Chapter 1: Chapter 1 – In The Body Of A 16 Year Old Slob

Part 1 

In life, there are the type of people that work hard and the ones that don't. The ones that work hard slowly drudge their way to the top, and the ones that don't do so in reverse, unless something lucky happens.

Arthur, a 28-year-old highly successful businessman, was part of the former. For half of his life, he put his head down and worked as hard as he could, thinking little about others. He did what he could to succeed. If succeeding meant manipulating others, then becoming a social adept man was added to the roster too.

Slowly and slowly, he found work at an establishment and made his way up to becoming a Hiring Manger, a comfortable seat in HR at the business he worked at. 

From his work ethic, he could only snort and grin while kicking back a seat, fantasizing about becoming the CEO of the company. And realistically, it would have happened. 

With constant research and learning from his social surroundings, he built himself up to be a model employee of the company. Well-respected and intelligent, he had carefully taken down his rivals and there was no one in his way to the throne of the company. 

Simply, he wanted a comfortable life with a comfortable retirement and a successful life. 

But, something happened:

Arthur, a 28-year-old businessman furrowed his brow at his sudden predicament. 

"Oi." 

I was just at work, but now I'm laying on an unfamiliar feeling bed and staring at the ceiling of an unfamiliar wall. 

Arthur found himself laying on a random bed, on the ceiling was pure white. His room wasn't pure white, and the ceiling and lights looked unfamiliar. 

Did I get drunk? No, I don't drink. 

Arthur only drank when he was invited to dinner meetings and informal parties/meetups with his bosses and employees, and even then it was a can or less. 

Alcohol was utterly useless, anyone who found themselves relying on it were clearly losers who couldn't handle the cards they were dealt with. 

Arthur sat up, and even his body felt foreign. It felt more soft and chubby, and looking at his arms confirmed it. 

"Huh?!" 

His surprise didn't end there as when he stood up, he was greeted by an unfamiliar room. 

Alright, alright... Don't panic. Let's think.

Arthur sat down on the newly found bed, but before he could think any more, right in front of him was a mirror. 

And he looked at himself. 

"T-This, isn't me?" 

Arthur stood up frantically and nearly ran toward the mirror. 

He looked like a chubby teenager with pimples all over his face, he was quite tall and had broad shoulders but that appeal was minimized by the very fact that he was fat all around. High-schoolers these days would compare this body to a "Discord Mod". 

"What the fuck is going on here."

Sweating profusely, Arthur looked around. The room was equally a mess:

"Light novels, erotic games, clothes everywhere. Whoever owns this room is a fucking leech of society." 

The room was an absolute mess and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in over a year. Packets of food lay on the table, suspicious tissues overflowed the rubbish bin and the room was dark as well, despite there being a window and it clearly being daytime. It was as if a pig lived in this room. 

No, forget that, what the hell is happening with my body? Who the hell am I? Did I just suddenly appear in this body? 

The shock hadn't faded, and Arthur's hands smacked onto his face, feeling it. 

But eventually, the reality seemed to have rubbed in. 

"...So, some supernatural thing occurred and now I'm trapped in a body of a... 17-year-old? Could be 16." 

Not only that, he seems to be a fucking slob. 

The first thing that came to mind was How. How did this happen? 

But no matter how much Arthur thought, the reality didn't change and no answers came to mind. 

"Screw it, let's at least figure out where we are." 

Opening the door to the room, Arthur walked out. 

He was met by a wooden floor and a typical modern western household, and from the looks of it, he was upstairs too.

He didn't seem to be rich, nor was he too poor and still lived with his parents. 

Arthur walked downstairs, and was greeted by an unfamiliar figure. 

"William?" 

It was a female voice, and she stood in the kitchen of the house cooking something. 

The moment I appeared, she dropped everything and called out my name in confusion.

"W-William? You've finally left y-your room without anyone asking you?" 

William? So that's the name of this guy here? And from the sounds of it, he doesn't leave his room often. No wonder why that place looks disgusting. And this is his mother. Oh, let's act the part then. 

"Yes, mother. Is that so strange?" 

I blurted out, unsure of how William's voice sounded. 

"You're even talking to me politely!" 

Woah, did William really hate his mother or something? Look at her, she's surprised that I'm not snorting and walking away without a word full of angst! 

"Hahaha..."

Looking around, I noticed the flag belonging to the Combined States of North America. So we're still in the same country, and nothing much has changed. That's a relief I guess. 

"Do you want dinner, dear? I'll make your favourite!" 

"Of course, mother, thank you so much." 

I acted how a polite-mannered teenager would act. 

But it seems like acting the way I did brought some unforeseen consequences. 

"M-Mother?" 

After hearing my response, William's mother's expression froze. Tears ran down her face as she began to violently sob. 

"I-I don't know what happened, b-but I'm so so so so happy for you, William!" 

And without a moments thought, she ran and hugged me. 

William... What kind of person are you... The hell? 

I didn't know what to say, but looking around really did confirm my suspicions of this place being around the upper-middle class. But for now, it seems like I need to retreat back into my room and learn more about William and everything around me. 

After dealing with the crying mother, I ran back to my room and sat down on this weirdly comfortable chair that seemed to be made for gaming. 

"Alright... Let's do some extensive research on this kid, and everything else." 

Part 2 

I looked through his school books, his computer (he kept all his passwords in a drawer) and his entire room. 

And I am heavily disappointed. 

"William Thoven, 16-year-old High Schooler in his second final year of High school. Overweight but tall, he gets shitty grades and doesn't go outside at all, only when he's going to school or buying some junk food. He has a heavy internet presence and frequently visits 4chan and Reddit from his internet history (all the bad parts of reddit and 4chan) and has little to no social value at school." 

