"Oh, sweet! I can feel my glutes are perfect!" exclaimed the man standing up and squeezing Jeff -er, his own butt cheeks. "I love the Chronivac!" he exclaimed, "Now my body's perfect! I cannot wait to show Rick!"
"Hi, Rick," said the man. Damn, his voice sounds familiar, but from inside the guy's pants, Jeff cannot quite place him.
Pause.
"What's my worst feature?"
"My ass was! But not anymore! I used the Chronivac. Oh, you'll be right over to try it out? Why of course, it's tight!"
A gay guy? The ass of a gay guy? Try it out? Oh, no. Please be a top! thought Jeff in a panic. He really hadn't thought this through. Farts were bad enough, but -oh, crap. Well, maybe...he really didn't have a choice. What duration had he chosen? He couldn't remember. Stop panicking - and-oh, daylight.
The guy had pulled down his pants and underwear and put his backside up to a mirror. Jeff had to admit he was one fine ass. His eyes drifted upward. NO! He recognized the face peering over his shoulder as he fondled his own ass- er, Jeff. It was Jared. The same Jared the Jock who had made Jeff's middle school years a living hell, and for old times sake would sometimes torture him even today. Only a week ago, Jared at run into Jeff at the coffee house, and put him in a headlock, and kept Jeff's face smashed in Jared's crotch the whole time he drank his coffee and chatted with his girlfriend. And he was really gay. And a gay bottom at that! thought Jeff smugly, and then he remembered he was this gay bottom's bottom. Well, it could be worse, right?
"Oh, man, I cannot wait to get it tattooed," Jared gushed, "It will look divine."
Tattoo? Uh, know. Chronivac had warnings about markings, brands, tattoos, etc remaining when a person changed back. What sort of tattoo? Would it be on his face or cover most of his body? What sort of tattoo? Wait, wasn't there something about alterations possibly preventing restoration?