Michael woke up and thought he had the worst nightmare ever. His last night intercourse with John, his body changing like a robot and his conscious being pushed into his testicles sounds so crazy to be real, but at the same time they felt so vivid to completely consider them a dream. He was sweating and his body was completely nude and only covered by a thin blanket.
He stood on his bed staring at the ceiling for a while remembering every grotesque scene like a video replaying again and again. He was lost in those thoughts until he heard his mother saying his name. It was time for breakfast. He quickly dressed up and meet his parents at the kitchen. He ate his breakfast and left his house in less than an hour. However, he can't think of anything else but those nightmare images.
At class, he kept thinking the same. While he was talking with his friends, at lunch, even walking back to home. He wasn't completely lost in thoughts, he replied and acted normally. But if he had a strong relationship with someone, they could figure out that something was wrong with Michael. When he was in front of John's home he stood still for a moment staring at the window that connects his bedroom and John's.
Doing his homework was incredible easy, like if he has all the internet info inside his head. He also was incredible dexterous and he finished his chores before sunset. He even helped with some extra chores only to kill some more time. He wasn't interested in playing videogames or watching a movie, he wants to stay in movement because it distracts him more from those images in his head.
When the night finally arrived, he realized his pajamas were tattered and he had to sleep with an old t-shirt and a pair of baggy basketball shorts. He struggled to sleep, but after almost an hour he finally made it. He even started to snore a little, and that was John's signal to begin his playtime. John opened his window and noticed that Michael's window was covered with curtains.
"Good try, kid. But that won't stop me." John told to himself before he commanded Mike to wake up. After a brief silence, a robotic voice start to speak like it was initiating a launch program. "Mike, open the window and let me in." John said and he noticed the boy's silhouette through the curtains. He opened the window and made a step back. John knew it was Mike's invitation to come in.
John didn't hesitate and crossed through the windows, carefully enough to don't make any strong noise. Mike was there frozen like a statue watching while the young man did it. "Oh, I daydreaming all day until this moment." John said. "I was even making a list in my phone every time I get a new idea." John took his phone and looked for that list. "Here it is! I hope you're as excited as me!"
"I will be excited if you order me to be excited." Mike replied robotically and after hearing his childish voice, John realized he needed to do something first. "Oh, I almost forgot. We can't have a good time if you still look like a puny kid. It's time to grow Michael! But before you simply made your body older, I had some ideas that I wanted to try."