Trevor got lost in the woods. Well, that's not entirely true. Trevor faked getting lost in the woods. Neither of his friends was saying his name much, so he got impatient and engineered a situation that would force them to call out to him. He turned himself invisible and waited for the situation to develop. After realizing he was gone, his friends decided that Kyle would stay on the trail, just in case Trevor found the way back on his own, and Ike would search for their missing friend. In the end, by the time Trevor magicked himself visible again, Ike had called his name many times.
"Christ, Trev, I was going crazy here," said Ike. "Don't wander off like this again, alright?"
"Don't worry, I won't," said Trevor. He took a few steps forward, but stumbled and immediately realized it was because his perspective was now slightly different — he'd grown a bit shorter.
"Trevor?" said Ike. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I told you not to worry. Guess I'm just not as young as I used to be..."
Wait, where'd that come from? Trevor was the same age as the other two, twenty one— No, he thought suddenly, that wasn't true anymore. Some part of his mind quickly told him that he was now thirty one, and depending on what his friends' visions of an ideal man were, that might change again soon.
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Ike looked nervous. Kyle has asked them to stop so he could pee, and Ike and Trevor were left alone for a little bit. Ike kept stealing glances at his now significantly older friend, but whatever was on his mind, he wouldn't say it.
"Um, Trevor, I just wanted..." he finally said. "I wanted to thank you for coming with us. Metalf— I mean, Kyle may act like a goof, but it means a lot to us that you're here. It means a lot to me."
Trevor wasn't sure what Ike was getting at, but the changes gave him a kind of calm confidence that seemed to always help him power through awkward social situations.
"You know you can count on me, Ike," he said, clapping his younger friend on the back (since he couldn't reach his shoulder). Ike flinched as if shocked by static electricity.
"I just mean, it can't have been scheduling time off from your job to come here with us." Right, Trevor thought, he wasn't a college student anymore. He was thirty seven and worked in a moving company. "So, uh... You know... Thanks."
This kind of hesitation was out of character for the usually self-assured Ike, but Trevor found his nervousness cute. He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, Kyle emerged from the bushes and announced he was ready to go on.
As they walked, Trevor summed up his recent changes. He hadn't had a good look at his body, but he estimated he'd shrunk five or six inches and gained a whole lot of muscle mass. His body was a little similar to what Ike looked like before, but from what Trevor could tell, his muscle was not perfectly sculpted like Ike's, and he had a layer of fat that his wrestler friend lacked. He was also hairier — he'd been fairly smooth before, but now he had noticable arm and chest hair, as well as a neatly trimmed stubble. Then there were the changes in demeanor, his new age and job, and the way Ike acted overly respectful and nervous around him.
Oh shit, Trevor thought. He had made Ike submissive before — and now he was becoming his perfect daddy dom.