John’s face turned from vaguely irritated to noticeably angry when he saw that his flight was delayed for another full day. As a young professional just above the age of 30, he had jumped on the first opportunity he got to travel to China for teaching college at a reputable level. However, the flight had one layover in Singapore’s famous Changi airport – a beautiful, nature-filled building that was as much of a tourist destination as any other. John was able to enjoy it for a few hours, but at the end of the day, it was still just an airport, and he was nervous about any tardiness impacting his career.

               Luckily, the Changi airport offered luxurious options for passengers to sleep. It’s just one day, John thought, taking in a deep breath. Patience and rationality under pressure were never his strong suits when he didn’t have other people, like students, to keep him from getting into his own head. He had always thoughts services like air and ground transportation should be 100% flawless at all times because peoples’ lives and productivity depended on them.

               “Can you believe this shit? Full-day delays are ridiculous.” John said to an attractive female stranger at one of the airport’s bars. After having seen her and her bouncing blonde hair throughout the day, he assumed she was also stuck here for the night. “The weather outside is crazy,” the woman replied with an offended expression, “grow up, man. I’ll gladly stay here another night than fly in that storm.” The woman promptly sat up and walked away, handing John yet another defeat. After a few drinks, John continued to vent to strangers in the area and received even less sympathy for his increasingly tipsy behavior.

               After an uncomfortable night of sleep and a light morning hangover, John returned and waited at his gate, certain that his flight would take off within the next few hours. He passed the time by listening to podcasts with his eyes closed, browsing the web through his phone, and by writing down interesting observations he saw on a notepad to help him cope with a space he didn’t want to be in – an idea given to him by a therapist long ago. A few heads turned toward John when he snapped his mechanical pencil with one hand at the announcement of yet another flight delay.

               “Come on, people!! How long are you going to keep us here?!” John shouted, silencing everyone around the terminal. “Sir-” one of the flight attendants began, but was interrupted by John: “No, no ‘sirs!’ I needed to be in Beijing yesterday, and you’re telling me there’s a storm outside so disastrous that you need to hold off flying for two whole days? It’s not that long of a flight! Hell, I could’ve been there today if I had driven yesterday!” The security guards positioned themselves into John’s view – although he was fuming, he knew better than to get physical.

               To John’s surprise, the blonde woman from yesterday approached him. “Look, man. Have you seen what’s happening outside? I’m a meteorologist and I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. I get it, you’re frustrated, and none of us want to spend another night here, but you just have to get over yourself. Stop acting like a pathetic man-child.” Before John could reply, the woman began to walk away, then motioned for him to follow.

               “I’m John, by the way,” John said as he walked with the woman. “I didn’t ask,” the woman replied coldly, “but I’m Kylie.” Kylie silently led John through the airport until they arrived at a huge room with glass walls and a domed ceiling where one could see everything in the sky as clearly as if they were outside. Although the clouds and rain had been apparent to John, he never could’ve imagined what he saw at this vantage point. Craning his neck all the way back, he saw a vortex of fluffy black clouds mixed with what looked like red clouds, wrapping around each other in thick layers. Bright red lightning flashed in the sky moments before the thunder roared loud enough to threaten breaking the heavily reinforced glass.

               “What the hell is this…?” John wondered out loud. “Like I said, I don’t know. Nobody knows. It’s a never-before-seen phenomenon, and the safest place we can be right now is in this airport. If you get it now, then do us all a favor and stop embarrassing yourself in public.” The words stung, but the unreal sight was almost incredible enough for John to have forgotten about Kylie completely. The center of the vortex almost looked like some kind of massive glowing eye that could move even the most artistically-illiterate people.

               As Kylie walked away, John asked: “Hey, you wanna get a dr-” “No,” Kylie replied without turning around. John sighed, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief now that he had a better idea of the storm, giving him a better excuse for his tardiness if he were to be questioned about it. He continued to walk and mingle throughout the airport for the remainder of the day, coming back to the view every few hours to check on the vortex. The storm didn’t let up – it only seemed to get worse into the evening with the rain pattering harder against the roof.

               Before it was time to get ready for bed, John found himself strolling through one of the many gift shops, figuring that he ought to bring something with him to remind him of this crazy trip when it was all over. Loud thunder boomed from outside, shaking a few of the more delicate ornaments. “You see the storm out there?” John asked the cashier, twiddling a small keychain depicting a lion’s head on a fish tail. “Oh, no, I haven’t…it’s been very loud, though,” the cashier meekly replied. “It’s freakin’ wild,” John said, “like, you gotta go to the big dome spot to get the best view. But it’s like a giant evil tornado. This is gonna be my second damn night here,” he laughed. The cashier smiled in return. The lights flickered throughout the airport. After a pause, John continued: “It kinda sucks, but what’re we gonna do, right? I’m just trying to get to China for work. Like, I just wish I could be where I could do my job, damn it!” John chuckled again, hoping that his coping humor was translating well.

               At that exact moment, a massive red bolt of lighting struck the airport. All of the lights died in an instant, and the ground beneath John’s feet shook enough to send him onto the hard floor. The impact knocked him unconscious. The keychain, partially wrapped around his fingers, glowed with a faintest little light for a few minutes before going out.

               John woke up in one of the airport’s passenger beds the next morning. To his surprise, Kylie was sitting near him on a chair. “Kylie?” he groggily asked. “Oh my gosh, Jen! You’re awake! Thank goodness!” Kyle exclaimed, frantically putting her magazine down and helping John sit up. “What happened last night?” he asked. “We found you knocked out in the gift shop, it looked like you fell. Do you remember anything?”

               John groaned, rubbing his eyes while trying to recall. “Storm…storm…storm! Yeah, the storm! Is it still going?” Kylie gave him an odd look. Even without being at the airport’s scenic dome, it was obvious to anyone that today was a bright and sunny day from the large windows around them. “I-I remember I had a little keychain in my hand, too…where is that?” John continued. “Think they probably just put it back. C’mon bud, let’s get you up.” Kylie said, helping John swing himself out of bed and onto his feet.

               There was a jolt of unfamiliarity – John was looking at Kylie at eye level. Wasn’t I taller than her? he thought. Adjusting and patting down his clothes, which had also become smaller, he figured he must’ve remembered incorrectly. “I-I’m gonna go check on the vortex,” John said, shaking out his fingers and wrists. “The what?” Kylie asked. “The vortex! You know, from yesterday? Maybe part of it is still there, at least? You coming with?” John expected another swift decline, but Kylie happily agreed with a laugh. She might think I’m crazy, but she seems kinda into me now, I think? Maybe she finally came around to my charm?

               John’s wrists and ankles cracked and spasmed as he walked with Kylie, much to his friend’s concern. “You feeling okay, grandma?” Kylie joked with genuine concern. “Yeah, just feeling a little tight in the ol’ joints…must’ve slept wrong?” As John was focused on getting to the dome, he didn’t cast a glance at his changing hands and feet. Within his shrinking shoes, his toes compacted to be smaller than his big toes, and his hands were powerless to become anything but dainty to match his newly bony wrists. His short, blocky nails grew out in both directions on his fingers, giving them captivating ovular forms.

               “It’s…totally gone,” John breathed, looking up through the dome at the clearest blue sky he’d ever seen. “Sure you didn’t imagine it?” Kylie asked. “Imagine it? Kylie, you’re the one who showed it to me yesterday!” Kylie simply blinked. “You must’ve really hit your head. C’mon, let’s go check on our flight.” The pair walked back to the gates and saw that their flight to China had been canceled, as the plane meant to fly out had somehow become damaged. John felt rage bubbling within him. He wanted to scream, shout, and accuse the world of being against him. After taking a deep breath, the anger faded away much faster and easier than it ever had before. “That fucking blows,” he mumbled. After a brief silence, Kylie suggested: “Why don’t we get some brunch while we’re here?”

               John ordered a burger and fries for himself while Kylie stuck to a light salad while mooching off of her friend’s fries. “Mmm, overpriced but delicious,” John said through a full mouth. His legs shifted while he ate, as he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was getting fatter as soon as each bite went into his mouth. Although he didn’t directly notice it, his gut was right – his stomach flattening wasn’t nearly enough to counteract the bloat he felt the from feminine fat that began to fill out his skinny thighs. His pants stretched in tandem so that they never felt too tight, even when his pelvis was uncomfortably broadening, testing the limits of how far his flesh could stretch. In contrast, his shortened calves had slimmed even further to better match his tiny ankles, and his knobby knees had leveled down along the joints. The light muscle tone in John’s upper arms was smothered out around the same time, leaving him with soft, rounded shoulders.

               After brunch, John and Kylie continued to tour around and enjoy the airport, mainly on Kylie’s lead, as John was having trouble figuring out what to do without her company. The pair chatted as they walked, including personal topics that felt odd to talk about between people who had just met each other. John wasn’t sure why Kylie felt so comfortable divulging parts of her life story to him, but he happily rolled with it, hoping that they’d still be able to connect once they left the airport.

               “Oh my gosh, I forgot they had a world-class salon here!” Kylie exclaimed as they continued their browsing. “I need a massage and a mani-pedi. C’mon!” Kylie dragged John into the salon by his wrist. “I’ll, uh, wait for you outside,” John chuckled nervously. Kylie gave him the most confused look he’d seen from her yet. “Bitch, get over here!” she laughed. “You are not going to pass this place up! I was here a few years ago, it is divine.”

               Although reluctant, John agreed. In the middle of their full body massages, he was certainly happy that he did. Kylie was right, the knots in his body felt like they were evaporating, including the knots that formed on his back during the massage as his frame continued to curve and slenderize. He was thankful that the man giving him the massage managed to avoid touching his junk while his meaty thighs were being kneaded like dough, not realizing that there was very little remaining junk to touch.  

               After the massage, John and Kylie lounged in the salon chairs soaking their feet while manicurists gently held their hands to begin working their magic. Guys do this shit all the time, if anything it’s just manscaping, John thought to himself, unaware that his nails were soon going to be painted with a cute bright yellow. As his wet feet were being massaged and prepped for a similar treatment, a tingle ran through his chest. At first it felt like it could’ve been nothing, but as his nipples slowly perked and grew, scratching against the inside of his rough shirt, discomfort became hard to ignore.

               Kiwi slices were placed over John’s and Kylie’s eyes, and their faces were lightly moisturized. With his hands and feet being worked on, John was completely powerless to address the foreign sensations within his shirt. Fat and tissue accumulated, bolstering little mounds that grew, sagged, grew, and sagged over and over in microdoses. His breathing was heavy, afraid of what the people around him were thinking more than how he felt himself. He was dying to press his chest in the hopes of relieving tension; however, the tension eventually faded by itself once his chest had fully developed into two modest breasts hanging uncomfortably within his shirt.

