"You look a bit different too" I exclaimed.
"W-w-why do you say that?" Mark stuttered.
"You look like Enrique, the pool boy my stepmom was doing!"
"I don't think I do. I can't, you must be imagining different memories," Mark stammered back.
Then it dawned on me. You were Enrique and that's why you've changed, I challenged him. His blushes made it clear. "Why did you do it?!"
"Well, I knew your stepmom was fit and I wanted to see exactly how far I could manipulate things."
"So you mean she doesn't normally even have an affair?" I cried at him.
"Well no," he meekly replied. "I wanted some fun so altered things round a bit. You were great though." he grinned.
I told him that I didn't care.That it was a damn cheap trick, that I felt raped and violated, and with my feminine body began to get quite upset. Tears streaked down my cheeks. Even though I'd enjoyed it I hadn't wanted that. I was a guy. Now he had ruined my whole life!
Mark sensed I was about to break down and came and put his arm over my shoulders. Then I noticed what he was wearing - a tight-fitting singlet, showing off his muscular, strong tan arms and highlighting his well-worked pecs. I felt an odd stirring within me towards him. Without being sure what to do I glanced at his face and remembered the fun I had had with Enqrique. I raised my delicate young lips up to his, and, well, what can I say, we kissed. He pulled back after a long toying of tongues, and I felt my heart being pulled away from me. My groin stirred.
"Well, I'm quite happy as I am, but your options are thus," he said, in a voice which made me feel quite moist between my legs.