The clerk looked between Jake and the young boy, his expression going from worried, to contemplative, to sly in rapid succession. "Very well, you get your one item. Just a moment." The clerk clapped his hands together. The sound was no louder than a normal clap but to Jake and the boy it seemed to reverberate inside their heads.
Jake was annoyed and angry. He had gotten a body he was finally going to enjoy and this little punk of a kid was using some loophole in the store's policy to make him into his, judging by the way the boy was looking at him, sex slave. And he had no doubt if there was magic in this store to change people's bodies, mind wouldn't be too far off either.
The boy on the other hand just looked cocky. He had that grin the young wear when they're sure they've just proved themselves the smartest person in the room and no one had any choice but to give them what they wanted.
Jake's vision suddenly wavered. For a moment he had seen double, and it made him woozy. The boy didn't look much better, he looked almost green. His vision flashed and twisted a few times before it finally settled on a view of a mirror, looking right at the large, muscular black body that the speedo gave him.
Jake shook his head, that wasn't a mirror, that was the body. The black man who had been Jake was staring at where Jake was now with wide-eyed shock. The man's head shot down to look at himself, his hands running over the firm muscular body and down to the thick, heavy cock. "This isn't what I meant!" The panic seemed at odds with the deep rich voice coming from the body. The two didn't seem to go together.
The clerk simply looked bored as he eyed the large black man. "You should have thought of that before you tried to cheat the rules. Next time use better wording."
Jake was too stunned to even hear half of what was going on. He was staring into a mirror, studying the face of the curly haired blond kid, the face he now possessed. He'd guess he was only eighteen or nineteen, and not bad looking either. Probably where the kid's cockiness had come from.
"No, I changed my mind, I don't want this!" The black man's voice was still panicked, though anger was starting to seep into his speech.
"Sorry, you've already claimed your free item. And there are no refunds or exchanges on promotional merchandise." The clerk placed a hand on Jake's shoulder, pulling his attention away from the mirror. "And since you never picked your item and were merely trying on the speedo. You may still choose any one item in the store." The clerk turned and walked out of the dressing rooms back into the store proper, leaving the now young blond Jake, and the stunned black man behind.