               “How ya feelin’?” Kylie asked as their newly painted finger and toenails were drying. “G-Good! I feel real-really-” John coughed a little, trying to alleviate a tickle in his throat. His voice began to change, although neither he nor Kylie seemed to find it strange. “I feel really relaxed, finally…I think,” he finished. God, what is wrong with me today?

               Shortly before it was finally time to get up, John’s clothing seamlessly morphed – his jeans became bell-bottomed and tighter around his ass, while his shirt became an entirely different material and color, fitting better to his feminine figure. His collar dipped further towards his chest, showing off the smallest amount of cleavage that his newly formed bra would allow. The boxers in his pants pressed up against his crotch, sitting comfortably between his legs now that any male impedances had fully retracted. John’s sneakers also shifted into small open-toed pumps.

               “Ohmigawd they did such a good job!” Kylie squealed, looking at her own pink nails. John looked down at his pretty little hands and feet and wiggled his digits. He smiled; they did look really damn cute. But looking down at his body developed a growing sense of dread. Things seemed normal, but completely irregular at the same time.

               “You okay Jen? I love the yellow on you!” Kylie asked, wrapping her arm around John’s shoulder. “I knowww, I don’t remember the last time I felt so dolled up,” John laughed. Saying that as if it were second nature continued to develop the pit in his stomach. A moment of silence passed before Kylie asked, “So what’s up with you today? We’ve been having so much fun and you’ve been spacey all day!” John looked into her eyes, unsure of how to answer. She looked more beautiful than he remembered.

               Putting out a fake smile, John eventually said, “I think I’m, like…ugh, no. Sorry, let me use the restroom. I just need a little refresher.” “As if the salon wasn’t enough!” Kylie joked, taking a seat to wait for her friend. Without thinking about it, John entered the women’s room, and upon seeing his reflection, he was completely unsure of how to react.

A pretty Chinese woman stared back at him in the mirror. “No,” he barely breathed through his lips, clearly feeling stubble on his face as he rubbed it with his fingers. His reflection had such long hair, but he only felt his usual short hair on top of his head when he patted it. As if on cue, the hair on his head began to grow, enveloping the hand on his head and cascading down with increasing volume. Touching his other hand back to his face, the stubble had vanished, and he felt his skin slithering underneath his fingertips.

               “Fuck,” John continued to mumble, taking his glasses off and splashing his face with water from the faucet. His thin, dry lips had moisturized and expanded around his rounding jaw. He couldn’t stop touching his tongue to the backs of his teeth as they straightened and whitened, giving him the gorgeous smile he had always wanted. Feeling the skin around his eyelids, there was a surprising sense of relief as they melded and folded together, giving his now-brown eyes the distinct almond shape he thought was familiar. His Caucasian tone was quick to darken and tan into a glowing yellow hue, making him indistinguishable from the Chinese woman the world had been seeing him as.

               John held her head. All of the changes felt right, she felt comfortable in her own skin, and yet something about her still felt off. At that moment, Kylie walked in and wrapped her arms around John’s waist. “How’re you babe?” she whispered. A warm fuzzy feeling fluttered in John’s stomach. It was more than lust, it was the same kind of comfort someone would feel with a person they could wholeheartedly trust and rely on. “Better with you here,” John whispered, turning her head around toward Kylie. As they closed their eyes, their lips met with a slow, passionate kiss.

               Fragments of John’s life were coming back into her mind. She didn’t know why she kept thinking of herself as John when her name was actually Ju Hua – or Jenny, when she told people in English. She had grown up in China and eventually moved to Singapore to teach, and somewhere along the way, she had met the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Kylie. Her platinum features were so alluring, and to this day Jenny still couldn’t believe that she was lucky enough to call Kylie her girlfriend.

               When the kiss broke, Jen turned toward her partner and buried her face into Kylie’s shoulder. Kylie lovingly stroked her partner’s long black hair and checked her head for any injuries due to the fall she had last night. “We can go to the hospital before we go home,” Kylie eventually suggested. Jenny pulled her head back up with teary, yet happy eyes. “No, no hospitals. I’m feeling…better. Where I really need to be right now is back at our apartment. Let’s go home, dear.” Kylie smiled and reached into the small purse that was wrapped around Jen’s arm – something she hadn’t noticed until now. Kylie pulled out Jenny’s car keys. “I know it’s your car, but no way in hell am I letting you drive today. Let’s go!”

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God, sometimes it was good to have magic.

Like the time where I turned a raging homophobe into a slutty twink- ready to service all the men he was just yelling slurs at.

Or the time I made two families whole again- mostly by making their dads gay and fall in love with each other.

Or times like this, where I get a front row seat to a read-faced, blonde twink about to grow into the sexiest Arab stud you’ve ever seen.

That’s it boy, breathe in the steam-feel the spicy scent fill your nose. God it smells good doesn’t it? Smells like… smells like… home, right?

Yeah, that’s right, must feel nice having your memories drain into your balls huh? Doesn’t matter- they’ll be replaced soon. After I’ve had my fun that is.

Alright, where to begin? Let’s start by making you look the part.

The dark skin and darker hair suits you- but what about your size? Can’t have a Grade A stud like you walk around skinny as a twig.

Mmm you’re getting hard right? I would be too if my body started packing on muscle, enough to turn you from shrimp to the next Mr Olympia.

Then comes the features- reshape your face a little here and there, add a couple features and a sexy beard. Oh? Your arms are raising. Must be instinct- your hind brain is searching for a headboard to grip. You need that kind of leverage when fucking a hot piece of ass with your 12 inch fuckpole.

What’s that? You don’t have a footlong? You do now champ- just look at you tenting that towel. Fucking ace man! You’ve gotta have at donkey balls to match right?

Yeahhh, that’s it, cum for me dude. Let out all that boy juice and become a real man!

800milesisadrive:

The Hands That Lead

The Fate Of SolarGirl

https://thehandsthatlead.blog/2022/05/13/friday-may-13-2022/

“AH!” Cal shouted in surprise. The look of terror and fear seemingly out of place on his huge, suited body.

“Relax. Cal! That’s Milan,” Phillis communicated through the watch. “Milan! It’s so good to see you!”

“Wish I could say the same Phillis, I’m sure you look exquisite as usual. As is the help you managed to find. I know the templates from the watch are pre-set, but I must say you wear this one well.” Milan says as he eyes Cal’s current appearance, even going so far as to lightly stroke his lapel on the new suit he was wearing.

“Uh…. Wow. Um… Mr. Milan… pleasure to meet you I… sorry Phillis didn’t mention how you looked so I wasn’t sure to look for I… sorry you’re just very handsome and cute and I wasn’t expecting…. Well you!” In Cal’s mind he had an image what an international superspy would look like. So, it was very surprising when this cute shorter man had walked up to the security room in an even more fancy suit than the one Cal was given.

“I bet she undersold my good looks. Well Phillis there’s certainly enough to go around. You don’t have to be jealous. I specialize in being unassuming when I want to be, though it’s hard to keep this much charm under wraps.” Milan said to the watch Cal was wearing followed by a wink at Cal again causing him to blush. “By the way you can call me Hank or Henry or later if you’re free after this.” For Cal it was jarring to see this cute smaller white buy so forward, when he looked like a tough soldier in a suit!

“Keep it in your pants agent. I’ve got an exit strategy for us planned out by the river now that you’re here. Prepare for extraction.” Phillis chided as Milan laughed.

“Not quite yet love. I didn’t jump off cliffside parties and go in deep cover to just leave. I needed you here because our mission wasn’t done yet Phillis.” Milan explained as he began to type into the security system.  “I know you can see into what I’m pulling up now so let me catch you up. I had already stayed in an undercover position as a valet for the party for days before our mission. When I ditched the watch in the ocean I was doing so because I knew our cover had been blown. Ramiz knew our style with disguise tech and to get by unnoticed I needed it gone. So, I dove off that cliff, where I had my backup bag waiting for me. By the way Phillis remind me to thank this lovely gentleman who runs this bar on the outskirts of town.”

“Milan! Focus!” Phillis yelled, though she was taking extensive notes on the info Milan had been pulling up.

“Anyway, I immediately saw that drones were scanning for the watch, but they couldn’t find it under the waves when it was deactivated. Needless to say, I followed them back to where they’d been deployed, found this mansion and infiltrated it as a butler to keep tabs on what Ramiz could possibly be up to. It goes way passed a Baron’s info drive. He’s doing strange bio technical experiments Phillis. Are you seeing this?”

Phillis paled as she observed the scenes before her. “Unfortunately, yes. I’m uploading these recordings right now. My gosh.”

Cal could only stare in confusion as footage of the labs he’d passed on the way here flooded the screen. In some videos he could see scientists creating these strange sets of rings. In others he could see a line of healthy powerful looking young men lying asleep on medical examining beds. The last video showed Ramiz! Though not the Ramiz Cal had seen at the bar nor in the mansion. This Ramiz looked older and more withered, until he held one ring up to an unconscious young man only for a bright flash to occur. A very familiar bright flash to occur. When the camera’s perspective got into focus The young man on the table was a lot older looking and look infirmed, while Ramiz looked confident and full of vitality. “Bring in the next one,” Ramiz called out in the recording before it cut off.

“So. Phillis, I don’t understand all the tech behind what’s being done, but I do know it needs to stop before another innocent young man gets taken. He’s been kidnapping these people off the streets! We need to stop him before anyone else gets hurt.” Milan continued.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ok… Milan this is using similar tech to mine, and it goes way beyond cloaking for espionage… yes. We can stop this. But we must get Cal out over here. Cal, I’m going to tell you how to disengage the watch so it can be removed ok? Milan, with the watch’s help… you’ll be able to free the captives, destroy the labs, and clear us a way out.”

“Sounds wonderful darling. Cal, was it? If you would.” Milan reaches out his hand for the watch.

Cal looked down at his big body as Phillis gave him the disengage instructions. He couldn’t fully grasp the severity of the situation, but he knew that it was his time to step down. As much as he’d enjoyed playing with these new bodies, he wasn’t going to let that get in the way of making sure anyone in this building was ok.

Before he even realized it the watch had fallen off into Milan’s hand and in another flash, Cal was standing there in an oversized suit, about a few inches below eye level with Milan. He was back to his normal height of 5’2 and mop of unruly dark hair made him appear average at best. Even his tanned skin mad him miss his previously darker bigger body just a moment ago.

