Rafael looked down and saw his bare feet disappear inside a worn pair of black and neon yellow Osiris skate shoes identical to the ones on James' smaller feet. His legs were rapidly changing as well, becoming shorter and thinner, less muscular, and the darker bronzed Latino flesh replaced by a deeply tanned paler flesh with a sparse shiny coating of lighter hairs.
And as Rafael felt and saw his waist grow noticeably slimmer, he watched his basketball shorts became a low slung pair of baggy JNCO's.
The JNCO shorts were also an exact duplicate of James', sagging so low on his now slender and bony waist he could see inside them.
"Please stop this, Dude!" Rafael pleaded, cringing as a dense growth of dark blond pubic hairs sprouted from his once smooth shaved crotch. He reached down as if to somehow stop this, and instantly felt the much larger and harder uncut endowment down there. "Oh no! NO!"
"What's wrong, Dude?" James asked, smiling as the 20-year-old Latino's changes progressed toward the permanent results he reprogrammed into his palmtop. "It's big enough!"
Rafael groaned. "It-it's got ... it's got foreskin on it!"
James sat down on a stone wall. "No duh! Just like mine, Dude!"
Rafael lifted his head and shivered as his new uncut cock stiffened in response to the sight of the sexy young blond skater. He now felt an extreme attraction and severe lust for the boy, and something else he couldn't yet explain.
Rafael didn't know if it was the boy's sparkling blue eyes, the long silky white-blond wave of hair hanging across half of his face all the way past that narrow cleft chin, the shoulder-length white-blond hair dancing in the breeze against that angelic youthful face, the muscular skater boy's body, or maybe even the strong cinnamon-like sweet odors pouring off the sweaty and glistening flesh that he was now completely and utterly in lust with on the stunning blond skater.
But whichever it was, Rafael now desired everything about the sexy young skater boy as though his life depended on it.
Rafael peeled the skintight damp white tank top that he was now wearing upwards off his lower abdomen, and nearly spurted a load of cum inside the JNCO's baggy crotch. The potent sweet musky scents drifting up from the new blond pubes and hairy groin smelled even more intoxicating than those sweet odors on his slick perspiring flesh.
A shimmering two-inch wide light blond pleasure trail climbed upward from the darker hairs beneath the JNCO's waistband, reaching up to the visible bumps and crevices that'd formed a solid six-pack of muscle on his skinny muscular abdomen.
Rafael shivered with arousal as he realized his entire body was rapidly becoming the identical twin of the young skater boy's.
As if to confirm what he felt happening, Rafael's scalp tingled, and he gasped in excited thrill as multiple strands of long silky white-blond hair draped downward across the right side of his face toward his chin.
Within seconds, a silky blanket of softness coated Rafael's entire head and created the same EMO style skater haircut as James' sexy hairstyle.
"I'm just like you, Dude!" Rafael said, and reached down to free the large sheathed boner. He slid the wet foreskin over the huge mushroom head of his enlarged cock, and squirted several giant ropes of cum from the large vent onto the beach sand. "Whoa! It's so big, Dude."
"That's because you're my identical twin now, Rafe," James said, rising from the stone wall. "And a few more spurts like that will empty your balls and fill 'em with Irish cream. The only thing I didn't totally change were memories, Rafe. I want you to always remember you were a 20-year-old straight Latino who got turned into a younger skater boy's gay twin and horny bottom loving sex slave."
Rafe shuddered. That was it! That's what the strange feeling was. I'm James' sex slave! Rafe shivered with delight. His thoughts were strictly gay now, like James', and he loved it!
"But if I'm your twin brother, James," Rafe paused, trying to figure out what his brain was thinking, "then why do I smell you, I mean me? Every breath I take it's as if I smell ... and taste you. It's like I gotta smell and taste you, your spit anyway."
"Don't know, Rafe," James lied, and then compounded it with another lie. "It doesn't matter, bro. Maybe you'll get used to it."
The Maker worked exactly like he'd programmed it. It'd turned the Latino guy into an identical physical twin, adjusted his thinking and memories just enough so he would know what had happened, but it hadn't affected his sense of smell or taste.
Each breath and swallow would now remind Rafael, now Rafe, what he had permanently become.
"But it--"
"We should go, Rafe," James interrupted. "And put that away! You're gonna get us both busted by the po-po on another lewd and indecent."
And without hesitation, Rafe tucked his leaking monster uncut boner inside his JNCO's and grabbed the board at his feet.
He knew exactly where James and he were now headed...
(Note: Newbie here, and this is my first story submitted. Please be honest if you read/rate this. Lemme know if you want more. I can handle it!)