You wake up on top of the covers of a freshly made bed, sunlight streaming into the romo from an open window. A cool breeze creaps through the room. There are posters of cars and soccer teams on the walls. The room is furnished like it belongs to a young teenager. You are naked and still in the form of a young Mexican boy. You get up on shaky knees, thankful for your limp shaft. You make your way to the window and look out. You recognize the neighborhood as the boy's old one.
The door groaned slightly as a head peaked in. It Senor Gomez's nephew. You remember the person standing before you has gone through at least two major transformations. He was born a white boy, then spent over a year as a Latina girl who bore children, and had recently been changed back to his white male form, only for an instant to regret his life. That instant was followed by his transformation into the Latino boy that now stood before you.
The boy was also naked; his muscles showing beneath his skin as he approaced the bed you lay on. He wasn't smooth, he had body hair; thick at his slight wrists and ankles, also at the base of his cock. His upper body and arms, while toned and strong, were nothing compared to his thick and powerful looking legs. You remember the boy telling "Tio" Gomez that he had made the futbol team.
He reaches out with his relaxed yet taunt arm, and caresses the side of your face. You turn your head away in self-disgust, but moan involuntarily at the contact. He sits down on the bed with you and places his hand on the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your cock. You gasp a little and fight to regain control of this young body and to drive away the desires it comes with.
"Kid!" you say suddenly with supriseing authority, given that you are probably around 13 years old in this body, and he is 16, and bigger and stronger than you. He stops stoking your leg and looks up at you. You continue on, "Listen, we have to figure this all out. We gotta find a way for both of us to turn back." The older boy just looks at you, like he's looking at a piece at a musuem. "Hey!" you shout, trying to get his attention you place your small hands on either side of his face so that he has to look at you, eye to eye. Immediatly, you realize your mistake. His skin is soft, almost too soft for someone his age. You feel his peachfuzz beneath your palms as you draw his face towards you. You press your lips against his, beginning to cry as you realize how strong the needs of this new body are, and in your mind realzing your weakness in the situation as you feel blood begin to fill your member.
You push him down on the bed, and put your lips to his. It maddens you so, that he gives no response. His face is composed, and he makes no move to show you affection. You lie on top of him, with your hands on either side of his face as you grind your pelvis and hips up and down his body, from his own cock up to his chest. He lies there, his face slack, his member limp.
"ARGH! FUCK YOU!", you roar, spittingly out of frustration, both at yourself for sucummbing to these inplanted needs and at his refusal to satisfy you. You leap off the bed and stand over him, your erection still throbbing and hot.
You watch him slowly rise from the bed and for a moment you are relieved and afraid as he places his hand on your dick. He squeezes it painfully, and you feel all the energy and cum rush backwards, back to your balls. You whimper and fall to the ground, cradeling your cock. It felt like he broke it in half. Slowly, you look at it. It appears fine but limp. The it hits you, the desire is still there, greater now. You heave breath in and out. "What did you do!" you yell. You're so horny, so ready, and as you begin bring it back to it's hardened state. Nothing happens. You begin muttering to it "Oh, please. Just get hard. C'mon! Get hard." pleading with your cock to respond. The fire burns inside you, but you know there's no way to release it.
"Oh, little cousin. You have so much to learn." Says the boy smiling, finally showing some animation and humanity. He slaps you hard across the face and you fall onto the bed. You know there's no damage being done; the slap was for your own humilation and to put you in your place. "I am the elder here, and I will make the decisions. He steps forward and begins rubbing his swelling dick on your smooth knee. You move to grab his dick, but a flash of tanned skin and your on your back again on the bed, another slap having caught you by suprise. You lie there now, waiting for him to make each move.
He gets up and off you. He walks out of the room, meekly you follow him. In the hall way, you see another bedroom, decked out for another teenage boy. You can only assume its his. Looking around it looks like a normal suburban house in any American town. Decending the staircase, there are pictures on the wall, of you and he, in various places, poses, and in various ages.
He throws his still-naked body on a couch, in what appears to be the living room. you sit crosslegged at his feet on the carpeted floor. He nudges your neck with his foot and instantly and without control your erection comes back. Your hips and pelvis thrust out at the sudden arousal. You look at him for approval to even touch your own cock. He quickly sits up and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back over the couch. "Listen, "hermano", 'cause here, we're not cousins, we're brothers. The plan is what Tio Gomez has always planned, but for right now, you're gonna get your skinny ass out of this house, and bring back some boys for our use." He shoves your head forward so your bent over, forehead to carpet. "wha... what about clothes?" you stutter. He stands up, grabs you by your hair again and walks both your naked forms to the front door and shoves you out into the bright daylight. You expect to feel the hard pavement against you skin, or if your lucky, the lush green grass. You do feel the pavement, but it's through clothes. Jeans, a shirt, shoes, every normal bit of teenage clothing is present. "Hermano,"the boy says standing inside the borders of the house, still naked, "there are many things about this house you do not understand. Keep that in mind, if you ever try to ruin Tio's plans." He steps out and you watch as he leave the door sill, clothes appears on his body, as if clothes were sunlight and he were stepping out of shadows. He throws a few crumpled up hundred dollar bills at you, "Now go" he growls, "and don't forget to bring back some nice, young, athletic boys. But most of all, make sure they're proud. The plan is no fun if they're not vain and prideful."
He walks back and slams the door shut, leaving on the pavement, clothed in a boy's body. You still feel the fire burn inside your pants.
In the distance you see a group of boys outside of what looks like the town's library.