The party’s in full gear when you arrive. You recognize some of the school’s hottest
upperclassmen, enough of the school’s jocks and cheerleaders that for a moment you feel
intimidated and hesitate at the door. But before you have time to remind yourself that
you’re now Scott, a gorgeously tan girl runs up to you and grabs your hand. “Scott!
Thought you’d never get here—c’mon, let me show you where the drinks are.” She winks
at you and instinctively you grin back and pull her close, quickly straightening up and
walking with her through groups of talking people.
A well-built senior your recognize as the captain of the baseball team waves at you.
“Watch it, Scott—don’t let Sarah see you and Kristen like that.” You remember his name is
Dave, and the real Scott said there were rumors he might be gay even though he has a
girlfriend. Dave’s a poster child for the all-american kid: clean-cut, blond, and blue eyes.
You give him a thumbs up as you walk past and pull Kristen closer. She puts her arm
around your waist. “Don’t worry, Sarah’s not in the kitchen,” Kristen says and smiles at
you. “You definitely need something to drink.”
A couple of Scott’s friends are in the kitchen and they whistle at you when you come in.
“Shit man,” says one. “That shirt sure is tight on you.” You look over at him and notice
his dark hair and green eyes—must be Jason, who Scott said he screwed once but wasn’t
really his type. You get a beer from the fridge and play his friends easily, enjoying how
you quickly become the center of the attention, with a couple of guys and girls giving you
not-so-subtle glances. You also notice that Jason checking Dave out and a plan begins to
form in your head.
But before you can do anything suddenly you hear a voice behind you. “Hey Scott, when’d
you get here?” I’ve been waiting for you over by the door. You turn around and see Sarah.
She looks annoyed.
“He came in the side,” says Kristen.
You can tell this is going to get ugly, but you don’t care. With an evil grin, you put your
arm around Kristen. “Yeah, Kristen just showed me into the kitchen and the guys were
here.” You pause as Sarah looks put out. “Sorry,” you say in a dull monotone, making it
clear you don’t mean it. She turns abruptly and stalks out. “I’m leaving.”
You watch her go out. Some of Scott’s friends look a little surprised at you. “You know
what,” you announce, “on second thought I’m going to go talk to her.” Now it’s Kristen’s
turn to look put out, but Scott’s friends are nodding their heads and doesn’t stop you.
You have no intention of following Sarah, but head for the door, motioning for Dave to join
you as you pass him on the way out.
“Hey, Scott, told you not to let Sarah see you with Kristen,” he says when you guys get
outside. You look him right in the eyes. “It’s not Sarah I’m worried about,” you say to
him, and without breaking eye contact you plant a full kiss on his mouth. He looks frozen
for a moment. Bingo.
You grab his hand and pull him around the back of the house. “God Scott, I—” but before
he can finish you’re pushing Dave against the house and you’ve got your mouth on his.
You're surprised at how easily your muscles hold his hard chest back. Surrendering, he
kisses you back, and you run your tongue against his teeth as you feel his cock start to
get hard against your leg. You take your hand and rub his cock through his jeans and he
begins to moan. “Fuuuuuckkkkk.”
Quickly you unbuckle his jeans and place your mouth over his thick cock, just like the real
Scott did to yours hours earlier. Your muscles jump and the recollection and before you
know it your throat muscles are massaging Dave’s cock and he’s plastered in heaven
against the house. Then with a final thrust he shoots his load into your mouth and you
swallow. You can’t help but admire how his leg muscles tighten and as you stand Dave
seems to come to his senses. “Oh shit, oh shit, what am I going to say to Jenny. I can’t go
back in there now.”
“Leave that to me,” you say smoothly, admiring just how sexy and low Scott’s voice can
get as you say it. It'll be a pity to give that up for a moment. “Just go home and wait for
me there.” Dave doesn’t question it. All he can do is nod, and as you walk him to his car
you discreetly pull out the medallion from your pocket. As he gets in, you rub it against
the back of his jeans and you feel that sharp jolt and start walking back toward the house,
hoping Dave doesn’t notice anything.
You feel yourself getting slightly shorter, your muscles more compact, and when you reach
up to touch your hair you can feel the hot blond crop cut that Dave was sporting. Shit,
you’re not wearing his clothes but oh well, no time for that now—hopefully everyone’s
been drinking enough not to notice. You pull the belt a little tighter, and it feels like your
feet are just about the same size at least. As you walk back in, someone does notice:
Jason. “Hey Dave,” he says, frowning with a puzzled look on his face. “Where’s Sean?”