Henry looked at the clock and it says 4:03 AM - which is a little early considering his classes won’t start until 8 AM. He must have been too excited to get another taste of the sock’s powers. The entrance door opened, and it was Kurt who’s now wearing his formal schoolwear for the first time in days. It’s his first time returning, so why not do all the formalities. And besides, he likes wearing his bright red tie and knee-high brown socks.
“Thinking of swapping your slippers with somebody else?” Kurt asked, whilst slipping on his slipper footwear.
“How’d you know?” Henry asked.
“We’ve been best friends for almost a decade, I know what you think. It’s also my first idea yesterday until I found a better one. Follow me,” Kurt led Henry to a utility room near the entrance. Inside are your usual janitor tools but beyond that is a cabinet that Kurt opened to reveal a stock of the school-slippers. “Why swap your sandals when you can steal all of them?”
Kurt told Henry that their slippers are replaced every other week by the janitor. They just throw out the old ones since cleaning them is more expensive. By his estimate, the slippers should be replaced three days from now. Kurt plans to steal all the old slippers, mark them by the owner’s name, and replace them with new ones. Easy peasy, since it’s a few hours since the classes won’t start after a few more hours. If someone caught them, they could just excuse that they are helping the janitor rotate out the old slippers with the new. It’s a foolproof plan that worked a little too well, By the time they finished at 7 AM. They got two bags of slippers which they hid behind the school cafeteria and retrieved them after class.
Kurt notified his parents that he’ll stay over at Henry’s for the night - to celebrate the rapid healing of his legs and to spend a long overdue sleepover party at his best friend’s place. Kurt already has his clothes sent for the occasion, and all that’s left to do as the sun is setting is to try out the slippers. Luckily for both of them, Henry did not just buy one pair of socks, rather it’s a set of ten pairs. Henry gave a pair to Kurt and left one for him - the rest is hidden in a tightly sealed box in the vent.
“So, who do you want to try first?” Kurt asked. There are so many slippers that Henry doesn’t know where to pick. “As for me, I already have my pick.”
Kurt picked a slipper marked with a star and a name, Brandon-Lee Devine - a baseball player in their school. He’s a pretty good player, not that much of a hunk but a total cutie with his pinkish face. Everyone thought he was gay until he came out straight with a goth girlfriend chic from the school band. Henry didn’t know Kurt liked him - well, who doesn’t? Aside from having a more decent face, he’s pretty amicable with everybody.
Before slipping Brandon’s slippers on, Kurt undressed except for the socks - which earned him eyeful remarks from Henry.
“What? You’ve seen me naked before. You even sucked my cock. What’s that look for?”
“Nothing. I just noticed you’re already hard.”
“I’m hard all day just thinking I could be Brandon motherfucking Lee. I know it ain’t the groin guard making his crotch look big. And with this slipper, I can find out.” Kurt slipped in the slippers. The change was delayed before it worked. When it began, Kurt’s skin bubbled, changing its appearance at the wave of ripples. His skin tone turned tan, his limbs stretched and his hair reeled until they were 1-2 inches from the scalp. Kurt’s previously clear skin became spotted with flat moles dotting his sides and back. He turned around to see his butt clench and become bubblier. As for his dick, Kurt smiled when he saw it lengthen and his foreskin growing back to cover his tip. Patches of hair bushed on the area below his navel, whilst the opposite happened in his pits. Nobody noticed it until now that Brandon shaves his underarm.
Kurt looked in the mirror and admired his new features - his kind brown eyes twinkled under his gaze which is complemented by his thin sly smile. It’s rare to see Brandon-Lee without the smile, and even rarer to see him with such a cheeky look. Brandon never had that much of a muscle definition, but early signs of it are apparent. Kurt did some poses in the mirror, some of which are actions you’d do if you play baseball. He snapped a picture of his face, body, and a close-up of his dick.
“You like what you’re seeing?” Kurt asked in Brandon’s voice.
“Of course,” What’s the use of lying? Tons of girls from their school would sacrifice a lot just to see the hot guys from the school naked. Nevertheless, it’s time to transform himself too. He undressed his clothes, like what Kurt did, which got him a wide-eyed look from him.
“Wow,” Kurt said, his mouth agape. “Last time I saw that thing was when we’re children. When did you get so hung?” It’s quite weird really. For someone to have a thin frame, you’d never expect Henry to have a dick that nearly reached his knees.
“You like what you’re seeing?” Henry said cheekily, snapping back the question at him.
“Don’t answer my question with a question, idiot. So who are you going to pick, because I sure as hell know who I’ll pick next.”