The next day, Deion got up off the floor with his eyes closed. Walking into the bathroom and opening his eyes, Deion froze upon seeing Alec’s face in the mirror.
“No, no! This can’t be happening!” He cried. “I’m Deion Dalton.”
Completely freaked, Deion tried to figure out what happened and how to regain his black skin. That was when he remembered how he had changed every time he had masturbated. Closing his eyes, Deion began to massage his member, focusing on how much he like his black skin and how much he liked it when Savannah screamed his name.
Reaching climax, Deion opened his eyes to see his skin begin to darken. However, Deion could tell that he was not fully back. Fortunately, he was able to coax his tool back to attention a few more times. By the seventh round, Deion was again looking at the reflection he had come to consider his true face.
Both relieved and worried about what had happened to him the previous night, Deion quickly cleaned himself up and went to check out the book he had touched. Leaning down, Deion picked up the book and read the title. Becoming Your Original Self. Not understanding the implications of the words, he was simply thankful to see his black complexion in the mirror. He did not think that he could go back to being Alec. Nor did he want to.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Deion thought about his nights with Savannah. This instantly caused his tool to come roaring back to life. Whether out of gratitude for his new life, or the fact that he knew Alec’s parents would be returning home in less then a week, Deion knew that he had to get out of this place. He needed to face life as Deion fully.
Packing a suitcase, Deion looked around his room for anything that he thought he would miss, but everything just seemed to belong to someone else. None of Alec’s possessions called to Deion. Therefore, with a shrug of his massive shoulders, Deion left Alec’s life and home forever, not looking back.
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It was the Monday morning a week after leaving behind Alec. Deion got out of bed and stretched with arms almost touching his ceiling. Slipping out of his boxers, Deion headed into the bathroom and took a shower after taking care of his morning wood. Standing under the warm water cascading down his Numbian skin that covering mounds of shredded muscle, Deion could not help but smile when he noticed he was again at full mast. Rubbing out a quick one before cleaning up, Deion went and got dressed in his standard tank top and jeans. Pulling his jeans up around his thighs, Deion had a feeling that they were tighter than he remembered them being. Shrugging it off as his pulled on his leather jacket, Deion headed out.
Deion had found a not overly expensive apartment not too far from his school. When he had first tried to rent, the landlady had been less than thrilled at the prospect of allowing a young black guy into her building, but after Deion pay for the first three months upfront, she ignored her misgivings and took the money. The apartment had some basic furnishing, so Deion had instead of getting a new mattress, like Alec’s, had purchase a weight set.
As he walked to school, Deion was wondering about what Savannah wanted to do after the coming game, when he suddenly heard someone call out his name.
Turning around, Deion found a giant of a man, someone perfect for a left tackle on a football team. Maybe and inch or two shorter than Deion, the man was far wider in the shoulders, which even with his wide thighs, gave his body a solid v shape. Wearing a gray hoody without sleeves, Deion could see massive arms with large hands. All of this included a black complexion twice as dark as Deion’s. Pushing back his hood, Deion saw a man with a nose so wide, it was almost flush with his face and a lower lip twice the size of his large upper lip. His head was round, more spherical than square, and this was only exacerbated by the fact the guy’s head was shaved completely smooth.
“Hey, Deion.” The guy started. “I need your help.”
“Do I know you?” Deion replied.
“It’s Dave, Deion.”
Unable to help himself, Deion gave Dave a quick grin and said, “Dave doesn’t really suit you. Maybe Jayden would be better.”
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Over the course of the next two weeks, Deion helped Dave, whom he called Jayden, learn to live in his new skin. Since Jayden couldn’t go home, he moved into Deion spare bedroom. On top of that, they decided that Jayden would be Deion’s cousin. So Jayden Dalton went to school as a new transfer student.
During all of this, Jayden would try to get Deion to explain how he knew about the changes. Jayden finally figured that Deion had been white before and so his question changed to who Deion was originally. However, no matter how many times Jayden asked, Deion would simply brush the question off or change the subject.