I’m on holiday in Italy at the moment. I’ve been spending all day at the beach staring at juicy Italian bros, thinking about my scrawny frame…
Reckon I could get a transformation? 😉
Ciao
Ok, you go to bed that night in your hotel room, but you wake up in a small room located in a gym, the smell of sweat and musk fill the air as you realize you're living with at least six other amazing look Italian men. You get up and notice your skinny body was replaced with a muscled one.
You hear some one rattling off in English but you haven't a clue what he is saying as you only speak Italian. It seems you have to start your workout for today so you can wander the streets enticing young gay tourists to pay for your body, you had become a high priced Italian male hooker, your body was your business and each time you caught a peak at yourself, you knew business was good. Whoever you were no longer existed, you were Giovanni now and you need to get to work on your new beefcake bod.