The sunlight streamed into the bedroom window, a reflection of the early autumn Sunday to come. Hank groaned as the beams of light hit his face, before stretching out his lanky frame and yawning deeply. Without saying anything he stood up and made his way to the bathroom, stopping only briefly to listen for the sound of his sister in the shower. He quickly grabbed a towel from next to the Sunday clothes for church that had been laid out the day before (how they got there didn't really register in his sleep addled mind) and he shut the door to the bathroom. He laid the towel on the floor before stepping in front of the toilet, whipping his dick out of his boxer shorts and starting to empty his bladder. He yawned again as he finished his morning constitutional, scratching his face as he flushed the toilet and stripped off his boxers, wondering idly if he should shave that morning...
...She stopped as that thought crossed her mind, and with a scare she darted across the room to the mirror, staring at her newfound face. The previous night's antics came rushing back to her mind, nearly causing bile to back up into her throat. The accidental transformation. Seeing her sister having sex with her boyfriend. Being turned on by that sight and...jacking off. Holly turned on the water and splashed it in her face, trying to get the image out of her mind. She thought back to the Amulet and knew that she had a few hours left stuck like this before she could try and change back...which meant that she would have to endure church in this body. Groaning, she knew she'd better get clean before that happened. Stepping into the shower, she flipped on the hot water and allowed the stream to soak into her new, more powerful muscles. The hot water felt good on her body, letting the tension of the last few minutes ache out. She closed her eyes and grabbed a bar of soap and wash cloth, beginning to wash all over the body and allowing it to return to the autopilot she had been on before. Before long his mind began to wander again, though not focusing on the night before. His mind wandered to memories that he didn't know he had, primarily centered around the Homecoming date he had planned next week with his girlfriend, Courtney. The thought of her in a low cut dress that showed off her cleavage caused Hank's hands to grab his massive tool again and begin to stroke it back and forth slowly, getting hard again. He moaned to himself as his jerkoff session got faster and faster, before again he shot out a spurt of cum from his dick, overwhelmed by the pleasure. As Holly's mind reasserted itself, the afterglow of the pleasure seemed less disgusting than before, though she quickly cleaned off the wall where her spunk had splattered. Finishing up in the shower, she needed to stop this kind of thinking before she let it get the better of her. She was a girl. Not a guy. The fact that she couldn't even begin to think of herself as 10 years old was lost on her. Stepping out of the shower, she dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her waist, somewhat enjoying the notion that she could go topless now without reprecussions. She headed into her...now his bedroom and looked on the floor where he had left the Amulet the day before.
Only it wasn't there.
Frantically Hank's eyes darted back and forth looking for the Amulet. Without it, he'd be stuck like this. She needed to find it. HE needed to find it. A subtle coughing sound from the doorway caused her to suddenly turn around, the towel falling from his waist as he did so.
"Looking for something," his sister Taylor asked with a smirk as she glanced up and down his body. Hank was frozen in place...trying to think of a response...