“Thank you very much Cal. I literally only just met you, but I do know that you must’ve done a hell of a lot to get this far to help me and Phillis. I’ll take it from here.” Then with a practiced pose, Milan put on the watch! It snapped around his wrist in a flash and charged to life.  “Alright Phillis, you’ve got communications going. I’ll do the groundwork. Cal, you may not have the watch, but we need eyes on security. You give us a heads up on anything we may miss, ok?”

Surprised, Cal nodded eagerly. “O-of course. I’ll be watching. You can count on me.”

“Good, then let’s go Phillis.” Milan presses down the buttons on the watch and starts his first transformation. He instantly took on the form of the soldier body Cal was using before! From this angle Cal could see just how imposing of a presence he had mere moment ago. Before Cal could even fully admire Milan’s body, he’d run off down the hall.

Through the security cameras Cal could see Milan in soldier form go in and disarm a bunch of guards before knocking them all out in mere seconds! In no time at all Milan was in another room smashing through equipment and research using the body Cal called Ignis! He was raising the axe on his back with expert precision, slicing through everything around the area!

Cal sat back and relaxed as Milan made short work of every obstacle this building was throwing at him, all with the subtly and support from Phillis to not raise any of this fortress’ alarms!

While he was certainly happy that the plan was going well, part of Cal was already reminiscent over his experiences with the watch. Swimming at those speeds, saving Leo from that burning building, speeding down the roads on a motorcycle, and even that strange party at the bar. All of it was such a unique interesting experience. Everything Cal didn’t think he was…

All seemed to be going well as Cal could see Milan freeing the last of the captured men, when something occurred to Cal. He was reviewing the various screens in front of him carefully as he asked Phillis, “Hey… you’re still in the system right Phillis? You can see everything I can?”

“Yeah of course. I still have our whole exit plan once Milan is done. The waterways are our best bet, I’ve got a boat set up and everything.”

“Can you see yourself? Your boat I mean? And the upper floors? I’m only seeing Milan down here… everything else is… the same… I remember Ramiz said he’d be going upstairs. To check on the butlers but I don’t see him anywhere. Or any of the butlers for that matter.”

“Wait. Cal you’re right. The feed I’m receiving. Frame by frame comparison. It’s looping. Someone knows we’re in their system. Milan! You hear that? Regroup and make your exit with Cal now!”

“I’m on my way Phillis I-“ Milan began before his voice cut out. Moments later screen after screen in the security room began to turn off. Even the lights were beginning to dim.

“No! Cal! They’ve locked me out. Listen carefully I need you to s-“ Phillis began before her voice was cut off from the room’s speakers.

And then Cal was alone, nothing but silence and dimming lights around him.

“Oh crap. Fuck! Ok. I Uh…. Shit… I need to… get out of here! Find Milan! Phillis too! Then… shit. Then we’ll figure the rest out together!” Cal mumbled pacing back and forth before quietly opening the door to sneak back through the halls.

His soldier like memories remembered the exact path back up the stairs to the ground level, though now the path was littered with unconscious guards and broken glass. Milan was definitely in this direction. As he ascended the stairs, he could hear a conversation happening.

“Well Milan, I can’t say I’m surprised. I knew you’d turn out at one point. Our lest rendezvous ended so abruptly, perhaps now you’ll be able to stick around.” Cal could see Ramiz in his nicely suited body talking to Milan who was still transformed into Ignis the fire template, but disarmed.

“Ramiz! You’re looking… darker than usual. I’d heard you’d appropriated art as you rose the ranks of crime, not it appears you’re doing the same with race and ethnicity. Can’t say I blame the attempt to rid yourself of that ugly mug,” Milan retorted. Peaking out a little further Cal could see Ramiz had two guards restraining him! Not only that Cal could see that Milan managed to catch his eye and wink at him. What was he doing!?

“Now Ramiz! You’ve got me right where you want me. Everything you were after, right here. Why not call off your guards and we can talk about this like gentlemen.” Milan offers.

Ramiz laughs and strangely enough all his guards laugh in the same cadence at the same time. “Agent Milan. I couldn’t build a mansion large enough to contain that ego of yours. I was never after you! It was always that watch! The device is more powerful than you could possibly imagine. Once your change times out and that genius comes here to rescue you, THEN I’ll have everything I want! And I certainly won’t need another butler. The one’s holding you down should suffice.” Ramiz proclaims.

Cal could see fear run across Milan’s suave composed face, but he quickly shook it off. This was also the first time Cal noticed that these new guards looked odd. Their clothes were ill fitting as if they were wearing a suit sized much smaller than their current bulky forms.

Milan growled, “Mousier Ramiz. If you think for one moment that you’ll lay even a finger on Phillis!”

“You are hardly in a position to be making threats agent.” Ramiz mocks.

“Oh. I won’t be the one threatening.” Milan says as he begins to close his eyes and look away from the windows of the room.

Confused and concerned, Cal was wondering why the agent was looking away. The mansion windows in that direction face a nearby river and the sun shining outside made it hard to see passed the waterfront. But for some reason there was a low buzzing sound growing progressively louder. That is until a large speed boat burst through the windows into the foyer!

Piloting the boat was none other than Phillis who had smashed through the mansion walls and held a pistol out shooting the two men holding Milan. The agent seemed to see this coming and rolled out of the way as the boat landed! Phillis tossed Milan a gun and the two began to shoot at the encroaching guards! Cal was awestruck at the action movie like fight he was seeing unfurl before his eyes. Though the occasional bullet towards the stairs reminded him to duck in time for a stray shot to shoot open the vent to his side.

“That’s enough!” Ramiz shouted as he stood from behind cover and began to point his ring at Milan and Phillis! Soon their bodies went rigid, and Cal could see small strands of energy were pouring out of them.

The gunfire immediately stopped as all the guards in the room seemed to be still… no… vibrating with energy. Their faces growing a very similar stubble like pattern to the current firefighter template that Milan was wearing. However, unlike the guys from the video Milan’s form was remaining unchanged and still ruggedly handsome. Ramiz was simply grinning ear to ear.

With no one else moving, Cal realized he had to do something! He nervously got to his feet and felt like he was going to regret this next part. It was hard to imagine Cal was capable of anything, but a blind fury filled tackle. And that is exactly what he delivered to Ramiz who was confused to a new participant in this fight. It was enough to have Ramiz stumble startled, dropping his concentration on Milan and Phillis, but not enough to knock him over.

“Who the fuck are you?” Ramiz composes himself and lifts Cal up by the neck squinting at him.

“Let him go!” Phillis demands, still panting at whatever the ring had done to her.

“Is your agency taking interns Phillis? You could certainly do better than this one. You’re the creator of a piece of technology that can replicate and overwrite a person’s DNA. The miracle mind of her generation wasted. But now that I finally have something you want, you’re going to give me that watch Milan is wearing and walk over here slowly. Or this one experiences what this ring can do up close.”

Through bleary eyes Cal could see Milan and Phillis look at one another before Phillis entered the watch’s release code, reverting Milan back to normal.

“He’s no one Ramiz. I’ll give you whatever you want, but that guy gets out safe. Ok?” Phillis said approaching slowly.

Ramiz let out a slow laugh. “I have no intention of sullying my collection with someone like him. You have my word, he’ll come to no harm… well much harm.”

Phillis glared daggers at him till they were five feet apart. Cal was still dangling in the air by the arm of this impressively powerful man!

“Cal… I’m sorry.” Phillis said looking at him sadly before punching Ramiz and slapping the watch back on to Cal’s wrist! Before Cal could even speak Phillis had slammed down hard on a template that Cal had not seen before. There was a bright flash of light from the watch and Cal could already feel Ramiz’s grip loosen.

SpyWatchChapter 5

After a long night of study and rest Phillis awakens to a the light snoring of Cal on the couch. He’s sprawled out sleepily with his watch hand flung lazily to the ground.

“Guess he managed to finish reading everything available. Otherwise that transformation wouldn’t have timed out with the new parameters I set in place. Honestly surprised, perhaps there is something to this guy after all…” 

For the next few minutes Phillis opened up her laptop to find out where exactly Milan would be headed based on the watch’s info and his hidden message. It wasn’t until she’d ordered food that arrived within the hour that Cal awoke to the smell of hash browns and bacon.  

“Did you get us breakfast?” Cal mumbled blearily as he rubbed his eyes.

“The fast food shop down the street did that actually, I just paid for it with a fake name. Eat up. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.” Phillis tossed Cal a bag of food as she explained. “I managed to locate the likely area Milan is likely headed. It’s owned by one of Ramiz’s shell corporations and has a dangerously high energy output. Also happens to be equidistant between Milan’s last mission and where you found the watch.”

With a mouth full of eggs Cal asks, “Who is this Ramiz guy anyway?” 

“Long story short. The bad guy. Milan and I faced him in a variety of missions all throughout Europe. He’s a French Trillionaire who is always after experimental tech, which happens to be my specialty… and he was at the bar last night… though he looked… younger and more powerful than before.”

“Think that’s why he was after Milan? Revenge? Or because he had something Milan wanted?” Cal gulped.

“Could be either. Our last mission was Milan retrieving a drive from a duke at this party by the coast… we’d assumed it was just sensitive state secrets, but if Ramiz is involved… nevermind that. Let me explain the plan for today. We’ve got a small mansion like compound by the river in its own rich part of the city. Rich landscapes and even wealthier individuals live in that section. As of 8:00 AM today, this new compound happens to be in need of new security guards. Most of their staff left after an anonymous offer for a new place that pays more.  You’re going to be their perfect replacement.”

“Awesome. I’m pretty confident I could use a watch template to be like something close to a guard, but why would they hire me so quickly? Not like, they’d hire me off the street.” Cal said, as Phillis let slip a smirk.

- 1 hour later - 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. Why do I have to do it shirtless again?” Cal shivered in the cool morning breeze as he stood outside a row of mansions.

“You read the manual. You already know that the watch uses your existing outfit as a frame for the transformation. Now you remember the plan?” Phillis says to Cal through the watch.

“Yeah yeah. Still sounds crazy though. You better actually miss by the way!” Cal whispers angrily to his wrist.

“Just worry about your part of the plan ok? Speak of. It’s time. Do your thing Cal.” Phillis ordered.

“Here goes nothing.” Cal slid through the various templates with a much clearer display on the watch and pressed down his next template. 

In a flash of light Cal adjusts himself admiring his new form. 

“Woah, that stats for this one were no joke,” he speaks in a deep commanding voice. “Guess this is what 6′5 and 270lbs feel like… fuck these arms are huge. This tattoo looks so cool too! I wish I had my phone for selfies… and I’ll have to remember this one for Leo later.” Cal continued to explore his body, running his new larger hands over his massive thighs and quads, while pretending to tie his size 15 shoes. As his hands made their way up he could feel his sizeable package packed tightly in a jockstrap, while the tips eventually reached his new 6 pack. Each rigid abdominal muscle as tough as Kevlar and as delicious as chocolate for anyone looking for eye candy. 

