You feel your mobile vibrate in your pocket and take it out. You
recognize the number - it's your old phone! Jonny looks over your
shoulder, interested. "Who's that?" he asks. You shrug, and turn to
look at him. "I'll answer it though. Meet you back out in the club?"
you ask. He grins, mock salutes and leaves.
As soon as the door's shut, you answer the phone. The first thing you
hear is the sound of sobbing. You have to suppress a laugh as your
former voice calls out from the other end of the call, "What the fuck
did you do?!", in a high pitched squeal.
"David Cook, eh? How you enjoying your new body?" you gloat, smirking
mischievously. "Give it back, you motherfucker!" cries the former-
Josh. Whilst listening to his pathetic plea, you start to chec
yourself out in the mirror. Pulling several different poses. Each one
makes you look more and more attractive.
"You must be high if you think I'm giving you this back. I'm
gonna have a lot of fun with Jonny tonight... and maybe I won't even
stop there!" you tease, pulling the front of your trousers and Calvin
Klein boxers to look at your new eight inch cock, with a smirk.
"And don't try and tell anyone. Because anyway, who would believe a
little gayboy like you?" Josh just sobs on the other end of the phone,
and you hang up, feeling better than you've ever felt in your life.
And what to do now?