"Hey, dude, you seen my shorts?" says Allan, one of my housemates
barging into my room wearing only a towel.
"Dude, why would I have your shorts? Check your own room!"
"Oh, yeah, the reason I came here is that there's a guy at the front
door. He said he forgot to give you all your packages or something."
"Why didn't you say so?" I said jumping up from the computer. I was
glad I hadn't tried a transformation yet if the Magicell product was
incomplete. I really should have read the packing slip and
instructions before diving straight into the program. I shove passed
Allan leaving him in my room.
Allan shook his head. He thought I was acting strangely. He headed
over to my computer and sat down, and started reading. When I re-
entered my room, I had opened the second box and was holding the
"Transmogrifier" which broadcast the changes that the computer program
ordered.
"Hey, Allan, get your naked ass off my chair!"
He hit the execute key on my keyboard and turned in my chair. He
leaned back in the chair with his hands behind his head and his naked
cock hardening. He stared at me with anticipation. I took a step
toward him. I felt suddenly disoriented and weak all over. The box
slipped from my hands but the transmogrifier stuck to my open palm and
hummed. I opened my lips to speak but only a faint rustling came out
of my mouth. My skin was becoming semitransparent. I could see the
floor through my arm. I was hollowing out, and the room and Allan
were growing.
"Guess, I found my shorts, dude. I'll look great inside you!"
I collapse in a heap with the transmogrifier laying on top of me. It
is no longer humming and it is no longer stuck to me. Allan reaches
down and picks me up. I've been transformed into his fully conscious
and alive ....