“Cal stop feeling yourself up. I’m already in position. Start your route!” Phillis chimed in from his watch. 

“Fine! Fine! I’m on my way!” Cal got up and began to jog down the street. Plenty of wealthy housewives and househusbands were gawking at the towering Adonis briskly walking passed their windows. Each low impact step causing his impressively tight pecs to bounce from their size alone. 

Before long Cal arrived in front of the heavily fortified mansion compound. Cal knew that in a few minutes one of the mansion owners would exit to collect a package that Phillis had expedited to arrive now! Soon a handsome blonde man pushed open the large doors and walked outside in his tie loosened suits. As he stepped to the sidewalk to collect his package, a car suddenly was zooming down the road!

Cal, in position, immediately saw what was happening and sprung into action. With little effort he managed to push the man out of the way as the car sped incredibly down the street.

“Great work Cal,” Phillis whispered.

“You could’ve gone a little slower,” Cal said through gritted teeth. However the man beneath him soon stirred.

“Incredible. You managed to save me just now. Who are you?” the suited man asked.

“Simon Pain sir. Sorry about the push, didn’t think a rich place like this had this kind of thing happen in em.” Cal said adopting a new intonation of speaking to sell this new template. 

“They normally don’t Mr… Pain.” the man squinted taking out his phone. He begins to look him up as Phillis puts the finishing touches to Simon Pain’s online profiles. 

“Well glad I chose this place to start my morning jog. Just moved here from out of town, trying to find some sense of normal but it’s pretty different than-” 

“Odessa Texas.” the man completed. “Where you were born to Judy and Michael Pain. Did football and wrestling all throughout high school till you enlisted and became a soldier. Thank you for your service Mr. Pain.”

“Uh… you’re welcome. How’d you know all this stuff about me?” Cal said feigning suspicion. He knew that this guy had access to all sorts of resources to confirm “Simon Pain’s” identity. 

“That’s not important Simon. What’s important is that I know you need a job after returning home. Two twin boys at home with their mother need a strong family provider after all… and I’m in need of some extra muscle. How’d you like a job Mr. Pain?”

“I mean I would, but I don’t know the first thing about you sir. Don’t even know if I’m smart enough for whatever you need me to do!” Cal scratched his head.

“Think of it this way. It’s like your time in military. I pay you for security and you do what I say. You could even start as early as today and it pays VERY well.”

The man slid Cal a check with a lot of 0s at the end of it. 

“Fuck that’s a lot of 0s… and I can’t really afford to say no. Sure man I’ll take it.”

“That’s good to hear. My name is Duke Bernard Wendal. But you can just call me Duke.” the Duke smiled. “Now let’s get you inside. We’ve probably got a suit around your size in there.”

Cal was excited to hear this going so well, while Phillis was perplexed by the sudden appearance of the Duke who was at the party now in this same city. Something wasn’t right. 

Duke walked Cal into the mansion through its large doors! “You’ll find that we are a large organization that prefers to work in style. As such we value our security. Here is where most of the guards stay.” Through the large foyer Cal could see Duke gesture to an open room with military style cots and a large wardrobe.

“We recently lost a lot of guys so… their uniform is yours!” Duke walks inside and opens up the wardrobe to reveal a set of large suits meant for men of quite intimidating builds. There was a smaller selection of female items there, some of which even looked familiar, but he couldn’t get a good look before Duke retrieved a suit and closed the doors. 

“Here you go. This probably fits a guy of your build. Try it on. You must find it hard shopping for clothes that work with a physique like yours.” Duke inquired handing him the clothes.

“Oh uh yeah. Right. It’s like a lot of things are so tight. Hard to get things that don’t just tear off my body when I try it on.” Cal said a bit awkwardly flexing as he begin to put on some of the clothes. He also realized how intently Duke was looking at him as he disrobed. 

“I bet Mr. Pain. I for one am glad I can equip a man like you today. Here let me help.” Duke began to slowly slide the pants up Cal’s legs, his warm hands gliding over the vascular appendage with glee. He even helped Cal button each of his tight shirt buttons as Cal blushed. Part of him was nervous, but perhaps a result of the template was enjoying this level of assistance. After reading the instructions for the watch Cal knew this was the soldier template, skilled in hand to hand combat, but with a natural dominant leader personality. 

“Thanks Duke, I’m glad you like the look. Think these threads could handle me if I do this?” Cal smirks with a flex. “If I gotta protect you I’ll be moving around a lot.”

The small slow nod from Duke, told Cal all he needed to know. “Yes I think it will do VERY nicely. Now why don’t you-”

“Mr. Wendal. I thought I heard your voice in here.” Came a voice from outside. A well dressed darker skinned older man enters. He looks pleased as he see Duke and Cal getting dressed. “Apologies for the interruptions Wendal. Who is this?”

“No apologies needed sir I was simply greeting our new security guard. Former soldier Simon Pain is a rather talented man. The suit even fits him perfectly. He just needs his jacket” Duke said attempting to save face as he blushed. 

“Well this is fortunate. I can complete this young man’s… orientation here if you don’t mind. You’re needed upstairs. Some of the butlers need help cleaning out the… study.” The man said. To Cal’s surprise Duke ran off without another word. Soon the new man was helping Cal put on an even nicer jacket to go with his suit. 

“There you go. Simon was it? This is a suit fitted for a guard here. You see we try to occupy a certain image for our line of work. I’m glad Duke Wendal managed to find someone so handsome to continue our hiring initiatives.”

Cal couldn’t help but blush, but deep inside he was loving this adoration. “Thank you sir. I’m sorry I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Mousier Ramiz.” He said with a brief accent. “However, sir shall suffice for now. With you ready for work I can show you around the facility. Perhaps you can learn something before you head home today.”

The next hour was an impressive walk through the varied halls of this mansion for Cal. He didn’t realize just how much space this kind of building could occupy. Even with his longer legs, it seemed to take forever to see all the training facilities, all the doors that had hazardous signs on the, and all the hidden underground labs they just passed! It wasn’t until the reached the lowest basement that Cal perked up. 

“And finally the security room. You’ll be monitoring this area quite often. Feel free to familiarize yourself with area. I must be  off to check up on Duke Wendal’s progress. He will come to collect you for your next assignment.” With those parting words Ramiz walked off. 

Cal finally let out a huge sigh of relief once he was on his own. Phillis had explained that his whole mission here was to get to the security room. Once he was able to let her in, she could have control over most of this facility and find Milan! He hurriedly entered the room revealing it’s large wall like screens showing every inch of this place. Soon Cal started at the computer operating this room and plugged in the thumb drive invisibly stored in his watch. 

“Phillis. Can you hear me? I did it! Are you in?” Cal whispered to his wrist. 

“I am. Great work Cal. Now let me just access the security footage and… oh wow. Milan has been busy.” Phillis says as she puts on several screens a few rooms filled with tied up guards, broken down labs, and even a bloody nosed Duke.

“That’s amazing. Where is he now?” Cal asked. 

“I’m trying to find an active feed with him on it, but it’s like he’s gone. Did he leave?” Phillis asked disappointed.

Cal stared pensively at the labeled screens. “Wait. Are there any areas in this place that don’t have cameras? Maybe that’s where he is. Let’s see… this list  shows none in the bathrooms… none in the attic… and-”

“The security room.” Milan said closing the door. 

Cal slowly blinked awake. Every part of him felt sore and tired, but there was no denying the parts of him that felt good. His hand slowly slid down his shirt over his pants and-

“Wait. I’m wearing my clothes still?” He said aloud, as his eyes shot open to confirm what he was feeling. To his surprise, he was fully clothed. Wearing the same shirt and pants he’d worn to the beach this morning. He ran his hands over his unimpressive body and his legs weren’t even hanging off the bed. Looking around, he found no trace of the former self he remembered being! No red swimming trunks or… well that really was all he’d brought back to his apartment… Any trace of his wet steps would’ve long since dried… if they were even there to begin with.

“Was that? Fuck… of course it was a dream! Nothing that crazy could’ve really happened… How could I think I was that hot Japanese swimmer from before? I must’ve just had a tiring day at the beach and crashed when I got back. I better apologize to Leo in case I forgot to say goodbye.”

Cal didn’t know what to make of this. Could this be a coincidence? No… Yes? Maybe! He had to know. He began to look over geo tagged posts of the beach nearby! A few moments later his search had shown him so many new angles of the body he’d actually occupied mere hours ago. Many of the comments were thirsting over this hot swimmer! Some even asking if anyone had an ID page for this mysterious male model! Many were left disappointed that this guy hadn’t gone public or at least had a bunch of thirst trap pics laying around on social media. Some of the pictures didn’t even have his new face!

“I can’t believe it. This actually happened. That was me! I… I was hot! And… the watch!!” Throughout this whole time Cal hadn’t realized the strange watch from before was now on his wrist! He didn’t even remember putting it on.

“Ok…. So if this is real then… the watch… it really did this! I think…. How’d I get it to work last time?”

Cal began to examine the watch pressing its various dials and buttons. So far, the only one he had labeled was the black silhouette of the “Aquatic Template”. However, the more he moved things around the more he could see many others. Some larger, some smaller, but all of them with distorted text as if the watch was experiencing some technical failure. Cal was about to press one of the unknown dark images when his phone buzzed with a new text from Leo!

“It’s… whatever… Rather not think about it. Anyway. You going to that costume party tonight? The one the LGBT+ frat is hosting? Might be a good way to get the word out about your cleaning club.”

Was Leo asking… if Cal was going to a party!? Like… as friends or?

“I… don’t normally go to those things… are you going?” Cal replied.

There was a few moments of pause before Leo replies. “Yeah. Hope I see you there too.”

Cal nearly threw his phone across the room. Despite an incredible shape changing watch affixing itself to his arm, Leo’s passive invite to this party was the most surprising thing Cal could’ve ever imagined.

“I’ll see you there.” Cal finally replied after a few seconds of deep breathing.

Soon Cal was pacing around his room nervously fiddling with the watch. It kept flashing red every time he tried to select one of the options, as a series of numbers flashed on the screen. “Maybe it’s for the best…. After all. Leo wanted me to come! It should be fine… I don’t need to be a sexy swimmer to get his attention… yeah. It’ll be fine!”

