You moan and feel your knees buckle. Your small, yet awkwardly large hands reach out and hold the man's hand. You plant your large feet far apart to steady yourself. You start pumping your smooth body in and out of his rough calloused fist. You leave your left hand on his, keeping it in place as you thrust into it and begin licking all the fingers on your right. "What... did you... do to... me?" you manage to ask between the gasps of pleasure. "Oh, its just a little Aztec magic passed down. You do know that Mexicans are the mix of the Spanish and the Aztecs, don't you? They had a way with spells." He tells you all this with a very slight accent. You sigh "Why?", as he squeezes your cock and makes your abs quiver. "Because I can, besides you seem to be enjoying it," he says as he playfully takes his hand away and lets your scramble to bring it back, "not to mention you're taking to your new body very well. Have you noticed your accent yet? It came faster than the others." Accent? I was born in Iowa, I don't have an accent and what others, has he done this before, you think. You reply "I don't have an-", but your thick whisper and breath in each word is obvious now, you realize you've been speaking with it since you became a Mexican man and kept it as a Mexican boy. "Oh, Detective?" the Mexican man speaks incredibly well and with integrity, "tell me something, are you gay?" You are not offended by this question because he asks it with such sincerity, but you know you're not gay. "No... I'm not" You glance down to your young and unveined rod that you're still pumping into his hand and realize why he's asking that. "No, detective, not that. I mean your fingers." My fingers? As you stare into his eyes, you're not sure where your right hand has gone, you remember licking all your fingers and after that the man started asking you questions. Your gaze follows your arm down, behind your back. You have three fingers deep inside you caressing and stretching you. You never even realized that you were fingering yourself. "What?" is all you're able to half ask, half moan of him.