They took Marco's car.
As they drove, Francisco was able to relax, and he felt a
persistant glee. Not only had he gotten out of that
ridiculous and even horrifying situation, he had
managed a few improvements to himself along the
way. Now, he looked and felt better than he had in
years, and a persistant tightness in his crotch
reminded him of the last-minute transformation he had
enacted over his normally small penis. Wait until Marco
got him into bed tonight!
Yes, life was good. Here he was with Marco, his
gorgeous lover, driving down the highway as the wind
whipped thier hair and the sun got low in the sky. And
once he got home and righted all of his mischevious
transformations, he could send the kids home with no
memory of what happened and have the power of the
spell book to make the rest of his life into an amazing
adventure. Judging from the spells he'd seen while
flipping through it, he would be able to make his wildest
dreams come true and indulge any whim.
Life was good. He began to laugh with delight.
"You're happy tonight," said Marco with a beautiful
smile. He was thrilled that his lover was in such a good
mood. Francisco got so stressed out sometimes that it
didn't make for such a fun evening -- sometimes Marco
even wondered if their relationship would survive the
periodic bouts of tension -- but tonight, everything was
perfect.
"Yeah, I'm happy. And I have a few surprises for you,
too. For later."
Marco grinned again, turning slightly away from the
road to look at his boyfriend in the passenger seat.
That's when Francisco noticed something a little
unusual. Marco's chisled good looks seemed a little . . .
softer. He was still gorgeous, of course, but in the light
of the setting sun, he didn't look as well-honed. And
Francisco was even more surprised to notice a light
smattering of acne across his lover's forehead and
cheeks. He didn't mind at all, himself, but he knew that,
as a model, Marco was fanatical about acne and had
he realized he had the beginnings of a breakout, he
would probably had stayed at home, sulking.
In his good mood, Francisco was able to dismiss all of
those strange concerns. Everything is perfect, he told
himself. But when Marco said, "Hey, we're almost
there," and his voice didn't sound as deep, sexy, and
commanding as it usually did, the slightest of doubts
crept in again.
"Great," said Francisco distractedly, just as a swerve in
the motion of the car caused him to grim the armrest.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," came Marco's new voice. "I just felt a little
strange for a minute."
Francisco looked over with concern to see his boyfriend
shifting in the driver's seat. His clothes seemed to fit
oddly . . . they were at once too big in some places and
too tight in others.
The previous events of the day were what inspired
Francisco's next thought. He remembered that he had
never seen photographs of his lover in his college days
because not only had he not yet had the late growth
spurt that shot him up to six-foot-three, he also had
been a little overweight. And so it was that he had never
before seen the Marco who was driving them to their
destination. Although not as fast as Francisco had,
Marco was getting younger!