Sweat beaded down every sinew of the man who she assumed was her professor, glistening over his skin as it brightened, his tan splitting apart before her eyes to form numerous freckles. Just from a touch, she knew he was softer too, that carved musculature receding back into his body as his built frame shrunk to appear more… lanky. Gawkish. A touch underdeveloped. Surprisingly he got a hair taller, but maybe that was from his torso lengthening to make him appear that much more skinny, or his legs getting that much more gangly. Even more shocking, that member of his lost very little length, but plenty of girth. Clarissa tumbled forward onto his body from the sudden shrinkage, coming face to face with the man completely lost in ecstatic pleasure. She found herself too lost in arousal to move, his cock still stuck so deep.
The hair on his arms and chest and legs, even his stubble lightened in color and softened in texture until they couldn’t be called much more than peach fuzz. The hard edges of his face turned gentle, lips and cheeks filling back up, eyelashes getting a little longer. The grey in his hair turned back into a vivid auburn red as his hair grew out and coiled around his face in messy curls. The telltale signs of age started to slip away as the rest of his features lost their cuts, hard lines and creases. Not even the grin of a man on the edge of cumming could mar his face with wrinkles.
Was she imagining things or was Mr. Edwards getting a lot younger? No, that didn’t make sense. She was the one who’d taken the pill— one which had apparently already worn off from how slight and chilly she felt atop him. But the changes were completely real, she could tell even from one touch. Whereas Mr. Edwards had been a masculine ideal, oozing testosterone, the man now laying under her looked like he could use a great deal. He was still pretty, just lean, youthful, and a little awkward. He didn’t seem like he could be her professor, he looked a lot more like a fellow student. Actually, surprisingly like one she could picture.
“…Edwin? Edwin Daniels?”
He shot up like a rocket, eyes bolting wide. Now it was his turn to look back in shock. He caught her before she could fall back, but she put her hands up to push off from him.
“Clarissa Franklin??” He exclaimed, his voice cracking as it lost its deep baritone for Eddie’s higher register. “No way, holy shit… You took one too?”
The bottle of pills, almost mocking the both of them, sat in clear view on his bedside table. If she’d only looked a second earlier, she might have noticed. He shrugged his shoulders, leaning back against his headboard, and scratched the back of his head.
“Guess I have a few things to explain, huh?”
Clarissa narrowed her eyes and poked a finger into his chest. “Let’s start with how long you’ve been pretending to be Mr. Edwards.”