He was shrinking! Brett was shrinking! He couldn't keep his pants up. Each time Brett jumped for the net of the hoop in the DeSoto driveway, he had to pull his pants up to keep from mooning anyone watching. The top of his crack showed a couple times
"Oh wait", Matt slapped his forehead, having realized that Brett had recently taken to wearing ultra baggy style pants. Too bad, thought Matt. Brett was one fantastic slender athlete. He watched him leap up and swat at the basketball net over and over. Only 13, he could already touch the net halfway up and clearly loved exercising that talent.
But Brett was changing. "Hey, what's with his hair?" Matt muttered to himself looking out the window. Brett's careless uncombed mess was now a sharp cut with a fade on the sides and an exotic gelled top. His acne was gone, too. His skin now flawless and rosy.
Now, Brett stopped jumping. He stopped doing much of anything. He looked as though he was in sort of trance. And then his clothes disappeared. It took several seconds, but to Matt's astonishment and delight, Brett's clothing seemed to dissipate like smoke in a breeze. Matt looked around. No one else seemed to be watching. Tiny waisted Brett stood there absolutely calm though facing the Laird house, and out in the open, naked. He got no taller, but his small penis thickened and stretched to impressive new dimensions and his seed sack grew likewise. Matt knew it wasn't an erection because uncut Brett's foreskin was as droopy as ever. The same couldn't be said of Matt's as his hand was down his pants, now, pumping away.
Then Brett's whole body changed, but in subtle ways. His six pack, no, to Matt's delight an eight pack became clearly visible. All over Brett's body, he seemed to lose any fat and slightly improve his muscles. Then Brett got white. At first Matt thought Brett's skin was getting very pale but the change wasn't ocurring all over Brett and in the reverse of the process by which Brett's clothes had disappeared, new clothes materialized on his body, white ballet tights and a white ballet top or leotard.
Matt gasped.
It was true. Brett was decked out in tights and a leotard that wouldn't have been any tighter if applied by a Wagner power painter. He also had on white ballet slippers. And then Brett snapped out of his trance. But he didn't look shocked or angry at being dressed that way. He launched into a rapid fire series of leaps in front of the DeSoto garage door. Over and over, toward the Laird house and then away, one leap after another, one leg forward, the other back, toes pointing as Matt had seen real ballet dancers do. Brett seemed to have even more leaping ability than before. And it was quickly apparent why when Brett stopped for a moment facing away from Matt. His rear was twice as muscular as before, a stupendous pair of buns for such a slender boy.
Matt took his hand out of his pants and took a couple deep breaths. "Gotta get it together. Gotta get it together" It took him a minute to compose himself but he did. He couldn't wait to see Brett up close.
By the time he stepped outside, the basketball backboard had disappeared from the edge of the driveway. But so had Brett. Matt's pulse raced. No! But as he made his way to the edge of the DeSoto property, he could see that their garage door was open and he could hear sound from within.
"Brett?" Matt called out as he made his way to the garage. To his amazement, the entire interior of the garage was a ballet studio. No more tools or lawn mower. Hardwood flooring covered what had been cement and mirrors and ballet barres lined all the walls. Brett was against one wall stretching and performing a series of dainty little jumping steps over and over. Matt felt his groin tingle. Brett was adolescent boy energy, personified. "Wow, you were made for tights, Brett. What a ballet dancer you are!" Matt gushed, half testing Brett.
"Thanks Matt" Brett casually tossed over his shoulder as he turned his back on Matt and did some plies. Matt couldn't resist and patted Brett's demigod derriere. Brett just smiled at him. "Are you here for Don's frat party?"