Not having much of a costume, Cal simply wore some nice clothes as he crossed the street to the frat area of campus. It was clear that there was a party going on at the LGBT+ frat. Men and women were in every state of dress and in some costumes that were less theatric and more revealing. There wasn’t a guy around who didn’t have his abs or biceps showing. Most of the party was on the frat house lawn with BBQs going next to beach volleyball courts! Inside people were playing beer pong and by the entrance were two hot guys chatting up Leo! One was taller with killer stubble and abs, the other was shorter and more brawny. Both were just wearing suspenders, pants, and a fireman hat as they leaned close to Leo. They all laughed occasionally as Cal ran the opposite direction!

“Ok. This is bad. Fuck. What was I thinking coming over here… ok…. Watch… I don’t need a swimmer here… I need something to grab Leo’s attention. Can you do that?” The watch sputtered and sparked for a second before the red glowing receded. A new silhouette had taken the former’s place.

Template 4 – Fire Adept

Without a second thought and too overwhelmed to decide, Cal pressed the button!

There was another bright flash and soon Cal wasn’t wearing his normal clothing! He was in full fire fighter attire.

“Woah this stuff is heavy.” Cal grumbled in surprise, a low commanding voice escaping his lips. “Damn and the voice. Fuck. It’s even lower than before… pretty sexy too. Hey. Hot stuff. Looking good.” Cal said smiling at the goofy line. Even with those words the voice just oozed sex appeal. Not to mention it was the perfect attention grabbing tone that was gone win him Leo’s attention.

Cal continued to explore his new body as he walked back to the frat house. He occasionally flexed his arms admiring the cool tattoos on his massive biceps as well as the big boots he wore that stomped the ground beneath him. This was also a body that stood head and shoulders above most guys here. There were a few taller athletes here and there, but he was definitely over 6 feet tall once again. Once again, he could feel the invisible imprint of the watch on his wrist. He could also feel a fireman’s axe on his back… was that real?

Not wanting to get distracted, Cal powered on. Before long he was at the doorway where Leo was talking to those two guys. By comparison Cal’s outfit looked much more authentic than theirs.

“Hey gentleman. Hey Leo. Someone looks smoking.” Cal said awkwardly grinning as he said another cheesy line out of sheer nerves.

All three guys stared wide eyed at this huge guy who sauntered over to them. Not only did his natural demeanor look so imposing to anyone nearby, but Cal didn’t realize how intimidating he seemed staring down at them.

The two wannabe firefighters were sputtering over their words. It was Leo that responded first.  “Wow! That’s quite a costume… but you look kinda…. Old for university… no offense. Do you actually go here?”

Cal crossed his arms and gave a big grin as he caught his reflection on the window nearby. Stubbled jaw, deep voice, perfect teeth, and deceptively smooth skin… he certainly passed for someone in their 20s or 30s rather than the early 20s demographic of the party. Not just that but his sleeve of tatoos and naturally dominant presence gave him the appearance of an authority figure not a peer. This was a body that people looked to for command and direction… and much to Cal’s disappointment, not love.

“I uh… well… I saw the smoke… from the BBQ and… I found you… hot stuff.” Cal spoke through gritted teeth, internally moaning finding it impossible to stop the bad fire puns. To his surprise, Leo laughed as the other two guys took this moment to make an awkward escape.

“So, what are you some local firefighter making sure we’re up to code or something? That’s kinda… hot.” Leo laughed.

“Really? I mean yeah. Long day at the…. Station? And it seemed like a fun place to hang out. Someone as cool as you are here after all.” Cal replied, grinning ear to ear. His perfect smile a sign at his surprise and glee that this was going well! However, as they talked Cal quickly realized something was off. He felt relaxed. Not strain or stress like he normally had talking to Leo! Was this what having confidence was like? No… because something else was wrong… deep inside him… he didn’t feel nervous at all… because he didn’t find Leo attractive anymore! He kept staring at Leo’s perfect hair, flawless skin, impressive muscles beneath his lifeguard uniform, and most of all his incredible legs and feet! But nothing!

Instead as Leo began to explain a story that Cal wasn’t listening to, Cal’s attention drifted to a few women playing beach volleyball. His eyes fixated on their bouncing breasts as they jumped for the net. Each elegant motion more mesmerizing than the next. He thought he might drool till he heard.

“So, what’s your name?” from Leo

“Huh? What? Oh I’m…. Ignis. Yeah, that’s my name!” Cal said thinking on his feet of the final fantasy character and the Latin word.

“Nice to meet you Ignis…. Now did you come here to talk to me or just ogle at those girls over there?” Leo accused.

“No! I uh… I really wanted to talk to you and-“ Cal tried to explain, though once again his eyes drifted over to the women as one team won the game and they all began to celebrate getting closer and closer to each other.

Leo was unimpressed. “Come on man. It’s clear you’re here crashing a college LGBT+ event, creeping on coeds and stuff. This is an important time for people to explore their interests. They don’t need a weird older guy creeping on them for a distance. You should get out of here before I call campus security.”

With that Leo headed inside shaking his head, mumbling something about “First the swimmer and now this guy? Just my luck. Has anyone seen a guy named Cal around? No? Fine. Well, I’m gonna make sure we have enough propane for the grill.”

Cal looked down dejectedly. Another body. Another screwed up attempt!

“Stupid body! Stupid muscles! Stupid… fuck stupid only liking women right now. What the hell is wrong with me?” Cal moped, walking off, down the street. He was still very horny as he sulked his way back to his apartment. However, before he could make his way down the street, he saw a woman approaching in a trench coat. She was more solidly built but her appearance was striking none the less. Her Light brown hair had some blond highlights and she was looking directly at Cal which caused his dick to stir in his fireman outfit.

“Uh… hey there.” Cal said not knowing what to do, and legitimately blushing at her presence.

“You…” she began getting closer to Cal, her soft hand brushing against his rough forearm. “Have the watch!” Her hands directly went for his wrist where she could feel the invisible device between her fingers.

“What!? How’d you know about the watch?” Cal said jumping back, releasing himself from her grip with surprising strength.

She smirked and pulled out a gun. “Me and a few other interested parties know all about that thing. Only difference is I don’t care if you hand it over dead or alive!”

Cal had no idea what was going on! His heart was beating a mile a minute and he wasn’t able to form a single rational thought as death was staring him in the face. This woman was holding the gun so subtly from her coat, no one nearby could even see her threaten him! Not only that people were still partying inside and out of the house, so it’s not like they could hear him cry for help before he was shot!

However, right at that moment someone cried. “OH SHIT!” from inside the frat and there was an explosion that blew part of the house up in an instant! Debris was flying everywhere and managed to strike Cal’s would be captor in the face. With this temporary distraction Cal began to run! As he took a few steps he heard someone cry. “Fuck! Leo! He’s still inside!”

Cal looked to his disoriented assailant and back at the house which had now caught fire.

“Damn…. I’m coming Leo!” Cal roared charging in. Dozens of people in costumes were darting out of the house! None of them large enough to get in Cal’s way though. He rushed past civilians, and through broken tables with ease, once again surprised by his own power. Not only that he realized despite all the smoke he could breathe and see just fine. Did movies really make it look worse on purpose… or was it something about him? Soon he managed to sift through the wreckage to find an unconscious Leo laying down next to a fire extinguisher coughing.

“I got you Leo. Let’s go!” Cal fireman carried Leo out of the burning building and placed him on the lawn a safe distance away from the building to get some fresh air. He wasn’t breathing properly at first. Part of him was worried, but another part knew that he needed CPR! Without any training in the procedure, Cal attempted to resuscitate Leo! With an expert motion and form, he managed to do enough chest compressions and finally blowing into his mouth. For a moment his manly stubbled lips graced Leo’s and a second later Leo was gasping for breath and coughing. He’d be ok.

Cal let out a relieved smile. Soon sirens were blaring by the area. He took that as his queue to run off and managed to take a few side streets to avoid prying eyes. He began to catch his breath feeling tired and paused for a few minutes to catch his breath.

“End of the line big guy.” Came the voice of the woman with a nasty scar on her face. “Thought you’d cover more ground after that incident. Guess you’re dumber than I thought.” Cal looked at her terrified, backing into the small street nearby.

The woman cocked the gun back and then Cal shut his eyes terrified and accepting his fate! With all the sirens and screaming from nearby, neither heard the near silent acceleration of a dark car with tinted windows racing down the street, hitting the woman directly into the trees nearby. This day continued to get weirder by the second.

“What the hell!?!” Cal jumped back, even more scared. His deep manly voice at odds with his obvious panicked and confused words. Soon the windows were lowered and he could see an average looking woman with glasses, dark hair, and a badge. “Get in Cal! You’re not safe here!”

“W-why should I trust you?” Cal said shaking from shock.

“1. Because I’m trying to save your life. 2. Because I can get you out of here. And 3. You’re wearing my watch.” Phillis explained.

“Template 3 activated – Aquatic Traversal Prioritized”

In a flash it was clear something had changed. One moment Cal was stumbling to press a strange button on the watch he found and the next, the watch was gone. And so was his shirt. And his shoes. And his pants! Looking down Cal now saw some red compression shorts! Not only that but a solidly built hairless chest with visible abdominal muscles and pecs! Beneath the red compression shorts was a hefty bulge, a pair of long powerful legs, and some very big flipper like feet!

“What the hell is going on?” Cal said aloud, only to be greeted with a smooth charming baritone escaping his lips.

The morning waves splashed along the shore, causing the tide to graze his new bare feet. It was such an odd sensation to experience being fully clothed one moment then being barefoot and shirtless the next. Though despite how odd the scenario was, it didn’t feel… terrible.

“Fuck… I remember the morning air being colder and my feet would be freezing against the water at this time of day… but it actually feels nice with the waves coming this close.” Cal thought to himself. For a brief second Cal took a few tentative steps towards the water, before he stumbled over his big feet tripping into the sand as another wave washed over him. The fall and the splash to the face shook him back to reality.

“Ok! I’m awake, not a dream! This… this is real…. Fuck… I feel… different.” He says as the water’s reflection of his new self greets his new eyes. “I look different. I’m a whole other race!” At that he flexed his new arms eager to see how big his new biceps could get. He was not disappointed. “And I’ve got a whole new body… this is… AWESOME! I’m like a buff Japanese swimmer for some reason! This is so cool! Wait… this all happened when I found that watch… where is it now?”

For a moment Cal looked around seeing nothing on his person except the red compression shorts he had on his lower half. However as he mentioned the watch, he could see a vague translucent outline of the watch on his wrist. He could even make out a small glow if he squinted hard enough.

“Am I wearing this thing? And why is it saying T3-Aquatic on the watch’s face? Well… regardless… this thing is incredible if it can just turn me into this random swimmer… I guess the beach cleanup can wait… I’m gonna test this new body out!”

