Suddenly, the sound of something ringing woke me from my reverie. I blinked several times, figuring it had all been one of my usual vivid dreams, and reached for the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey man, what's up? It's me, Eli." Eli. Eli was a friend of mine who I'd happened to be hanging out with last night. Gay and completely out of my league. He wasn't even slightly interested in me. In fact, he actually kind of used me to get rides around. I had the hugest crush on him. I felt my erection swell. For some reason just the sound of his voice was making me REALLY horny.
"Oh, hey man. I was just having the wildest dream."
"That's cool. Remember when you gave me a ride home last night? I left my bookbag in your car."
"Oh, sorry about that man."
"It's cool, I'm in the neighborhood. Can I come pick it up?"
"Yeah, no prob--" right hten, I caught myself in the mirror. I looked amazing. I stood there, open mouthed, gaping at my own reflection.
"Hey there. Dude. Dude?"
I shook my head, remembering the prior events. <i>So it was real...? </i> "I'm here man."
"Well, I'll be there in like, five minutes."
"Oh-okay."
He hung up. I started freaking out. When he saw me like this, what would he say? I looked in the mirror and fervently wished that I looked like normal, looked like normal, and then touched the glass. Nothing happened. Were the changes permanent? Then again, I thought, flexing in the mirror, I wouldn't really mind too much. I smiled in spite of myself and my giddy dick hardened to its new length.
My teeth. Ugh. I wish it had fixed those too. And voila. There in the mirror, they were fixed. Could I change ANYTHING? I wish I was two inches taller. There in the mirror. I wished I had a smooth body. It happened. Could it change internal things? I thought, "I wish I could sing really awesome." I touched the glass, and my body morphed too. IN REAL LIFE. I coughed, and then I began belting my favorite song. It sounded great. This was completely un-fucking-real. I stepped back and shook my head and stared at myself.
God, I was starting to look really sexy. And hot. I had to get control. But it felt so good. It was strange how horny I was. I started rubbing myself, wanting to feel sexier, wanting to be sexier. Sexier than anyone I'd ever seen. Sexy enough to get anyone I wanted. The image in the mirror morphed ever so slightly. The stance changed. the look in my eyes narrowed, became more inviting. I leaned against the cool glass, trying to get a hold of myself. Eli would be here any minute. Man... with this body, I bet I could get anyone I wanted... if only I were confident enough. I wished I had that kind of mentality that other people seemed to have, just being able to get with whoever you wanted.
And then the doorbell rang. I had changed. It was Eli, and somehow I knew things would be different than usual.