“Man...so Horny”
Bowen muttered as he furiously kneaded his raging boner. Cherry was taking a REALLY LONG time in the shower, more so than usual. Almost like that gal was testing him or something.
Man, Cherry, when are ya cummin’ out...
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Wait, since when did he refer to her as anything but b....b....
“BARON!”
He yipped, at a higher and much gentler tone than a gamer at a loading screen. As his teenage lean-muscularity shrunk with each passing octave going higher.
The messy clothes on the floor began reshaping back to their previous drama-club senior forms, gone were those sandblasted jeans and ratty now-oversized sneakers, welcome back those more well off shorts and loafers, as well as a turtleneck in place of that sweaty gaming tee. All of which hurriedly scampered away from a pink bra , which was originally the ex-gaming tee.
The old Bowen felt his libido shrinking, alongside those boxers constricting his smaller dick with a pair of briefs. He felt so humiliated as his hair grew back, losing the fucc boi style and dye, back to normal was his face as it lost its chinese-ness, returning to a more respectable face which craved for men, glasses falling off and remerging with that snapback in order to get back his plaid scarf.
“Where...Where am I?”
He was in a daze, the last thing he could remember was shuddering at the toilet in school before he felt...incredible rage...and pleasure. He was not too sure what had happened, but had a clue coming from the fact his lanky body was completely naked.
“I have to get out of here...”
He muttered, hoping that groan did not set of any alarms as he got dressed, and decided to...