Without another thought Cal dove for the water and began swimming into the ocean. It was such a refreshing sensation. Before Cal would’ve never described himself as a strong swimmer, or a swimmer at all for that matter. He could barely stay afloat at the few pool parties he’d ever been to. But this was different. His body was moving as if he’d been swimming for years! Muscle memory he never had took over and he was doing the perfect strokes and motions to adequately traverse the morning sea! Not only that he found that could hold his breath for extremely long periods of time! His eyes didn’t even sting when he took a peek beneath the ocean’s surface. In fact, he could see even more clearly than he could above land! Was this what it was like for all swimmers?

Cal was having the time of his life out in the water until he began to hear a shout in the distance.

“Johnny! Oh no! Help! My kid got pulled in by a wave! He can’t swim!”

Rubbing his eyes nervously, Cal resurfaced in time to see a father yelling out on the other side of the beach. A young boy was flailing in the water for dear life as he drifted further and further from land. This time it wasn’t his body’s instincts that kicked in, but his own. Cal zoomed through the water at alarming speed and within a few seconds he’d already scooped the kid in his large powerful arms and was swimming to shore. He had no idea if the kid would be ok, but part of him knew he had to do something.

“Oh thank god! Johnny! You’re ok. Thank you man!” The father said looking so graciously at Cal who was just as surprised by his action as he was when he returned to the sand. The child began to cough violently spitting out water when Leo rushed to the scene. It was clear that Leo was about to jump into action to save the kid, when Cal had managed to bring Johnny to shore. His heart jumped a bit as he imagined he and Leo being hot lifeguards together. However, this was dashed when Leo shot a daggered look at Cal.

“Give him some space please.” Leo said officially, putting Johnny in the proper position to cough out more and more water. As Cal backed off, onlookers who were finally coming to the beach began to murmur.

“Did that guy just save the drowning kid?”
“Damn he’s hot.”
“Even beat the lifeguard to the punch.”
“He’s really dreamy.”
“Check out his abs.”

It wasn’t long before a few beautiful women in tight swimsuits approached Cal, putting their hands on his muscular arms affectionately.

“I can’t believe you saved that guy?”
“You’re like a real life hero!”
“Want to grab a coffee later? My treat handsome.”

For someone who was often overlooked, Cal had no idea what to do with all this newfound attention swarming him. Nor did he understand why a familiar tightness from his crotch was occurring when all these beautiful… sexy… women… were all over him.

Even the thoughts running through his mind were foreign to him, despite feeling so good. Luckily Leo broke up the small crowd that was forming around Cal as he approached angrily.

“You! I’m not sure who you are or what you were trying to do, but you nearly made this problem so much worse when you dragged that kid back to shore. He was taking in more water when you pulled him back at your speed!” Leo said almost with hostility.

“What!? I’m sorry. I had no idea! I was just… look I’m just really new to swimming and-“ Cal tried to explain.

“Yeah right. Those were perfectly executed strokes. I bet you were just showing off.” Leo growled in disbelief.

“No! I mean. I wasn’t. I mean. If I was it’d be only to impress-“

“All those girls fawning over you now?  Come on man. Thanks for getting him to shore, but you better not try any of those theatrics on my beach again!” Leo stated with such finality Cal had only just realized he was looking a little down at Leo who once towered over him. Still his words stung and Cal was not used to confrontation. Seeing the hurt and concern in Leo’s eyes was enough to make him run off in embarrassment back to his apartment!

A few minutes of jogging barefoot led Cal back to his dingy apartment. Without his wallet or keys, he couldn’t get in the normal way, but he always left a spare under the mat. It felt so weird walking down the halls at this new height. Not to mention he got some strange stares from his collegiate neighbors as he walked shirtless into his own room. Finally inside, he ran to the refrigerator to grab some water. It’d only been a few minutes but he was the thirstiest he’d ever been. The excitement from the day must be finally catching up to him.

He made his way over to his bathroom just to see himself once more. This was the first good look he got at his new face. The clear skin, the almond shaped eyes, and the dark straight hair. There wasn’t a trace of him on this body… except for the red shorts. While it was true he’d had on his red jackets and dark pants to the beach… it appeared that this swim wear had matched the color scheme of his outfit nearly completely. Still… he was trying to get Leo’s hurtful words out of his head so he started flexing in front of the mirror. He was ecstatic to see his muscles looked even more defined up close in a clear reflection. He could be a model! An actor! A porn star! That last thought made him grope his new growing member, which sprang to life now that he was in the privacy of his own home. It felt too good not to stroke… more… and more… In fact, the more he did the better it felt! The cock in his hand was certainly not his own. Cal was more on the average end of dick size when it came to comparisons, but now had the length and girth of a well-seasoned adult film personality. The thought of seeing this dick in porn made it throb and writhe in his powerful grip! Flashes of fantasy ran through his mind. What if this was permanent? What if this was him from now on? Would he be able to apologize to Leo? Would he be able to get those hot babes’ numbers?

That last thought was for some reason so hot and he kept thinking of his hot female neighbors! The women at the beach! Bay watch babes he’d seen in movies! More and more images of beautiful women flooded his mind till a deep moan came out of him and he came all over his bathroom mirror. He stumbled out of the bathroom on to his bed, not even wiping the excess cum off any surface he’d shot on. He’d nearly knocked himself out with how intense that orgasm was! His eyelids were flickering closed as Cal heard the faint beeping of some sound coming from his wrist. And with another bright flash, he fell asleep.

-

Meanwhile

“Agent Phillis reporting in. I’ve tracked prototype device to this college town. It supposedly was activated twice within the last 24 hours. My sensors indicate that there are enemy agents in the area as well. En route to intercept the device first. Whoever has that thing better hope I find them before they do.”

A story where an ordinary guy finds an extraordinary watch.

“Agent Milan what’s your status?” Came the intense voice over the earpiece.

“At the moment Phillis trying to relocate our target, while evading our unwanted guests.” Agent Milan whispered as he ducked behind priceless stone statues and beautiful terracotta urns. At least a dozen angry men were pouring in from all sides, each wearing a well-fitted suit with a subtle firearm at their side. The agent wasn’t paying much mind to them, as he simply adjusted his tie and fixed his hair in a nearby gold framed mirror. His styled curly hair and nicely built body contained nicely with the suit he was quickly putting back together. “I told you starting at the bar and hitting on the first guy you saw was a bad way to start the night. Now you’re stuck in the auction holding room. I hope you enjoy the millions of dollars of fine art, because those guys are covering all exits. You’ll be here for a while.” Phillis retorted, running security cams, communication, and trying to hack into the building’s systems. 

“How was I to know that the biggest most handsome man at the end of the bar was the head of security? And for your information I happen to be an admirer of the arts,” Milan whispered as he snuck his way through each billion-dollar art installation.

“The scar on his right cheek didn’t give it away? Or the stories about how he liked to live dangerously? And- I’m in!” Phillis cheered finally cracking into the schematics of the building and its countless capabilities.

“One. I thought he was flirting back. Two. About time. I’ve got a plan. Fancy places like this have some sort of airlock to acts as fire suppressant. Sucks all the air out nearly instantly. Is that correct?” Milan inquired eying a several sizeable rows of dusty gravel filled pottery behind a glass partition.

“If you’re asking me if I can suck you out of there for a quick getaway, I think you have me confused with the guy at the bar.” Phillis said rolling her eyes. “But yes, this room is equipped with that feature. Though that kind of thing would lock this room down and probably make you suffocate.”

“Good. I won’t need long. On my signal turn the system on for 10 seconds. I see my route to the gala.” The agent dictated as he took a position behind a sculpture, seeing one guard by the obvious main hall entrance.

Phillis let out an exhausted sigh. “Hank. What are you planning?” She asked fearing the worst, just as Milan disarmed the nearest guard and shot through the rows of pottery.

 Dusty ancient powder exposed itself to present day air and Phillis, knowing Agent Milan’s ‘signals’, turned on the air lock. The air grew thin as a room full of air was being sucked out of the room. Not only that but the sandy nature of the broken pots became a whirlwind of concealment. While the guards were all coughing and covering their eyes, Milan was holding his breath and had slipped passed them unseen. Before anyone could understand what had happened, Milan made his way to a door at the end of the room. After a few seconds had passed Phillis shut the airlock off, allowing the room to unlock and Agent Milan to saunter down a long hallway. All the guards were left in a state of confusion and yelling, and by the time they regained their bearings Agent Hank Milan was long gone. “Pretty good idea considering you had 4 drinks already.” Phillis chided, half compliment and half scolding. “What can I say I do my best work when I’m having fun. Now speaking of which. I think I have a party to get to. I can hear the gala already. I’ve got to say I’ve enjoyed this face for the time being, but I think I’ll need to take another go at your latest great invention.” Agent Milan said loosening his tie and rolling up his left sleeve revealing a very sleek looking watch.

“I love when you compliment my work Agent Milan, but remember you can’t use it too many times. Be careful. It’s still an experimental device. Not sure how many charges it has left!”

“Careful is my middle name darling.” Agent Milan says as he turns the dial on his watch. In small holographic lighting, a display appears on the watch’s face. As he turns it a few times, countless pictures of a diverse array of men appear on the screen. “Too tall, too tough, too… over the top… ah here. Perfect!” With that confident declaration he hit the watch’s surface and felt a pulse of energy course through his body. His darker curly hair lightened slightly to brown as it grew shorter and more styled. His face shifted as his jaw grew more defined and his face took on a more serious tone with bluer eyes. His height increased by a few inches, while a few cracks along his upper back revealed his shoulders broadening. His former suit begins to rip, but re-stitches into one that hugs his body. Any residual dust disappearing or falling to the ground next to his perfectly polished black dress shoes.

“Now that’s better,” Agent Milan says in a British accent. “I think this will do nicely for the party. How do I look?” He spins around facing a nearby security camera knowing Phillis is watching.

Phillis rolled her eyes yet again. “You look great agent. Now get your ass to that party and find the target!”

Agent Milan entered through the large doors emblazoned with elegant designs. The party before him was bustling with socialites and politicians from all around the world. He quickly made his way to the jewel of the party, Duke Bernard Wendal. The youngest artifact of a bygone era of wealth and aristocracy for his country, but also the most handsome bachelor that most of Europe has ever seen.

“Remember agent, Bernard is a duke only in title. His political ties are spotty at best, but it’s his family’s tech company was one of the only successful endeavors they performed. He is carrying a special drive on him, it’s highly classified but we need the data there before it gets into the wrong hands. His recent gambling debts have led him to meet a high-profile buyer here, no idea who. But if you can give him a better alternative, he may go with you willingly.” Phillis explains in his earpiece.

