Curtis found himself getting hotter, and hotter. More and more aroused. Suddenly, he exploded in his underoos. The wetness soaked the front of his fly. He breathed hard. The orgasm had done something to him. His crotch itched, his sweaty armpits itched, his chest itched. He itched all over. As Curtis scratched his forearm, he noticed tiny hairs forcing their way up through his skin. He peeked in the armhole of his shirt, and gasped. He had armpit hair. His shirt fit him tightly, and he could see abs and pecs developing as he watched. He stood up suddenly, and banged his knee. That shouldn't have happened the drawer was closer to crotch level than knee level. Or it had been.
He dashed to close his door, so he could see the full-length mirror behind the door. He froze. He had to be at least a foot taller. And from the five o'clock shadow developing, at least 5 or 10 years older. From the look of things, he was bigger than that annoying quarterback Ryan who always hung out with his big bro. He watched as his underoos changed to suit his new maturity. An white tank top shirt and a pair of white boxer briefs. Way cool!
The phone rang. It was Amber. She said Carter was supposed to pick her up for the dance and hour ago. Curtis decided to try out his new found maturity on Amber, he explained that Carter was away but that he was Kurt, Curtis and Carter's cousin, and he would be delighted to escort the young lady to the dance. He'd be there in fifteen minutes.
Quickly, Curtis dressed in some of his brother's club wear, and grabbing Carter's wallet with the dance tickets in it, he headed down to borrow Carter's car. He didn't know where Carter was, but he sure wasn't going to let this chance get away.
Curtis was as horny as a teenager can be who is being dosed with the testosterone of two eighteen year old jocks. He made it to Amber's in 10 minutes flat.
He rang the bell, and Amber almost lost it. She'd expected a dweeby cousin to show up. Instead she found a hunk standing on her doorstep. Kurt definitely was the winner in his family's gene pool. The bulge in his trousers suggested that he had at least 3 inches on Carter. Amber recognized the shirt as one she'd bought for Carter, but on Kurt it fit ten times better. His perfect pecs and rock hard abs were evident through the semitransparent fabric.
"You didn't mention which college you go to, or have you already graduated."
"No, I haven't graduated yet. But I'd rather talk about you, Amber. That dress looks beautiful on you. What time do your parents want you home?"
"11pm," said a male voice from behind the door, "Thanks for asking. Remember she's only a high school girl."
"Of course, sir. Besides she's my br--cousin's girl. I'll be the perfect escort. Shall we go?"
He took her arm and escorted him to the car. As he started the car, he looked at Amber, and added, "Of course, in my family, it's may the best man win!" He winked at Amber, and she blushed.