Ben pressed the mouse button down over the link reading "You're a motorcycle
trooper in the state police force". He'd always had a thing about men in uniform and
the thought of seeing his character morph into one of those hot studs made his cock
swell in his silk boxers until it poked out of the fly at the front.
Reaching down between his legs, Ben began to stroke his now hard boner as he
watched the screen to see what was going to happen to his character. After a few
seconds, Ben began to feel a strange tingling sensation and an itching feeling on his
right arm. Looking down he was surprised to see that the the dark hair on his arm
seemed to be thinning and getting lighter as well. Jumping up from the chair by the
computer, Ben looked down his body and uttered a strangled cry of surprise as he
realised that all his chest and body hair was thinning and turning blond.
Running over to the mirror by his bed, Ben stood in front of it and watched as the
changes in his body hair seemed to rise up to the top of his chest and on up his neck.
In amazement, Ben watched as his normally heavy five o'clock shadow lightened until
it wasn't really noticeable and then began to grow out along his upper lip and chin
meeting at the sides of his mouth to form a dense and bush moustache and goatee.
Without warning, the changes spread to his eyebrows which faded until they were
merely blond wisps above his eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening to him
but realised that it much have something to do with that website and his choice of the
State Trooper from the random changes.
Reaching down to his cock, Ben squeezed his rigid boner hard as a new sensation
started on the top of his head. Looking up to his reflection in the mirror, Ben again
watched in amazement as his dark hair lightened to blond and the style began to
reshape from a neat short back and sides into a military looking crew cut. As the
stinging sensation heightened the hair all stood on end and set in a short flat-top of
the kind that generals in the army set their watches by.
Now, staring back at him from the mirror was a stranger. Sure it was his face and
body, but the change in hair colour and style, plus the beard, was so drastic that he
almost didn't recognise himself. As he pondered his reflection, he began to worry,
what if he couldn't change back?
Running back to the computer, Ben looked at the screen and saw that the web page
he had been looking at was refreshing itself. unable to get a response from his web
browser and not wanting to close it down, he nervously sat down at the chair
wondering what was going to happen next.
Without any warning, Ben suddenly felt a pressure around his genitals and looking
down he saw that he was no longer wearing silk boxers but was instead wearing a
very revealing black jock-strap. Running back to the mirror and afraid of what might
happen next, Ben looked at himself and tried to work out what was different. Sure he
was now blond, less hairy and wearing a black jock-strap but something else seemed
different.
As he wondered what had changed, Ben became aware of a stiffness in his knees and
suddenly found that he was unable to move his legs at all. The feeling of paralysis
quickly spread to his torso and upper body and then as if invisible hands were
moving them, his arms fell to his sides and locked into place jutting out slightly from
his sides as if he were carrying heavy bags.
With a feeling of panic and terror welling up inside him, Ben attempted to call out for
help but the paralysis had spread to his neck and face and now all he could do was
watch his immobile reflection in the mirror as he stood impassively before it. Unable
to look anywhere but straight ahead, Ben began to wonder how he could have been
so stupid as to play with something like that website without knowing what was
involved.
The sensation of anxiety had killed of his erection in a matter of seconds and he now
stood looking at the reflection of a handsome looking man in a sexy black jock-strap
which in any other circumstances would have had his heart going and his cock
begging for attention. This however was not a good situation and he tried to
reassure himself by telling himself that this wasn't the kind of eventuality that you
could either prepare for or avoid.
His mind going off on wild tangents and 'what if's', he was suddenly snapped out of
his day dream by the appearance of a pair of heavy duty Dehner motorcycle boots of
the kind worn by motorcycle cops. Ben knew what was coming next and began to get
hard again in spite of himself. Without warning, a pair of tight dark brown breeches
with a tan stripe on each leg appeared on his legs quickly followed by a tight white t-
shirt and then a dark brown uniform shirt with tan pocket flaps on the chest and tan
epaulettes on the shoulders which was buttoned to the neck. Ben's cock strained at
the tight clinging fabric of the breeches and he began to enjoy the sensation of the
cloth as it hugged his thighs and butt.
As he continued to watch, with a growing sense of sexual euphoria, a dark brown clip
on tie appeared at his neck and then, in quick succession, a sheriffs badge on his
chest and a belt with handcuffs and a gun at his waist. Staring back at him was an
altered version of himself - blond hair, flat-top and dressed in a state trooper's
uniform.
He tried again to move but was unable to and wondered what was next. Looking at
himself in the mirror he noticed suddenly that he was starting to grow, not in height
but in muscle. His arms and shoulders broadened and his chest strained out against
the taut fabric of his shirt. He also noticed that he seemed to be shrinking slightly in
height and with a start, realised that he was getting younger. With a growing sense
of horror, Ben wondered where the adventure was going to end...
After what seemed like an age but was in reality only a matter of seconds, Ben finally
stopped changing and looking at himself, estimated that he must be about ten years
younger, about 24 or 25. Suddenly finding himself able to move he stepped forward
towards the mirror and without any warning passed out on the floor.
Ben came to, blinking and sitting up from his place on the floor. Looking around him
he saw his flat, but it was not his flat - was it? He saw possessions of his that he had
had when he was younger and although the surroundings seemed familiar he knew
something wasn't right. Suddenly, remembering the computer, the website and the
changes, he sprung to his feet and turned around to find the mirror. It had moved
along the wall but what was most surprising when he stood in front of it was the
figure in the reflection, a well built, muscular young man in a state trooper's uniform.
Rubbing his forehead, disorientedly, Ben's head began to clear and he realised that
this was the way things were meant to be. He knew that he was now the newest
rookie cop on the motorcycle squad and he also knew that he used to be 34, recently
separated and work in an office. Turning around to the bed, he picked up his
motorcycle helmet and jacket and headed for the door, enjoying the sensation of his
breeches against his legs. His shift started in 30 minutes and he knew he couldn't be
late or Sarge would kick his butt. Besides, there was also Rick, his 35 year old bear of
a partner who was going to take him to a quiet place today and initiate him the good
old fashioned way with a fuck in the mountains.