“Way ahead of you. I’m going to offer him something he can’t resist,” Milan said as he approached the live entertainment to request a song. Soon more upbeat music was beginning to play, cutting whatever conversation the duke was having. In all the excitement the agent briefly shoved another guest into the crowd causing Bernard Wendal to trip, right into his arms.

“Oh Duke Wendal, glad I caught you may I have this dance?” Before Bernard could respond, Milan had twirled him to the rhythm of the music and no one could deny the instant chemistry between them.

Phillis muted coms for a bit knowing this would go on for a few minutes until Milan had his fun. She along with every other guest at the event, could see the pair whisper sweet nothings to one another on the dance floor, much to both their delight. Once the dancing died down the agent took Bernard to a nearby balcony.

“The stars are quite beautiful tonight aren’t they Bernard.” Milan crooned with a confident smile.

“Yes they are. Though not as handsome as the dashing prince who swept me off my feet. I didn’t even get your name.”

“Well you can call me Milan. If I may say, you look like a man with much on his mind. Care to share?” Milan said wrapping an arm subtly around his waist as they leaned against the balcony.

“It’s that obvious? Well… a baron sometimes  finds themselves in some debt. I’ve got quite a transaction to conclude tonight that will hopefully resolve it.”

“Well I may be able to help with that. What would you say if I represented an organized body who would like to help you? Maybe take you far away from here.”

“Why Mr. Milan, you continue to surprise me at every corner.” The duke says as he removes his jacket and hangs it on the balcony. “I’d say I’m eager to hear more.”

“Then perhaps I can whisk you away to somewhere we can discuss business… and pleasure.” Milan begins to lean in.

The two men are about to kiss when a pair of footsteps come towards them.

“I’d say he’s had enough of both, isn’t that fair, Agent Milan?” A sinisterly handsome man in a suit arches an interested eyebrow at the embracing men.

“Mousier Ramiz, I wasn’t expecting to see you here, nor for you to see through my disguise. What gave it away?”

“Let’s just say I have an eye for detail. Now before I continue. This should stay between just us boys I think.” He pulls out a device and Milan grabs his ear in pain as the earpiece short circuits and falls.

“Neat trick Ramiz. But I’m going to be taking the duke here. I’m sure he wants no part in your shady dealings.”

“On the contrary. I’ve already given the duke everything he’s ever wanted. And he’s about to return the favor.” Ramiz says with a smirk.

Agent Milan was confused when suddenly he felt Bernard’s hand wrap around his body and throw him off the balcony with surprising strength!

“Goodbye Mr. Milan.” Bernard said coldly.

Winds were rushing against agent Milan as he fell. In a split thought he quickly tapped his watch to record a message. The fall obscuring some of his words.

“Phillis. You won’t get this message right away. Sending the watch on eject mode to get somewhere safe. I’ll be ok! Missions not done yet. Just find the watch and then you’ll see.  And hey. Still owe you dinner one day. On me.”

With those words Milan pointed his wrist out and the watch shot off a great distance away through the sea. His form shimmered as the watch’s tech restored his normal form and he hit the water.

- - -

It was a strangely bright morning on the coast of Cape City. Like most mornings, Cal was busy picking up litter off the beach. His enthusiasm and care for this place was apparent. Even if he was doing it alone. Cal spotted his reflection in the ocean’s morning tide. His sleight frame of 5’2 and mop of unruly dark hair made him appear average at best. It was his darker skin and sonorous voice which usually got people’s attention, that is, if anyone every bothered to look his way.

“Hey Cal!” the handsome lifeguard called out. “Thanks again for tidying up the beach! Always wild and messy after a party weekend.”

“It’s my pleasure Leo. Thanks for keeping these beaches safe! You and me! We’re like a team protecting the beach!” Cal smiled hopefully at Leo. The handsome lifeguard was an object of his affection for quite sometime, but has never offered more than gorgeous grins. Leo was the near inverse of Cal with his shorter blond hair and chiseled looks. Not only that but when he was on the sand, he towered over Cal by nearly a foot!

“Yeah we are! Just a team of two though. I thought you said you were gonna bring school’s cleaning club?” Leo asked.

“Well… the Cape University Ecology Club is… having a shortage of members… really just me honestly… so yeah…. I want to get more people involved in it down the line, but for now… well for now I’m happy to keep up the work.” Cal said trying to sound proud

“I like your spirit man, you keep your eyes on the sand, and I got the sea! See you around!” Leo waved goodbye as Cal continued down the shore.

With a sigh Cal continued. Throughout his 4 years in university he’d kept hoping to find away to change the world for the better! He joined the ecology club his freshman year just to get a head start and he was studying biology and environmental sciences to keep that up! However, it didn’t look like the world shared his enthusiasm. Not a lot of strong ways to help save the planet even if you’re smart enough to know how… So his next few years were spent in the same boring patter of trying to do his best locally, but it had no long lasting effect. It seemed futile. There was a part of him just wished he’d find something to break down the monotony of the day today.

And that’s when his foot his something in the sand.

“Huh? Oh. Someone dropped their watch. That’s weird… why is it glowing?” Cal could see small images on the screen. “Is this some sort of-“ he began to say as he pressed the watch’s glowing button and suddenly there was a large flash!

“Walking has helped… I guess.  After everything that’s happened, I can at least say the weather has been nice. Spring is right around the corner.” Ivan says adjusting his glasses. Though optimistic in wording, the tone Ivan conveyed still felt more somber. 

Dr. Eric Chang nods, taking note of this. “Well exercise of any caliber can assist in many aspects of mental health. I’m glad you remembered that from out last session. However, I’m guessing you’re still feeling a bit out of sorts. Might I ask if you have anything specific on your mind?”

Ivan let out a long sigh as he looked down at his body. Large firm pecs centered between two powerful arms that were even bigger when flexed. A set of abs beside a tattoo he never even got. “It’s just the guilt doctor…I know that every time I walk down the street, talk to a person, or even look in the mirror… I’m just using something that doesn’t belong to me. I didn’t workout to get these muscles. I didn’t feel the pain getting this tattoo. I didn’t spend the hours needed to become a male model. I’m just using a collection of stolen parts… and I feel terrible.”

The doctor nodded solemnly placing his pencil and paper down. “I appreciate the self awareness you have to the scenario you are in Ivan. However, I fear you’re mistaken at a few parts. Namely. You did not steal anything. Let me ask you. Were you the one that created that myserious fog that passed through your small town?”

Ivan shook his head no.

“And were you the one that selected Mr. Bromare’s musculature to be added to your form?”

Ivan shook his head again.

“Or Mr. Mendacina’s racial features? Or Angelo Vera’s facial structure?”

“No…” Ivan replied tiredly.

“Correct. The legal definition for theft is the taking of another person’s property with the intent of depriving that person of it. You lack the intention behind such a crime. So I’ll ask that you not refer to yourself as a thief.” Dr. Chang requests.

A brief nod escapes Ivan’s head as he continues to look down and not meet the doctor’s eyes.

“Can you help me understand why you feel these moments of guilt? I understand that you experienced  body dysphoria issues and a frustration with weight loss. Are these feelings grounded in fear? Insecurity?”

Ivan shrugs his broad shoulders. “I… I don’t know Doctor Chang. I don’t understand it all that well myself I guess. I feel guilty that I got all these good qualities for one. I know the people who examined me said the traits that were swapped between all the people were random, but I feel bad being one of the only lucky ones here. Not only that, the doctors tell me that these changes are permanent. Not just irreversible but permanent. So no matter how much I eat or don’t workout I’ll still have this same general form. Same goes for the others who can’t build their bodies back to what they once were. And here I am just reaping the benefits and i don’t deserve any of this. None of us do…”

“Thank you for sharing all of this with me Ivan. Changes as drastic as yours certainly carry their fair share of traumatic episodes. And the sensations you describe are very akin to survivor’s guilt… with another exception. All the people who were involved in the Trait Storm are still alive. Yes. Many of their standards of livings have changed. Yes we had to move everyone from your town to different cities to assist with a decontamination of the area.  But no one was physically hurt by the exchanging of traits and attributes. I can assure you many I have mentioned today are seeking out therapy, while others are simply adapting to their new lives. The burden of responsibility here does not lie with you or your guilt, but of the individuals responsible. This is all to say the internal struggles many like yourself are going through, do not fall on your shoulders. Your feelings of guilt and inadequacy don’t serve them or any form of penance.”

The young man nods. “I… guess that makes sense… Logically I know it makes sense. I still can’t get the feelings to go away. And I hate myself for that. Like I hate myself and feel guilty and then I also hate myself for feeling guilty.”

Eric smiles. “As mentioned before, I appreciate your self awareness in this regard. That gives us a good starting point on how to approach your issue. Negative self talk can be a harmful and persistent challenge many face even out side of TF Therapy. However, there are a multitude of ways to tackle it. Mindfulness, meditation, and self-compassion. We actually have an entire book that covers self talk and how we communicate with ourselves. Would that be something you were interested in looking into?”

“I… I think it would be thank you.” Ivan says as Dr. Chang hands him a book. He takes a minute to read through its pages and survey all the relateable anecdotes. And after a few minutes of reading stories with accompanied exercises he smiles, and nods more.

“Thank you Dr. Chang… can I keep this? It’ll be nice to read… I found a good place to read outside at the park I’ve been walking to. I can return it and-”

“By all means Ivan. Keep it. I’m glad I can help. Now. We only have a few more minutes left, is there anything else you’d like to discuss?”

Ivan’s disposition shifts again. Looking less sad and more embarrassed. “Well… it’s not as big as the other stuff. But I still feel… weird about it… I was seeing someone before the Trait Storm. His name was Larson Price. Well… they recently allowed intercommunication between people we once knew… and… well he was telling me about some of his changes. He got a little taller, finally got that beard he wanted to grow, and even got a deeper voice… However, he said that when he saw a picture of the new me… he wasn’t… attracted to it. We think maybe his sexuality shifted? Is that a thing for these kinds of changes? The doctor only told us about physical changes nothing like this… can… will we? I mean do we have a chance?”

Eric paused for a second. He knew all too well the struggles of trying to maintain a relationship after one’s sexuality was altered. Before he could respond a small alarm went off.

“I’m sorry Ivan. I don’t know much on the subject of the Trait Storm effecting sexuality. I’ll be sure to research this topic and next week we can discuss more. Does that sound alright?”

“Of course. Thanks again Dr. Chang. I’ll see you next week.”

The two waved goodbye as Eric sighed. He hated lying to his patients. 

