Connor knew he should well be very much appeased, glad that he was back to his regular, male self. That everything had reverted, he'd made up with the girls or tried his best to, and he would no longer be at their mercy in terms of transformations. But as he stood in the shower room of his house, Connor looked at the reflection and felt like something was...not entirely right. He flexed his biceps and showed off his chest, but for some reason it didn't do as much for him as usual.
He couldn't bring anything to mind immediately as to why. Just a remarkably odd, almost depressive feeling. Maybe...maybe he had developed some sort of "feelings" for Allen. But that couldn't be right. He was a straight man, and he had sex with women. Except for when he was a woman.
Except for when he had had sex with Allen, and screamed and moaned and deeply enjoyed getting fucked, deep and hard---
Connor looked down to see a powerful erection on himself, and he grinned at himself in spite of his attitude now. He started rubbing it, remembering having sex with Kendall, and getting fucked by Allen, and having Kendall suck his dick, and sucking Allen's dick... Then, despite the usual endurance Connor was proud of, he found himself gasping and almost falling to his knees as he experienced a powerful orgasm.
He rubbed his manhood a few more times as he urged the last of his masculine response out of him. Connor managed to shakily get back up, and then looked at himself. Why, he thought to himself, was he not happy about this?
Heading out of the shower room after cleaning up and wrapping a towel around himself, Connor headed into the bedroom to get the messages out. First and foremost, he decided to contact his girlfriend. He owed her that much. [Hey Kendall. It worked. I'm back to normal. Your boyfriend Connor's back in action.]
[Oh that's great, Connor! I'll be over tonight to bring in the big return.] Along with, of course, several eggplant emojis, just to make it clear what she expected of him.
Connor smirked and responded, [Looking forward to it, Kendall.] Even though he was having his doubts about these things, the one thing that never changed about Connor was that he always looked forward to getting laid. Sex was the primary motivator for him ever since the first time he had it.
Then he decided to contact Allen. This...could be tricky, he thought to himself. [Hey man. I'm back to being me.] How true was that?
Allen responded quickly enough, [OH YEAH, BRO! Great to have my bro Connor back. You and I should hit up the gym tomorrow.] Connor found himself lightly blushing at that idea. He could definitely look forward to that. His manhood gave a twinge of an excited reaction.
[Yeah, definitely. Let's do it!] Connor was more excited than he'd ever been of the idea of working out with that guy.
Still, as he finished up his messages, Connor found himself wondering what was wrong. His mom and dad were back from vacation...but were predictably out on the town for a few nights, leaving him about 30000 dollars with which to "enjoy himself" while they were gone. Again. Connor wondered if they thought all a child needed in this world was money to get them through.
He got up and wandered, looking in a variety of mirrors as he considered his reflection. He was every bit the stud he used to be. But why then was he so...conflicted. It was like something had changed about him in the course of that incident that past week. He couldn't quite pinpoint it, but it was a new factor in himself. Something he couldn't quite see easily.
But as his wandering through the house brought him to his parents' room, he found himself looking at his mother's array of cocktail dresses and showy outfits for the town. She was never the sort to accept she was aging at all - at 43, she retained much of her beauty even if it was starkly artificial at times.
And as Connor looked at these items, lined up in front of him, he had some decisions to make.