Tony had the wind knocked out of him by the fall. Just as he propped himself up on a pile
of John's clothes he felt a shock. Seeing stars, he looked up at the guy who was insisting
that he was his old roommate, but that wasn't possible! John was a shrimp of a guy and
this dude looked like he had played sports for years.
Rising up suddenly, Tony felt his shirt loose on his back and his pants falling down. "What
the... hell?!" he yelled. Looking into John's face, he saw shock and disbelief, which he
turned to panic as Tony felt the angle between them getting greater. Somehow, he was
shrinking and felt his strength flowing out. Sure, it was winter, but his skin was unusually
pale, and he felt a dull ache in his face.
Tripping over to the mirror, Tony wrestled out of the clothes that were far too big for him
now. He still looked like himself, but a nerdy version - milky white skin, about 5'8", and
maybe 150 soaking wet. His cock was smaller but thicker, and cut, which shocked him
since he'd always been proud of his uncut dick.
Turning around in confusion, he saw that dude again, stepping toward him. "John... is that
really you?" Tony asked in scared voice, gulping as he looked down and saw his
roommate's cock a full 8 inches hard and dripping pre-cum.
What the hell was going on here?!