up.

But it wasn't surprising, he hadn't seen Frank since February, 6 months had passed and Jay had undergone drastic changes.

Although Frank was his assigned chauffeur, Jay hadn't left the compounds of the resort a single time since his arrival, not even to buy his new guitar – he had ordered it online.

When they arrived at Landquart, Jay gave Frank 300 CHF and the reference of three pairs of shoes he needed, then made his way to the only shop he would visit here today; Tommy Hilfiger.

As soon as he entered, he could feel the gaze of all the sales ladies sizing him up, but they didn't throw him out despite his shabby attire and he was grateful for his high charisma stat.

One of them approached him and smiled. "Hello sir, are you looking for something in particular?" she had spoken in English, so maybe he looked like a tourist.

Jay smiled back and nodded. "Yes, I'd like one of your new collection ready-to-wear suits, I want it in blue navy color. The rest I will get myself, thank you."

Hearing him, the sales lady's smile turned warmer, "Absolutely sir, then please go ahead and look around, I'll get it ready immediately." she left and joined her colleagues back who would sneak peaks at him from time to time.

Unbothered, Jay made his way towards the shorts and chose two of them; one brown, the other beige. They were both priced at 60 CHF a unit and he was gratefully for the sales.

He then chose some underwear, a couple of shirts, socks and three cardigans.

He also grabbed two chinos pants (navy and beige), two jeans (blue and black), a navy sports blazer, a jean jacket and three t-shirts. It was enough, he just needed to look decent, he could buy the rest when he got back home.

Frank came in at that time, holding four shopping bags. Before the sales ladies could approach him, Jay spoke "He's with me."

Frank nodded to the ladies and walked towards Jay. "Sir I bought the shoes. Here's your receipt."

Jay smiled apologetically, "Thanks Frank, I know it's not your job, you can keep the change."

The chauffeur smiled and thanked him, before telling him that he would wait for him in the car and left.

Jay looked at the shoes; two were from Clarks, one was a pair of brown leather derby shoes, the other a pair of sand colored desert boots, and two were from Timberland; a pair of classic boots and a pair of brown leather boat shoes.

He brought a pair of underwear, the navy chino pants, white shirt and navy sports blazer as well as the desert boots to the changing room. He made sure to grab a bolo tie while he was at it.

When he came out, every single sales ladies' eyes lit up in appreciation. He was such a damn fine eye candy.

Jay gathered all his stuff and made for the cashier.

"I'll be wearing these out." he said, pointing at himself.

"Su-sure, I've already brought the suit, would you like to try it first?" the sales lady stuttered.

Jay took a look at the item and smiled. "No need, it's my size. How much do I owe you?"

"Please wait a second... If I deduct the sales percentages... It comes down to 1,457 CHF."

Jay gave her his credit card and she swiped it before asking, "Would that be all sir?"

"Yes, thank you." Jay grabbed his bags and was about to leave, but thought of something and stopped before turning around.

"You wouldn't happen to know where I can find a hairdresser in this town, would you?"