A few minutes earlier...
Over the other side of town, the body of David was sleeping soundly,
snoring lightly into his pillow. He rolled over, brushing the duvet
aside to reveal his blue cotton pajamas, with a large wet patch on the
bottoms around David's crotch, were he had masturbated about his
fantasies before falling asleep. In his sleep, David's face creased
into a frown and suddenly he let out a gasp and sat upright in his
bed!
Gasping for air, David ran a hand through his hair before pausing and
looking around. He furrowed his brow, looking more concerned every
second. He looked down at his hands and his eyes widened. "What the
hell?!" He looked down at his body - the cotton pajamas, the wank
stain, the lanky body. A look of horror started to cross his face and
he swung his legs out of bed to step in front of the mirror. He had to
stifle his scream by putting his fist in his mouth.
Because David wasn't really David - in fact, he was Joshua Judd, one
of the most popular boys in school, and he hated David because of his
unpopular status. The terrified and shocked expression on Josh's face
said it all, and he backed away. Tears started to form in his eyes -
and Josh never cried. This was just too strange, as if out of a
nightmare. Josh had always been scared that he'd lose his popularity,
but he'd never ever imagined it would be in such a horrifying way as
this. The tears started to fall from his eyes and he weeped silently,
but he found he was unable to take his eyes away from his
reflection.
Once he had wiped away the tears, he risked pulling up the pajama
shirt to reveal the skinny, muscle-less body he had expected. It took
him several seconds to brave looking down the trousers, and he was
horrified by what he saw - a small, three inch dick - nothing compared
to his former six and a half inch wonder that he had made so much good
use of with his best mate Jonny. The tears continued to come. Josh had
no idea something this bad could ever happen to him - maybe it was a
result of his cocky attitude? But how it happened didn't concern Josh
- how could he get back, is what he wanted to know.
After a bit of searching, he located David's mobile phone on the
bedside table. With trembling fingers he pushed in his own number and
pressed the dial key. He pressed the phone to his ear, hoping that
there would be an answer.