Saying this out loud, I sighed, massaging the base of my nose. 

If a so-called god were to give me a "second chance" in a young person's body, why did it have to be in this slob's body? 

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William Thoven, he's the type of person who I despise the most. Not hardworking, an utter idiot. 

You can't trust people who don't work hard. 

Well, it seems like I'm gonna be stuck in this body for a while. I should do the best I can to live with it. 

Come to think of it, it's around 6 am, school should start in 2 hours. It begins at 8:30 am according to the school manual. 

Packing William's things, I put on his school clothes and with his phone, find the bus pathway to his school. 

Oh wait. 

"The first thing I need to do is take a shower, I smell disgusting." 

[As I showered, I vaguely heard the murmurs between my mother and my supposed sister outside, they seemed to be surprised. There's no way William didn't shower often, right? You know, I'd rather not know] 

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It was now 7:30am, the trip to school was pretty long, but I made it through the gates and I'm inside. 

Reliving high school does feel a little bit blissful, but in this body and knowing a bit more about this "William" , all that satisfaction magically disappeared. 

The High School was huge, much bigger than expected and there were kids who came early hanging around, waiting for classes to start. 

When I was in High School, I always made my way to school as early as possible and studied in the library or socialized with the early birds, it was pretty efficient. 

Since I looked like a disgusting pig, the people I walked past looked at me disgustingly, but I did try my best to make my uniform look neat and tidy. 

Most of the unattractiveness came from how fat I was, it that was solved then my attractiveness points would increase drastically. Also skincare, hair care, and bodybuilding. 

In my mind, I made a mental note: Weight Loss. Muscle building, skincare, and hair care. 

I also began walking around the school with the spare time I had this morning, just to learn what it looks like. 

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Samantha. 

My name is Samantha, and I'm in Class 2 of Year 11, the second last year of high school. 

After fixing her light makeup on her face in the girl's bathrooms, she headed into the hallways and to her homeroom class, the bell rang a few minutes ago. 

She was pretty short and had blonde hair with a significant amount of bust, clearly the popular gal type of girl, and walked with an air of exceedingly copious amounts of confidence. She was aware of her beauty, and would probably be considered the most beautiful girl in the school. 

But she was quite a mean girl, she had an overly sarcastic attitude and a very disagreeable dominating personality. 

Most importantly, she was a bully. And had a group of boys do most of the physical aspects of bullying for her. 

At the moment, she has her eye on one certain boy. 

A pig fat boy named William, whom she'd been taking the wallet of and verbally assaulting him lately. Well, not lately, William has been her target for around two years. 

She opened the door to her homeroom, and in the edge middle seat, sat a chubby boy with a reasonable length of black hair. 

Samantha inspected him, and noticed something different. 

He's wearing his uniform all neatly and with heavy discipline, his shirt was tucked in and his blazer was ironed. He even combed his hair to look socially acceptable, much more socially acceptable than he was the days before. 

Usually, his uniform was a mess and his hair covered his eyes like a socially-ignorant loser. 

Furthering her point, William seemed to be... Studying? 

On his seat, he had his book out along with a textbook that seemed to be on the first page, almost as if he was revising his topics from day one of school. On the sheet he was writing on, it was clearly outlined as "Year 11 - Study Notes. Overall subjects."

What's going on here...? 

Everyone else seemed to be surprised too, they all looked at him weirdly and with a small look of scorn. Just like her, no one really liked William. 

He was rude, inconsiderate, and insensitive. Couldn't keep his opinions and hot-takes to himself. He spoke like he had a stick up his ass. 

"You think you're all smart and cool now? Don't think just tidying up your looks will change anything, William. You're still just an ugly pig." 

Samantha stomped toward William and slammed her fist onto his desk. 

"Huh?" 

William looked back at her, glaring upwards fiercely, raising his brow. 

His cold look mixed in with irritation made the comparison of his usual cowardly flinch and "w-what is i-it, I'm sorry!" pale in confidence. 

Did something change within him? 

Samatha thought, but she glared at him back. 

"What did you say?!" 

This wasn't in character of William, the usually rude but meek guy in her classes that she teased and bullied for so long. He never had this much confidence even to talk back, what the hell?

"..." 

He didn't stop staring though, he kept his gaze on her.

He was staring right into her soul. 

He looked as if he was seeing right through her, as if he knew everything about her. 

As if, she wasn't a threat anymore. 

Samantha grit her teeth and walked back to her seat. 

Everyone was even more surprised. 

You... William, how dare you...

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Arthur 

That girl... Who was she? 

From the sounds of it, and what she said. She seems to be a bully, or something. 

People like her probably have insecurities hiding underneath their arrogant faces, the best approach was to stare at her right in the eyes until she gave up. In the end, their existence is hollow if their purpose is to intimidate. So scaring them off momentarily with real confidence easily did the trick. 

And I was right, she backed off the moment I displayed even the hint of confidence to fight back. 

Just like a frightened dog.

I have a feeling she'll come back to bite me, but oh well. We'll cross that bridge in the long run. 

For now, I have a grasp on the subject syllabus, I remember studying everything from high school. 

Since I'm in the body of a boy from high school, I might as well take full advantage and live my life once again. But first, I'm gonna need to fix it up. 

Even if this is temporary or not, which I haven't confirmed, it's worth a try, and sounds pretty fun. Hell, I don't even know if its a dream. 

But if it's real, and if it's permanent. 

I'm gonna fix up this shitty boy's life, and become the most successful man alive. 

First things first, a long 3-month holiday starts tomorrow according to the school diary. 

So, let's lose some weight, improve my looks and then come back to school actually looking attractive, shall we? 

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