Oliver was just a loser and he knew it, but soon, he could have access to a whole new world. The new power that he had in his ring allowed him to take on the aspects of the previous owner of any piece of clothing.
He had two gay and two straight prospects. He looked at the clothes on his bed. The youngest man he could turn into was at least ten years older than he was. Manly, chiseled, with model looks and cut short on the sides, glossy black hair swept up in the middle, gorgeous locks of hair fell down just so. He could never dream of looking this good, but in this body, he thought, checking out his incredibly toned physique, was undoubtedly gay. It was also his favorite. What if...he wondered what he would look like if he put the sweatpants on at the same time as the shorts. Would he become the DILF or a combination of the two?
The body he was in now was tanned and luminous but with very little body hair. He morphed into an older version of himself, with crags settling into his face and lines filling in his forehead just enough to make him look like he was in his mid 30s, a halfway zone in age between mid 20s and late 40s. He smiled. He looked amazing. He looked a little more Anglo now, but with richer, fuller amount of stubble. He looked like he should be in a fashion magazine, or gay porn. He realized with elation that he didn't resemble any man currently out there in the world. He had combined two different men to create his own unique looking avatar. Could he possibly live as this man?
His muscles gleamed, but with less golden tan than before. It was still more color than your usual man of Anglo descent, that shade of tan that lent just the right amount of color and his muscles were taut at 215 pounds, 15 less than the beach stud but more toned than the DILF. He was still to die for and his muscles were proportionate.
"Wow. I wonder what I sound like. That's me? Oh wow, I sound like a cross between the two. And...it's so sexy. I'm like the best of both of them." He flexed his body. It was taller now than the beachgoer gay man had been, but not as tall as the DILF. Probably about 6 feet tall 1 inch. Not too shabby, he thought. He had more hair than the beachgoer but less than the DILF but it was a lovely amount of chest hair and more than he had as just plain old Oliver, which was to say none.
He didn't have that problem now. He winked into the mirror. "Boy, you sure are a handsome devil, Oliver. I wonder if I should get a different ID for this guy. Wait. No. I should go out looking like this and see how all the lovely ladies and gentlemen out there react to me. All those hot MILFS and hot guys. He suddenly realized he liked women over 30 and men under 35. He usually liked younger men and older women. That had been the preferences of his two templates, he realized. He was slightly tan, ruggedly handsome with some crags in his skin. He looked as handsome as a movie star, he thought and smiled proudly. I'm so handsome I can't even stand it!
He decided to go out for a walk. He dressed in some of his dad's clothes as none of his would fit quite right. He was in a dress shirt and slacks, and he whistled as he walked around the neighborhood and into a local park. It was unreal. People turned their heads to stare at him. Everywhere he went. Old people. Young people. Girls smiled at him. Women smiled at him and he smiled back. Everyone was saying hello to him. He was starting to realize that this was how handsome people lived. They just attracted stares everywhere and got compliments all the time on how they looked.
It went to his head a little bit. He had to sit down he was so giddy. Imagine, he thought. All this attention on me..ME! I've never been good looking before. It's...amazing. I can't go back to being a regular 17 year old slob. I looked terrible before and now...the world can be my oyster. Imagine, just any job I have and people will automatically like me because I'm so handsome.
He completed his experiment with a trip to the mall. Women would go out of their way to greet him if he approached a sales area. They threw themselves at him, telling him he'd look good in everything. He told them he was just gift shopping and would come back.
No one in his life had ever been so excited to see him as people in the mall. He turned heads. He could feel their stares. He heard women and a few gay guys whispering about him. It made his dick hard. He should slam it inside that hot kid at the jewelry counter. Bet he'd like to get plowed and I'm just old enough to play his Daddy.
He shook his head. He had never had gay thoughts before. But all day long he was picturing himself slamming his big new 7 inch cock entering most of the older counter ladies giving him wolfy stares. Most of them were older than him by about five years at least.
It was so odd, because he'd never been attracted to older women before becoming this hunky specimen of manhood.
He thought to himself suddenly, maybe he should try and get some phone numbers. What should he go for first? Maybe it might be easier to fuck another man...especially a smaller one. That felt real hot. But it also felt hot to be with a woman that could be old enough to be his mother were he in his original form. He thought of all the guys at school and their hot moms. He used to crave their daughters but now their moms were all he could think about!
He decided finally...