We made our phone calls to invite our intended guests. When I spoke to my brother Scott, he sounded a bit
bemused by the coming changes. He did not express disdain for it, but he was not enthusiastic either. He
summed it up by saying, "Well, I wasn't getting any action like this, so maybe my changes will improve." But
in the end he agreed to come over.
My sister Pam, however, was the quite the opposite. She sounded absolutely thrilled about what was going to
happen. She seemed quite thrilled at the prospect of never getting older. She also possessed a rather sharp
dislike for men, so much so that I assumed she was a lesbian. She figured to be quite happy in a world void
of males.
Rachel invited a friend of her who was named Joyce. Rachel explained to me that she and Joyce used to model
in some of the same places. However, Joyce did not model anymore. Rachel said it was either because she got
tired of it or, more likely in Rachel's opinion, people just stopped using Joyce as a model. Rachel told me
that Joyce was in her mid-30's and that could be a difficult age for models. Rachel speculated that Joyce
would be someone who would regress in age due to our wishes.
We told our expected guests that we planned to make a night of it, so we encouraged them all to bring food
with them. We found that this was a good idea. As we watched the news, we found some other interesting
results of our wishes. It seemed that every business, restaurant and the like had decided to close and send
home their employees until the changes finished. The idea was to give everyone a chance to acclimate to the
changes and then return to work anew. It made sense to us, so we were glad things like this could happen
without us wishing it so.
It was now about 2:00 in the afternoon, about three hours since we made all of the wishes. We started to look
for signs of the changes taking hold. While I continued to watch the news I began to rub my chin. “I think
I’ve found something,” I said to Rachel.
“What is it?” she asked. She noticed my actions and so walked over to me so she could also feel my face.
“Oh, it’s so smooth,” she said.
“Exactly,” I said. “I haven’t shaved in two days.”
“I’d say that’s a start,” she said. She continued to run her fingers over my face. Then she rubbed my arms.
I wore two short sleeve shirts, so my arms were bare. “It’s happening here, too. I don’t feel any hair at
all. Now I’m getting jealous,” she added.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because,” she explained. “I’m starting to think your skin is smoother than mine. That’s not fair!”
I ran my hands over her face and arms, and then back on my own. “Nah, yours is still better,” I assured.
“We’ll see how it ends,” she said. “I think your hair is starting to change.”
“Is it getting longer?” I asked.
“I can’t tell,” she said. “But it looks like it’s getting…fuller. Thicker,” she explained. “It’s harder for
me to run my hands through it.”
Rachel suddenly backed away from me and sat on the other end of the couch. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Something’s bothering me,” she said. “Something doesn’t feel right.”
“What doesn’t feel right?” I asked with concern.
She bent over and untied the laces on her sneakers. She pulled them off her feet as fast as she could. She
sat there for a few seconds and then said, “Oh, that’s better.”
“Huh,” I said. “I guess I didn’t think that wish would produce such a reaction.”
“That was part of the no clothing wish, you think?” she asked.
“What else could it have been?” I asked. “Do you feel like putting them on again?”
She looked at her discarded sneakers. “No,” she said. “But I know we made that wish, so I wouldn’t anyway.
We’ll have to test that question on someone else.”
“Good point,” I said. Just at that moment I felt extremely uncomfortable. I felt what I could only describe
as an itching sensation. It took me a few seconds to figure out from where this feeling came. I took of my
own shoes, but that didn’t help. I unbuttoned and removed my jeans as I determined that the feeling came
from my lower body. The feeling did not cease with my jeans off. So I removed my boxers as quickly as I
could. Once they were gone the feeling dissipated.
My feeling of relief was interrupted by the sound of Rachel laughing. “Looks like someone’s happy to see me,”
she said.
“What?” I asked dumbfounded. It hit me that I was naked from the waist down. “Oh, yea,” I said. I reached
for my jeans with the intent of putting them on again. I took another glance at my penis. I asked, “Does it
look smaller to you?”
Rachel tilted her head. “I can’t tell,” she said. “I mean, the only time I saw it…it was pretty hard. Ooh,
I have an idea.” She walked over to me and took a hold of my penis. She ran her hand up and down over it and
proceeded to give me a hand job. It very quickly became erect again. “Are you going to come?” she asked.
“Uh…not yet,” I said.
She continued to work over my penis. “How about now?” she asked.
“N-no,” I said. After a few more seconds I said, “I’m…almost…there.”
“OK, good,” she said. Just as suddenly as she began to jerk me off, she stopped. “Now…is that as big as it
usually gets?” she asked.
I gave her a somewhat annoyed look. But I obliged to answer her question. I looked at my member and thought
it looked smaller than normal. “Yea, I think it’s a little smaller,” I admitted.
“Well, there’s your answer then,” she said.
She started to walk into the kitchen. “Hey!” I protested. “You can’t leave me like this!”
“Sure I can,” she teased. “We have guests coming over, we don’t have time for that.”
“Oh, this just isn’t fair,” I whined slightly.
She walked back to me. “Fine,” she said. She bent down to her knees and enveloped my penis with her mouth.
Since my penis was still pretty erect, it only took a few seconds of her sucking at my penis before I climaxed
with a loud groan. She grabbed my legs so as though to steady myself. She did not release my penis until I
felt that I had shot my full lode. “Mmm,” she said. “I’m going to miss doing that.” I gave her another odd
look. “What can I say? I like giving blowjobs.”
“You’re kidding,” I deadpanned. “Considering you took all of that.”
“Oh, come on,” she said. “You’re going to be offended?”
“No,” I said. “You say you want to be with me, I believe you. I can’t begrudge you your past.”
Just then there was a loud knock on the door. “Get your pants on and get rid of those,” she said as she
pointed at my boxers. I put my jeans and sneakers on again, and did not get any feeling of discomfort. I
tossed my boxers into my bedroom.
I ran back into the living room and opened the door to reveal…