-

Dr. Evan’s Chang’s Notes on patient: Ivan Antonova

Age:(32) 32

Height: (5′9) 6′2

Weight (190lbs) 225lbs

Race: (Caucasian) Mixed South American and South Asian

Patient  appears to experience issues regarding self esteem manifesting in guilt and negative mindsets. Severity unknown at this time, but strong likelihood for a non pharmaceutical approach. Prognosis: high chance of recovery and coping. 

I’m hoping my expressions didn’t betray me when discussing significant others and sexuality changes. With any luck and further studies I can put my own personal problems to rest on this matter and hopefully help others along the way. If that is the case, then my time working for this agency may be coming to a close. I wonder if this is the right thing to do. I have a responsibility to my patients as well as the future individuals I can help… but I also have a responsibility to me and to my own life/happiness… I’ll consider all angles before I act.

The doors to Dr. Eric Chang’s office burst open, as his next patient arrived, camera still in hand.

“Good morning Jermaine. I’m gonna have to ask you to be easier on the doors.” The doctor said, folding his latest dusty  tomb back into his desk. “You’re also a bit early, is something wrong?”

The tall red haired man, who was beginning to get red in the face, let out a long huff. “Sorry doc. I know we’re not on for another 15 minutes I just really needed to see you! I’m getting so freakn heated these days. Doesn’t take much to set me off and…. I just wanted to come here before I took it out on some poor guy ya know?”

The doctor nodded, offering a seat to the now pacing man. “That’s very wise of you. By all means we can start early today. Why don’t you walk me through what got you to this state.”

“So it was work. Remember how I told you everyone there treated me like garbage? Like I didn’t exist? I  was so paranoid that  thought I could here them say some racist comments here and there, but it’s not like anyone ever said it to my face?” Jermaine began as Dr. Chang nodded. “Well turns out that’s not I was right! None of them remember the old me, before this whole strange wish crap started, but I heard them talking about another black co worker badly and actually wanted me to join in too! Can you believe it?”

Dr. Chang took out his notebook and began writing. “You always showed a great talent for your intuition. I’m sorry that in this scenario you were correct. So was it this charged comment that agitated you to this extent?”

Jermaine shook his head. “No it’s not that. I mean it’s part of it sure. I’m still fuming at those guys. Like, I take the pictures for the paper, so I don’t really see them super often, but still I’m so mad. No. It was what came next. Part of me… the new me remembers joining them. Making fun of people who were just like me. And… part of me wanted to join in because I found the joke they made funny. I don’t even remember what was said,  but I just hate myself for becoming exactly the kind of guy that would pick on me.”

The doctor nodded empathetically. “The mental changes that went along with your wish are understandably concerning. Along with the physical effects on your body like your change of race, your increased musculature, age, and height, it’s still hard for us to guage the extent of your changes. Discovering such a drastic change in not only your mentality, but your reality is a very understandable situation to elicit your anger.”

“The work thing was just the start of it. I left work after that to visit my friends back at university. Like before all this stuff happened, I knew I’d miss them after graduating early so I texted my friend Clyde to meet him at the library… but when I got there. Well a few of these guys, recognized me. Turns out the new me was in a frat! They wouldn’t leave me alone till I joined the party they were having. I mean… it was fun and all, but now Clyde thinks I ditched him when I didn’t even want to go to that stupid thing. Doc, I thought I could live like this, but it’s so hard! It’s like I’m fighting a whole other life I didn’t want. That stupid wish to be liked by my co workers and bullies totally backfired, because now I’m exactly the kind of guy that would’ve picked on me!” Throughout his rant, the doctor could see Jermaine clenching his fist harder and harder. However, now it appeared as if there were tears in his eyes.

“Ok, I think I’m beginning to see a clearer picture here. Your description of yourself before you went to that abandoned part of your school and made that wish, was a more passive person who was the victim in a lot of subtle teasing and exclusion. When yo made your wish to be more liked by the people in your life certain aspects of reality changed to fit that. Unfortunately your coworkers like a certain type of people, similar to a majority of people at your university so you’ve changed to accommodate that in some regards. Additionally I can’t imagine the physical changes have been easy for you either, gaining over a foot in height, with your new voice and physique, is a jarring change for anyone. Luckily for you, I believe the underlying problem you’re experiencing is a psychological one rather than a transformative one,” The doctor explained.

“What do you mean? All of this sucks because I’m a terrible human being now. A self hating guy who just changed into another guy who I also hate.” Jermaine began to cry, but quickly recomposed himself. 

The doctor offered him a tissue as he said, “Jermaine, you are certainly in an odd position after your change. However, you’re also a unique position to grow and change as a person. Tell me, does your work have an HR department? Have you spoken with them about these racially charged comments previously?”

“N-no. I was always too nervous that I’d be making more trouble for myself… I always tried to blend into the background and avoid stuff where I could.” Jermaine explained.

“That aligns with what you’ve mentioned previously. You’re a very conflict averse individual and judging by what you’ve described in your new life, you still hold those qualities. I know it may not be easy, but you are going to have to push certain social boundaries if you want to regain any of the aspects of your old life. I apologize if this makes you further upset, but this will be a necessary task to overcome your changes. This means reporting unacceptable behavior to the proper authorities, saying no to overly insistent people, and going out of your way to reclaim your culture.”

The redness in Jermaine’s face grew more and more. “I-I… I don’t know if I can do that? Just thinking of trying to go against anyone makes me so nervous. I’m sweating just thinking about it. And what do you mean, reclaim your culture.” 

With that question Dr. Chang produced a small brochure for different advocacy programs. “There are many cultural centers in this city. One of the benefits to living in such a diverse area. One of which is a diversity organization that caters to individuals like you. Originally it was founded by a group of mixed individuals who did not feel like they belonged to one specific group, but since then it’s been the meeting places for people to discuss their race based changes as a result of transformations.”

Jermaine marveled at the pamphlet. “As for everything else, I know it is going to be difficult to cultivate this new set of skills, but one of the abilities that your wish provided you was  a level of innate likeability. I don’t mean this in the mystic sense either. You effect people’s dopamine levels when you are around them, essentially controlling the neurotransmitter for pleasure the more you spend time with them. You can confidently go up to someone and disagree with them or call out their wrong doings and they’d still like you. The same goes for  denying former friends of your new life when they request you attend their parties. I believe you have the ability to overcome your new life’s urges to be this wallflower of a likeable person. You can be your own man outside of any magical influence.”

With tentative eyes Jermaine stared back at the doctors, some tears still drying on his cheeks. “You really think a person could overcome  stuff like that? Overcome a wish and magic?”

Eric Chang’s eyes drifted over to his desk where the ancient tome he got for Christmas laid. “I know from personal experience people can hold on to the version of themselves they want to be. I believe you’re one of those people too Jermaine.”

The two sat in silence for a few moments. “I-I… I want to do it. I will do it… thank you Dr. Chang.”

“Of course Jermaine. Now I also know that confrontation of any kind is new to you, so let’s breakdown some common notions when having these conversations, ok?”

Jermaine nodded as the two began to work on self expression and honesty.

–

Dr. Evan’s Chang’s Notes on patient: Jermaine

Age: (20) 28

Height: (5′0) 6′4

Race: (African American) Celtic/Irish American

Patient exhibits understandable stress upon the mental changes accompanying the main transformation. As reality further adjusts to this new life, expecting additional stressful episodes. Potential mitigation of any future stressful episodes should patient choose to attend the race based support groups. 

Overall change appears to be the result of becoming an individual that has aspects universally like in the patient’s area. This has lead the patient to become an individual with a rare hair color, a handsome Caucasian male, develop an athletic build, and a deep voice. Further indicators of the extent of this wish are the apparent relationships this version of the patient has socially (i.e. being in a fraternity and being well known at work). Potential sociological issues with the scope and target of the wish.

Patient appears amiable to the idea of becoming more assertive. Wish based parameters and high testosterone levels predict high probabilities of success, but will monitor of actions become excessive. A combination of psycho- transformative based treatments appear to the best avenue to overcome the stress accommodating his changes. My prognosis would suggest no actual anxiety disorder and low levels of transformative based changes, common amongst changing realities. Should his situation change for the better, bodes well for all individuals trying to overcome mental based issues accompanying a transformation. 

thisisalljustkink:

Master PC: Wireless

Excerpt from Master PC: Wireless by Dr. Fakes

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“Ok, your turn Sandy. Come on over here and stand next to me.” Sandy bounced over in her little ‘Hooters’ outfit and stood smiling next to me.

“Oh, Mark are you going to make me more sexy too?! I’d love you to do that. I feel so fucking hot now, but I know I can be even hotter. It would be great to be even a bigger bimbo slut than I already am I think.” Sandy said giggling and smiling some.

“Well, ok Sandy. I think I can arrange that. You know I have seen a lot of Asian type girls at ‘Hooters.’ I think I’ll make you Asian now. Yes, that’s a good idea. Sandy I want your face to turn into a hot Asian whore. You should have dark eyes, long straight black hair and become a bit thinner overall. Shrink down a couple of inches too but keep your sexy figure. Yeah, I want you to end up looking like a hot Asian porn star that works at ‘Hooters’ right now.” I said to her.

Again the changes happened fast. Sandy’s face became oriental and her hair changed into deep black long tresses flowing down her arching backside. Her eyes became almond shaped and very dark as her face rounded some. She thinned out like I had said and got a bit shorted. She looked like she could do a whole platoon of marines now all by herself. There really wasn’t much left of the old Sandy now.

“Oh, man that was weird. I feel so odd, but so cock hungry too now. I’d love to serve some army guys some beer and let them paw all over me in this outfit. Yeah that would be fucking hot!” Sandy said as she also ran to look in the mirror.

“How do you like the new you Sandy? I think you look like a real Asian whore now baby!” I yelled at her from the other room.

“Oh, I love it Mark. I love my hair and eyes. I look like a some kind of geisha whore right now! God, it feels so good.” Sandy said coming back and tossing her arms around me. She gave me a kiss on the neck and started to fondle my cock outside my pants.

“Well, Sandy let’s finish you up. I now want you to talk like an Asian whore would. I want you to have a real dirty mouth and try to attract and guys by talking to them or showing off your hot body. Now, I want you to start acting like that now and try it out on me.” I told her. I could see her head shake a little then she got a big grin on her face.

“Oh, you big stud guy. Me not know English good, but me know hot to fuck real long and good! Sandy fuck you real good. Me love you to shove dick up Sandy’s hot ass. Shit, I would love that dick in me right now big man. I fuck you so long and good baby!” Sandy said sounding just like a cheap Asian whore now.

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