After flexing for a while, Nate got a little cold. Going upstairs to his dad’s room, he went over to the clothes and looked around for some
clothes to wear. Most didn’t fit, but he was able to find a T-shirt and a single pair of jeans. Nate figured that the jeans were the ones that his
dad used when wearing this body and the shirt looked like it was painted onto his body. Grabbing some boxer briefs from his dad’s dresser,
Nate started getting dressed. His dad’s filp-flops were the only footwear that would fit his giant feet.
Slipping into the briefs, Nate loved how his cock made a huge bulge. Just looking at it was making him hard. Pulling the jeans on over his legs,
he enjoyed the way that his butt suck out, and with the shirt being so tight on his upper body, Nate could only think of finding a way to match
his head to his body.
Going back down to the room, Nate looked around trying to find something to change his head. Noticing a drawer to one side that he had
never opened before, he opened it and looked inside and found what appeared to be masks that covered a person’s entire head.
Pulling out a few, Nate looked at each one, comparing the characteristics. One had blond hair, a weak chin, and a large nose. Another had black
had that felt greasy, and had a pencil thin mustache. Another had no hair and had a goatee that was grey. It went on like that for about an hour
until Nate got to the bottom of the drawer.
At the bottom of the drawer, Nate found two masks. One had dark brown hair that lightened at the ends, short in the back and on the sides,
with a strong chin that showed the beginnings of stubble, high cheek bones, an average nose, and a full mouth. The other was similar save that
it had blond hair, without any sign of stubble, and an aquiline nose. Since Nate didn’t like the look of the nose on the second mask and he liked
the idea of having to shave, he decided to go with the first.
Lifting the mask over his head, Nate took one last look at the face he had had for his whole life and pulled the mask down over his face. It took
him a few moments to move the mask around until he was looking out through the eyes. He could not believe how it felt. He felt his new larger
teeth, and the way that his new nose moved when he wanted to move his nose. Lifting his hands to the new face, he felt them touch the face
like it was his own and he could feel the stubble that was now his.
Opening his mouth, Nate said, “Wow!” Startled, “Is that my voice?” he asked in wonder hearing a deep baritone coming out. Looking in the
mirror, Nate no longer saw a ten year old boy. Instead, looking back was a man in his mid twenties with a body to die for and looks that could
kill. That he was hung like a horse was just icing on the cake.
At the bottom of the drawer, Nate found a small box about the size of a credit card. Opening the box, he found drivers licenses and other
forms of identification for the different faces. Finding the identification that went with the face he now wore, Nate learned that he was now
Richard Ferguson. He liked the name, and thought that he could call himself Rick.