The bell rang. Government was over--and none too soon. As they were heading down the hallway toward their next classes, ultra-manly Ty nudged the waifish Dustin and gestured toward the boy's bathroom. Dustin shrugged and followed Ty into the large, tile-walled restroom. There were a row of half a dozen stalls along one wall and a row of urinals and sinks along the other. No one else was there.
Ty was instantly drawn to his own reflection in the mirror. He looked at his masculine features, his veined and twitching massive muscles, his honeyed tanned skin, his dusty brown hair that framed the striking shape of his face. He looked really hot. His lowered inhibitions allowed Ty's brain to develop a new fantasy, and with his uninhibited confidence, he knew he had to give it a try.
As Dustin leaned over the sink to wash his hands, Ty slid over to him and pushed Dustin away, toward the wall. "C'mon, Ty, what gives?" Dustin groused as Ty pushed his back to the wall. Ty placed one hand over each of Dustin's shoulders, gently but firmly pinning Dustin to the slick tile surface. He looked Dustin over--nothing spectacularly interesting, a thin, regular teen boy body. Dustin's face was cute, but he needed a haircut and Dustin's acne was clearly visible at close range. "What are you doing?" Dustin meekly inquired.
Ty's turned his head back to the mirror. For a moment he looked into his own eyes in the reflection, catching a glint of the new sparkle within. He felt a surge of lust as he reveled in his power--the power to change anything about anybody. He whipped his studly head back to Dustin and locked his gaze with Dustin's worried eyes. In complete grasp of his amazing powers, Ty whispered, "I have an idea."