Ben got home from his hang out sesh with TJ and went up to his room. Like always his mom worked the night shift and had left already. Ben was about to make himself a sandwich, something he normally didn't do but felt like tonight. Then he got a whiff of himself. "Ah, sick I smell like a moist bag of dicks!" He scoffed to himself. He proceeded upstairs to the bathroom and hopped in absentmindedly. Being under the scalding water alerted Ben to his nipples, which were getting puffy. He touched one and was startled by their sensitivity. Wait, did his dick look smaller than usual? Startled, Ben clumsily turned off the shower, stepped out and took a look at himself in the mirror. What he saw made his jaw drop.
His face, pale from the whiteness of his long gone father, had gotten darker and daintier?And his jet black hair was turning into an autumn color. Ben took a step back and touched his face, and at the same time slipped on a bar of soap he had knocked free of the tub, sending his naked body crashing to the floor and his changing head into the side of the tub, knocking him out cold.
He only awoke when cold soft hands touched his face...