Brandon was so eager to take the treatment that it took all his willpower to not immediately inject himself while his chauffer drove him home. Once he arrived home, he dismissed his chauffer and the rest of his staff. He would spend the rest of the day alone, as he always did when facing a medical crisis.
After his staff had been dismissed, Brandon went to his den, where he excitedly injected the treatment. It might have been him imagining it, but he could already feel himself getting stronger and younger. Pleased, he turned on the TV and settled back to watch football.
The game ended. Hungry, Brandon got up. As he did so, he felt something tickle the back of his neck. He grabbed onto it. His eyes widened. It was hair. His hair. As vibrant and lush as it had been in his youth, but much, much longer.
“What the fuck did that doctor do to me?” he whispered. Deciding that food could wait, Brandon headed instead for the bathroom to look at his reflection. The moment he saw what he looked like, he let out a very uncharacteristic scream.
The person in the mirror wasn’t the muscular man in his fifties he’d been moments ago. No, the person was clearly in their thirties. But it wasn’t the age that distressed Brandon so, or even the long, black hair, which reached to just below his shoulders. It was the fact that his body was different. The muscles he’d broken himself to achieve were shrinking, his face was getting softer. And, as he turned to examine his profile, he discovered that his chest and butt were proportionally larger.
“Okay, relax. Maybe it’s just a weird temporary thing,” he said to himself. “Get something to eat.” He went to order a delivery from his favorite Thai restaurant. While he waited for his food to arrive, his body continued to change, remaining toned and athletic, but becoming slender and hourglass-shaped. The doorbell rang. Brandon went to answer it.
“All right, here’s your order,” said the man holding Brandon’s food. Brandon’s mouth went dry. The man was incredibly sexy. He had no idea what had come over him, but he needed that man inside him immediately. The man apparently felt the same way about Brandon, judging by his stare. “Um…”
“Want to…come inside?” Brandon asked breathlessly. Caught up in how horny he was feeling, he didn’t notice that his voice was now soft and feminine. The man’s eyes widened. “What’s your name?”
“Elijah.”
“Elijah. Come here.” Brandon grabbed Elijah’s hand and pulled him inside. He took the food from Elijah, placed it on a nearby table, then slammed Elijah into the wall, where he stuck his tongue down Elijah’s throat. Happily, Elijah reciprocated, and the makeout session got even hotter, to the point where, at the mercy of his strange and overpowering urges, Brandon dragged the man into his bedroom.
“Clothes off,” he commanded, already stripping. Elijah eagerly complied. Brandon’s mouth watered at the sight of Elijah’s penis. He fell to his knees and began to suck. Elijah moaned in ecstasy. Once he had come, Elijah gently pushed Brandon away.
“Time to return the favor,” Elijah said, throwing Brandon onto the bed. Brandon laid on his back breathlessly as Elijah straddled him. Then, suddenly, Elijah mounted him, thrusting his cock into Brandon’s eager pussy. Brandon’s eyes popped wide open. Elijah had entered his what?
Brandon’s shock and distress was quickly wiped away as Elijah went to work, thrusting in and out of him, making him moan just as Elijah had. Then, Brandon came. He arched his back, screaming with pleasure as Elijah shot an enormous load into him. Panting, the two fell apart.
“I should get back to work,” Elijah said, dressing himself. Brandon watched from the bed. Elijah scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to Brandon. “Call me sometime though, okay?”
“I definitely will,” Brandon purred. He already missed the feeling of Elijah inside him. Once Elijah had left, Brandon got to his feet and went to the bathroom. With Elijah gone, the dread from before had returned. His heart stopped at the sight of his reflection.
In the mirror was a gorgeous young woman, likely in her twenties. Her face was sharp and beautiful, her hair dark and long, and her bust and butt flawless. From head to toe, Brandon had moved from a he to a she.
“At least I’m still muscular,” she thought, admiring her toned arms and legs. She shook her head. “No! No silver linings, call that damn doctor and get some answers!”