Total Bear

 
“Well, well, well,” said Bruce, lifting up Charlie’s shirt, “Looks like our little twink here isn’t such a little twink any more. Look at all that fur, man. You must be just about done, huh?”

“I’ve got two more pills to take,” Charlie said proudly as he took a big chug of beer, “Hopin’ they give me a little bit more fur, and some more muscle would be nice.”

“More fur and muscle, huh?” chuckled Bruce, “You really are startin’ to sound like a bear now. Just think, man, you used to be one of them girly guys with a smooth little skinny spray-tanned chest. Now you’re lookin’ like a total bear! Nice chest, shaved head, nice, thick goatee, showin’ up at the bar in jeans and a t-shirt…”

“Yeah,” said Charlie, “It’s pretty damn nice not having to waste money on hair products and body lotions and all that name-brand trendy Abercrombie shit now. And the goatee just kind of grew in by itself. I liked how it looked, so I kept it. Kinda completes the look, I think.”

“Well I think by the time you finish them other two pills, you’re gonna be one hell of a specimen,” said Bruce, “And I can already tell you’re happy with how things are turning out so far. You’re gonna have all kinds of guys all over ya – bears and twinks alike. ‘Course, we know you’ll be stickin’ with the bears from here on out, right?”

“Oh hell yeah!” Charlie grunted, lifting his glass, “Bears from here on out. Now that’s somethin’ I’ll drink to!”