I'm not a cruel man. I just feel that society has rules that need to be followed.
I was feeling a bit lonely, so I headed down town to the bijou, they show classic movies on Sunday nights. I rounded the corner to find three young men mugging an older man. I guess I should tell you I have a unique set of talents. I walked closer, I could see that the young men were wanna be thugs, with their sagging jeans, tattoos, shaved heads, and wife beater t shirts. My eyes flashed an emerald green. "Do we have a problem boys" I asked. "F off old man" the one with blue eyes retorted. "Walt, we'll take care of him too " the one with the lip ring and nose ring says.. The third just smiles holding a tire iron trying to look menacing.
I walk up to them. I put my hand upto my lips, it looks as if I am blowing a kiss. "What the hell you doing' Walt yells. The three thugs find themselves stuck in place. " run" I say to the older man.
I come closer. "You boys need to learn respect"
"You're going to regret messing with us Mister" the one with the piercings says
"I have never regretted any thing I've done". I say caressing his face. His piercings fall out , the wholes growing shut. I run my hand across his shaved head, his hair grows back as neatly quoffed pompadour. I rubb his arms and chest, his tattoos fade and disappear. A mat of jet black hair grows on his chest. His pectoral muscles get thicker his abs more defined. I grab his shirt, it slowly transforms from a wife beater to a blue gingham button down, unbuttoned just enough to show is chest hair. I smoothe out the wrinkles on the shirt as I do a navy blue sweater vest appears over the shirt. I pull his pants up, transforming them to nicley pressed chino's.
" what the hell did you do to moose, I mean j dawg" Walt yells as his memories of his friend change.
"Are you jealous" I say trying to pull Walt's shirt down where it belongs. I quickly realize the young man is not wearing underwear. I continue to adjust the boys clothes. I tug his shirt down to cover his abdominal muscles, it changes to a yellow cardigan over a white button down a light dusting of blonde hair can be seen on his chest. I am tempted for a moment pulling down his pants, this action my lust cause him to grow a thick blonde bush. I stop my self from taking pleasure in the delights of his body. I return his pants to their proper position, as they become a pair of khakis. I Pat him on the head his hair grows in as a slicked back blonde high and tight.
"Gosh you look swell Wally" moose says with a smlie
"Your looking boss yourself daddy-o" Wally replies
I smile. The third takes a swing at me with tire iron as I approach him. I give him stern fatherly gaze, he immediately drops his weapon. "Don't be afraid son" I say wiping a tear of fear away. Touching his face causes freckles to appear. I laugh as red curls grow atop his head. I completely remove this boys shirt, shaking it out. As I work with his clothes, his muscles thicken and thick auburn curls grow on his chest. I redress him his shirt now a red and white pinstripe button down and a red letterman's jacket. I am tired of being nice as I adjust this ones pants. I grab his crotch he moans his average cock growing to 10 inches while still soft.
I look at my 3 1950's wet dreams touching themselves. I am pleased with my handy work.
Gee Mister were sorry how we acted" Wally says
I begin to leave. The boys following me closely. They won't hurt me. They can't they are my god little boys.