Damon realized it was Thomas his neighbor from the end of the hall. Damon opened the door and Thomas walked in carrying a basket full of clothes.
"Damon, thank you thank you. My washing machine is not working again, and I need to run a few loads tonight," gasped Thomas, his voice out of breath from his frustrating clothing crisis. Thomas continued carrying the basket into the laundry area of Damon's apartment, not noticing that there was no one at the door, while prattling on about his latest issue with this clothes washing machine.
Damon closed his door and made himself visible, and walked into the laundry area to confront Thomas.
"Thomas, why didn't you call?" asked Damon.
Thomas was focused on getting his first load into the washer, paying no attention to Damon, but answering, "I messed and fidgeted with that machine for the last couple of hours, and I had enough. So I came here. Oh, and your light was on. And you know when you call me Thomas you scare me, it's Tom or Tommy please." Thomas continued to get the last of his first load in and started the wash, then taking a break by setting the nearly full basket of remaining dirty clothes on top of the washer. "Thank you again my friend, I am in your debt once again," sighs a relaxing Thomas.
"Again, when was the last time?" thought Damon. And who is this guy. Thomas was a girl the last time he saw her. Now the girl he knew as Tommy was over 6ft tall, overweight, and wearing a pair of matte grey spandex shorts. The shorts clearly showed his rather large member, bigger than Damon's, and moving slowly inside his shorts. "Damn. I adjusted reality for Jennifer, I was not specific enough to limit the changes of that reality shift," Damon thought to himself. Damon looked at Thomas's bulge, "Yea....you....just..."
Thomas saw Damon's eyes were not looking at him, but between his legs, "If you want, little Tom can help me say thank you if you want."
Damon looked up at Thomas's face, and quickly stammered, "No, that's not needed." Then Damon's eyes went back to the movement inside Thomas's shorts. Damon looks up at Thomas's face and demands, "Stop moving it like that, it's distracting."
Thomas grinned, "You've always been happy with little Tom in the past." Thomas slipped off his shorts and stood naked in front of Damon, who's own cock was now as hard as little Tom.
Thomas took Damon's hand and led him into the bedroom and immediately found the lube Damon had never told anyone but Jennifer about. Thomas bent Damon over onto his bed, and applied the lube to little Tom. Thomas whispered, "Just relax and open up for little Tom." Thomas thrust slowly into Damon's asshole, the lube doing it's job as Damon's hole was very tight, but opened slightly for little Tom to enter and stretch Damon's opening wider. "Get ready...," whispered Thomas. Thomas grabbed Damon's buttocks and hammered home six quick full length thrusts then something at the base of his cock quickly expanded and wedged little Tom entirely in Damon's ass. Thomas softly giggled, "Now your turn to milk and massage so we can separate."
Damon could not deny the very strange, yet very pleasant feeling in his ass. Just as Damon was wondering how this happened, his mind filled with the reasons that Jennifer's change is related to Thomas now being a guy, and having a fantastic cock with a huge knot at the base of it. Damon also knew what he had to do to get the knot to shrink, he would have to milk little Tom with this rectal muscles, which Damon suddenly knew how to use and began to massage little Tom.
Thomas gasped, "Hey, not so fast...let's enjoy this for a while. Your the best at this part."
Damon was enjoying himself, but was also angry. To his knowledge he had never had another man's cock touch his body before. Damon and little Tom were together for about an hour, the steady massage and tight grip of Damon's ass would bring little Tom to the brink of release, then stop for a few moments to restart the mood, and then begin again. Damon allowed little Tom to erupt in orgasm when he heard the washing machine buzzer go off signaling the end of the cycle for that load. "Good for you Tom?" asked Damon.
Tom nodded, covered in sweat and trying to pull out of Damon's ass that continues to hold little Tom inside and milk is fading orgasm. "It's enough," gasped Tom, "You can let go now...So wonderful, thank you my friend."
Damon released little Tom, and in a playful tone said, "Go get the next load in the washer, we can do that again, or we can do something else that feels good."
Tom did not need to be told twice, and with little Tom free from Damon's ass, he goes to get the next load of clothes in the washer, smiling happily.
Damon was thinking about his first anal experience, and with a girl that due to his own wish, became a guy in his current reality. Damon preferred Thomas as a girl, and thought about his plan to restore Thomas as a female while keeping little Tom. Damon felt at ease with a neighbor with certain benefits, and so far, so did Tom.