Ben was tempted to go for something really exotic, but wondered if it would be more sense to try something not too different from his present appearance. Under European he chose German, and then, having set the morph to be to a young good looking man, set the other options to random, but making sure he would still be able to understand English. He entered the selection.
Ben got up to go over the mirror to enjoy his transformation, but he was just rising from his seat when his mind seemed to be overtaken by a swirling fog. The fog cleared quickly, and Ben sat down decisively saying to himself “There is no logical reason to go to the mirror. I know what I look like.” He did not notice he was thinking to himself in German.
He looked at the screen where there were details of someone called Ben, whose name he did not recognise. He saw what the program said but knew he was perfectly happy as he was, a strong, handsome German young man in his early twenties, indeed he could not imagine anything better. He worked industriously online checking out traffic regulations in Germany. When he was asked to enter his name he duly typed Bruno Hoffmann.
Having worked thoroughly to his satisfaction, Bruno remembered that for some reason he was going to check his appearance. Having done his work, he thought he would enjoy looking at himself again and so strode purposefully over to the mirror. An extremely muscular and handsome blond young man looked back. His blond hair was cut in a tight flattop, with the neat short hair spiked up at the front. His eyes were piercing blue, and his face was beautifully finished – neither too aggressive nor too soft – but at the same time somewhat bovine. He was wearing a short sleeved white shirt open at the neck, and revealing a muscular chest and well developed biceps beneath the crisp sleeves. His skin was totally smooth and tanned a deep honey color all over, which was even more attractive in contrast to the white sleeves. Light brown slacks with pencil creases were held in place by a brown belt. A light bulge in the loose material indicated how well he was endowed.
Bruno smiled at his reflection. “Ja, ja, Herr Hoffmann, you have worked well today. You deserve a pleasant time tonight.” Bruno thought of all the American, British, Turkish and Italian students and travellers who would be only too happy to suck him off, or even try to allow themselves to be fucked by his monster member. He sighed remembering that in a few weeks he would be back in the Black Forest, where he would be able to roll naked in the hay again with Fritz, another smooth, blond, muscular German stud, a farmhand and the love of Bruno’s life. He yearned to be with Fritz again, but in the meantime it was his patriotic duty to show all those dusky dirty and disorganised foreigners the bliss they would only experience from disciplined sex with a masterful German stud.
Bruno turned to change for the evening…