She was always talking about them. Brandon's thick black hair, Aiden's bronze skin. Josh's sexy biceps and Will's tight ass.
I was so fucking sick of hearing about all these perfect guys that I could never be. That look in her shining blue eyes, that lust.
The way she didn't even notice that I was gut-wrenchingly, agonizingly in love with her.
*You're my best friend, Tom* she told me often. I smiled and agreed, but I didn't want to be her friend. I wanted to be *wanted*.
It took months of hard work, but I finally did it. I walked confidently up the stairs to her bedroom, smiling at my reflection in every mirror and pane of glass that I passed.
It was amazing, the way a change in appearance changed my whole attitude.
I turned on her light. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes for a moment before she focused on me and gasped.
*I don't blame her,* I thought as I ran my fingers through Brandon's thick black hair, and admired the way Aiden's smooth bronze skin glowed in the dim light. *I really am a whole new man.*
Or, you know... the best pieces of several.