He pondered the possibilities. The door wouldn’t budge. That window behind him seemed rather fake. And there didn’t seem to be any openings in the bathroom. Glancing over his shoulder, Justin pondered what he felt was a clever possibility. This had all started with him in bed. Perhaps the solution to this lay here?
It was clever, the kind of thinking outside the box possibility he was used to back in his frat days in college. Turn the situation around to his benefit. That bitch thought she was clever, but he expected she didn’t think he would do something like this. He gave a few seconds to consider again who she could be.
The chicks he bedded in his college days at least numbered into the hundreds. And there were plenty of booty calls ever since. But they all had short regular names like Cass, Abby, Syd, Lynn, and Mae. Damn. Never mind, he wasn’t gonna screw around with her rules.
Hopping up, he jerked the weighty sheets down and tossed them to the edge of the bed effortlessly. Underneath, was a lighter, brown blanket followed by a glossy fitted sheet. Working quickly, he stripped the entire bed faster than any of the girls back in college. The mattress was locked into the frame as a single mass bolted to the headboard, so that was as far as he could go. Shuffling through the massive blankets, he let out a cry of frustration as he shoved everything back on top.
Before walking away, he rolled his eyes and slapped his thigh when he realized the fitted sheet would make a pretty good temporary cover for his body. Digging underneath the blanket, he pulled the entire thing out and straightened it. Something soft and glossy fell out and slid beside the bed.
Checking, he lifted up the blanket near where the thing had fallen and his hand brushed against soft, pink satin in the shape of a woman’s thong. Hastily, he bolted away as if discovering a lurking venomous snake. But that wasn’t enough to save him as the heady, euphoric rush of light and color filled his body despite the brief contact.
He braced himself against the bed and kept his eyes on his nude body. His vision and his flesh pulsed with his racing heart. Panting, a whimper escaped his lips that verged on falsetto. He bit back his lips and tried to force it higher, but the best he could do was sounding like a young boy who trailed behind in puberty. Even growling at the room around seemed so weak and ineffectual.
Just a little was lost from his voice before the effect sought out another weakness in his form. The effort he’d put into polishing his waistline and broadening his muscles in the pursuit of that almost six pack dropped down a slope of softness. Not pudgy or fat, but as though the work at building up his muscles melted away. It was just a small dip but a foreboding one which hinted at his hairless skin wrapped in feminine contours. It wasn’t long after that his now hairless face started to tingle.
Darting on uneasy feet to the mirror past the edge of the bed, Justin watched as invisible hands shaped his features like clay. It already had a boyish tilt but a deeper crease joining his shrinking nose and upper lip added an uncomfortable cuteness. His eyebrows softened and narrowed slightly with a tint of rustiness that also subtly brightened the still-short hair on his head. His lips stopped short of a pink pout but he feared they weren’t far from it. Breathing did feel oddly easier with his narrower nose but that was a small comfort when the rippling muscles on his arms and shoulders started to tingle as well.
Grasping them in panic, he had a good look as the firm pinnacles receded to fair, weaker slopes. All his hard work, eaten away. Back to when he really started exercising in college. Again, it wasn’t flabby, but it wasn’t anything to brag about anymore. Before he could mourn their loss fully, A tickling warmth settled in his still-flat chest and his pale pink nipples looked like they were blushing in embarrassment.
“NONONONONO!” He managed to get out as his hands dashed to hold back the flesh on his chest. The broad flat muscles started to sink into a fair, boyish shape. And a conspicuous puffiness asserted itself around the nipple with a tiny hint of fleshy growth. Fortunately, that was all that happened before the sensation eased.
Instead of his broad, chiseled chest, he now possessed a hairless, ever so slightly jiggly bump of flesh with hardened nipples reaching for the cold air. They could still be mistaken for an older man out of shape with polished moobs but the sensitivity rivaled any foreplay session. And the changes weren’t finished with him yet.
The sensitive skin around his swollen nipples felt like they infected delicate trepidation across patches of his entire body. Despite the loss of his body hair, his skin still had a manly hardness and ruggedness… which it was swiftly losing. His cheeks felt raw and weak when he slapped them and massaging the areas of his lessened muscles along his arms felt like they might bruise if he was too rough. He had chick skin from his toes to his head, fair, delicate, and alien on his manly shape. And before he could fully process this new irritant, the most terrifying tingle of all focused on his groin.
Efforts at screaming devolved into scrambled screeches and whimpers as his meaty girth dwindled like a popsicle in the sun. The width he was so proud of fell away and little more than a pencil dick nestled like a fearful mushroom stump against his balls. He was afraid to touch it, even when the tingling ceased and his vision returned to normal.
The mysterious woman spoke again, “What a lovely pair! I think they’ll look gorgeous nestled against your tight, wet pussy. Next hint, there’s a letter A. Good luck!”
Justin loudly cursed and proclaimed that no fucking way would he ever wear or need to wear a pair like that. A flashpoint of horror struck him though, when a stray thought inside his head wondered how his pussy might look… and whether it would be sexy. A punctuation of arousal pushed his dick up in the air for instant before the realization brought it back down. Was that bitch fucking with his mind too?!
He had to get out of here. The hard nipples and sliver of flesh at his chest weren’t the worst sensation ever but he feared for what might happen next. Scanning the room, he knew he had to be careful with what he tried next to escape this prison.