The sky is bleeding red. The moon is peeking over the horizon but that doesn’t mean the day has ended. It’s quite the contrary as Paulo decided to keep the day longer by going outside. But before he did that, he found another aspect of his powers accidentally. As he lay there in his bed, heart beating and tired, he accidentally drifted into transforming into his original body. It wasn’t out of the ordinary until he saw the cum stains on the floor disappearing into thin air. His vigor has returned. His libido washed anew, he transformed back to Alden Abrenica and cummed three more times until he decided to go outside.
Because they were the same height, most of Paulo’s clothes fit on his new, more handsome body. Although, the previously baggy clothes now fit snug on his toned torso and legs. And come to say, his clothes accentuate his handsome looks. Or maybe, it’s the other way around. Definitely the latter as the clothes he’s wearing were bought from cheap ukay-ukays (flea markets).
Paulo checked twice to see if he locked all the entrances of their home. Armed with only his clothes and a cap, and a handful of money, he circled his barangay (neighborhood) and looked for a place where he could stay and chill.
While walking, Paulo noticed that people were stealing glances at his face. Many were women who grew flustered whenever he looked in their direction. Some were blunt in their admiration. An old woman who was talking with her fellow senior citizens went up to him and pinched Paulo on his cheeks.
“Toy’, I wish one of my grandsons were half as handsome as you,” the old lady said. Her friends laughed and added their own brew of flustering compliments. “Say, you look like that handsome guy in that noon-time show. Puta, I forgot the name.”
“Alden!” One of the ladies shouted.
“That’s right. You sure you’re not that guy?” She laughed. “Of course, you’re not. Why would you be here without your camera crew and entourage?”
As much as Paulo wants to be called by the real thing, he doesn’t want to increase the number of gawking passersby of his looks. “My name is Paulo and I’m flattered that you’re comparing me to Alden.”
The old lady shook her head in agreement, and briefly returned to her gossiping circle of friends. But not without another pinch of his cheeks and biceps.
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After the flattering encounter, Paulo found himself in the borders of his barangay. A place where the residential meets the urban. He stopped by a coffee shop and looked by its menu. The cheapest coffee is at 200 pesos. Grabbing the allowance he divided up for the day, he realized that he barely had half of that. Just as he was about to look for somewhere else to chill, Paulo felt someone tapping on his shoulders. He turned around to see a man who is probably just around his age. He has this deep dark hair, eyes hidden behind sunglasses even though it’s nearly evening. He wore a floral polo and light khaki shorts. His black and white streaked shoes looked expensive. Everything about him is expensive.
“Uhhh… How can I help you?” Paulo asked.
“I’m just wondering, are you Alden Abrenica by chance? My friend saw you and he’s too embarrassed to ask.” The guy pointed at a table. When Paulo looked, he saw a guy immediately hide his face on the large cup of iced coffee he’s holding.
“I get that a lot but no. Name’s Paulo.”
“Are you sure you’re not pulling our legs? I’ve seen the guy multiple times and you look like a complete copy of the guy.”
“Truly, I’m not kidding.”
“Now that I’ve spent a few more seconds talking to you, I could see that you’re telling the truth. You don’t talk like him, and he definitely doesn’t pay entirely in coins when ordering in a cheap coffee shop. I see that you’re tight when it comes to money so why don’t I pay for you instead. Choose anything, my treat. In exchange, you have to spend the night with us. Deal?”