"Whew! I'm a man again," Connor sighed in relief.
He was sitting on the toilet where Emilio had been. He glanced over at
the mirror expecting to see his own young face, but instead swarthy
handsome Emilio's face stared back with an expression of surprise.
"Okay, I guess I'm Emilio now. I wonder where Emilio went? Did he go
back to his seat leaving me here? No, I'm still wearing the underwear,
if I changed they'd be gone. Damn, Emilio must be the underwear now!"
Emilio (connor) said.
Then he stood up and dressed. At least Connor (emilio) remained
super-absorbent underwear as the huge splooge stain had completely
vanished being absorbed by the underwear.
As the clothed Italian strode back to his seat, Emilio (connor) was
relieved that the honeymooners had remained in the bathroom. He hoped
they'd stay there for the whole flight, but he doubted it. There were
still at least 7 hours to go. Emilio (connor) figured he might as well
remain Emilio for the next day or so. As Connor in Japan, he would
not have a passport, and would probably end up arrested and deported.
As Emilio, he had a hotel room and probably dinner waiting for him. He
could probably book a return flight, and change back to Connor in the
airport restroom once he was back in the US.
Emilio put on the headphones, tilted back his seat and dozed off
listening to some gnarly tunes.
Connor (emilio) didn't know what had happened. He was afraid that he
had stroked out jacking off in the bathroom. He couldn't really move
or speak. One minute he had been orgasming, the next he seemed to be
drowning in his own cum. Then he wasn't. Then he was looking up at
himself, and then he was looking at the reflection of his red briefs
in the airplane mirror. Since then he had been plunged into utter
darkness. He was vaguely aware of some alternative or heavy metal
rock music blaring in the distance. Eventually he dozed off too.
Emilio woke suddenly at sat upright. He didn't know how long he'd
slept, but he had to pee now. He noticed that the honeymooners had
returned and were asleep together with armrest between them raised and
one blanket covering them. Emilio (connor) headed back to the airplane
bathrooms. This time no one was waiting, so he went straight in. He
closed the door, and latched it OCCUPIED. Then he dropped his
trousers, lowered the boxer briefs and grabbed his cock. He froze. He
had forgotten he wasn't Connor, now he remembered.
Emilio (connor) stared down at the curious wormy object in his hand.
His new body was uncut, and his new foreskin hung way long over his
penis head. He stuck in his index finger to fish around for his penis
head. Using his thumb and index finger, he pulled back the foreskin to
reveal his dark penis head.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed as he examined his new equipment.
Then his bladder reminded him just why he was there. He started to
squirt. His fingers got in the way cause the urine to spray all over
the place. At last he managed to gain sufficient control to aim into
the toilet. Then he spent several minutes cleaning up the mess he had
made on himself and the bathroom walls.
"I can't wait to get to the hotel to try out my new cock and foreskin.
I wonder if it really is more sensitive than my old one?" said Emilio
(connor) though he was tempted not to wait and to try it out in the
airplane head, but the knocking on the door emphasized that he should
wait as others needed the toilet.
He checked himself and the small bathroom once more, washed his hands
and then he exited and returned to his seat.