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I had the strangest dreams, people chanting in a language I didn’t know, strange colours, mild pain all over my body, a strange stretching sensation. It was all so confused and disconnected, one of the most jumbled dream experiences I’d ever had, I was glad when I felt myself rising up and up through the layers of sleep until I could see the light through my closed eyelids and I was awake. The dream began to fade and despite how much I had disliked it, I was suddenly also reluctant to wake up, I felt tired like I’d been exercising all night or something.
With my eyes still closed I momentarily tried to get back to sleep but it was no use. Through a massive rumble in my stomach I discovered that I was ravenously hungry, images of bacon, eggs, sausages, beans and toast rushed through my mind, which was odd because I was a borderline vegetarian.
I stretched out, feeling my feet slip off the bottom of my bed, not entirely unusual because I’d had the same little bed for about seven years. What was unusual was that when I reached upwards I could also touch the headboard as if my small bed had shrunk even more.
I opened my eyes, looked up, and saw a pair of muscular arms ending in large hands touching my headboard. I gasped in terror and threw myself sideways out of bed, landing on my ass, but the arms followed. I scrabbled backwards to the corner of my room and was horrified when, instead of my petite form, a powerfully-built man’s body was uncovered as I came out from under the sheets.
Somehow I refrained from screaming, sitting against the two walls and hyperventilating until I managed to calm myself. Looking downwards, my eyes widened when I saw what was between my legs. Instead of my landing strip of pubic hair delicately covering the gentle folds of my sex, there was a long, thick, cock just hanging there, draped over a scrotum.
Never in my life had I ever experienced anything even remotely like this. How could I? I lifted one hand, still amazed to see this strong masculine body move as if it really was my own, and pinched the opposite arm, being careful to keep both hands well away from that monster between the legs in front of me. The pain from the pinch was sudden and sharp. It was also real.
I stood up timidly, watching horrified as the dick swung with the change of angles, and walked in front of the full length mirror on my wardrobe. My jaw dropped and I saw the image in the mirror do the same. It wasn’t me, but somehow it was. The man in the mirror was tall and tanned, with well-defined muscles. Short dark hair sat on top of a head with rugged, handsome features and piercing blue eyes.
I wasn’t into guys, but even I could tell that this one should be on the covers of magazines. In fact, the stranger in the mirror looked exactly like how Tracey had once described her dream guy to me. At that thought a wave of realisation washed over me and I remembered the wishing well from the Pasternak Fair.
“Holy shit.”
I clamped my jaws shut with a snap of teeth, startled by the deep voice that I heard. More than heard, actually, I could feel it vibrating in my throat. I backed away from the mirror and sat back down on my bed again, hearing it creak a hell of a lot more than usual under the increased weight. I put my elbows on my knees and rested my head in my hands, trying to make sense of the situation.
I was in utter shock, scared out of my wits, thinking about what to do, until I concentrated on the wish I had made the previous night. I had thought I was wishing for Tracey to change, but I’d ended up changing myself. Either way, I had specifically said ‘one week’ so this was hopefully a temporary thing. Hopefully.
It was a tenuous straw to grasp at, but I had to do it to keep my sanity. Once I’d convinced myself of the relatively short-term change I began to calm down, my hands stopped shaking and I was able to think about how to make the best of the situation. I’d made the wish so I’d have a chance with Tracey and I knew she was going clubbing that night, it would be the perfect opportunity to meet up with her and still have it seem serendipitous.
I thought about the sexy clothes she usually wore to go out clubbing and the sultry skill she had with dancing. It was exciting to think that I might finally get to explore her firm young body, far more than the hand I had placed on her upper thigh. Her leg had been so smooth, so warm, so…
My train of thought was cut off when I spotted movement between my legs, the… my dick had twitched and seemed to be growing. It was the strangest sensation, first it became slightly longer and soon it was pointing outwards, like it was struggling to stand up straight but was dragged down by its own weight. The more I thought about Tracey the harder it got, until it looked totally engorged and stood up straight and proud.
I felt like I should enter it in a competition or something, it was absolutely perfect. Hard, straight and if I thought it was big before… my God, it was a prize winner now. I tentatively reached out with one hand and wrapped my fingers around it. Amazing! I thought about how instead of entering it in a competition, I would enter it in Tracey’s tight teen pussy and a shimmering droplet of what I suppose was ‘pre-cum’ appeared at the tip.
I spread it around, feeling my finger slide all over the head of the glorious cock. That night I would be going clubbing… until then I could tell I was going to have an interesting day at the very least.
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I sure as hell wasn’t wrong about my day. Thank goodness my parents weren’t at home that weekend. I’m sure they would have been somewhat shocked to see a muscle-bound hunk stride out of my bedroom, naked, with a slowly-deflating and freshly-masturbated erection. Seeing as I’d never brought any boyfriends home to meet them before, it would have been pretty unforeseeable.
I raided my Dad’s closet and left the house looking like an old man time traveller from the nineteen seventies. The day passed in a blur of testing my strength by lifting random things, getting some new clothes ready for clubbing, hiring a rental car, just walking around and marvelling at my new height. I’m sure some of the time I must have looked like quite the simpleton.
It was an entirely different experience. I didn’t realise how powerless I’d felt before, how vulnerable. Every girl and woman I passed in the street took a second look, from classmates to classmates’ mothers. That was a strange power. Despite walking around by myself I didn’t feel intimidated by groups of guys or girls. That was a strange sense of invulnerability. I felt on top of the world.
The emotions and urges coursing through my body were utterly alien too. Naturally, although Tracey was my number one fantasy, I’d been attracted to many girls in my life. Walking in a man’s body was a totally different kettle of fish though. I felt almost ruled by the animal I had caged in my pants. Every attractive female felt almost like a magnet, pulling me towards them with an unseen force. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on the prize of Tracey while vivid fantasies of the women all around me played out in my mind. I wanted to impale them with my hard cock, cum in them, on them, hear them scream my name when I filled them up.
Is this what it was like in the minds of all guys? I had no way of knowing, but felt a mild sympathy for all the fights that seemed to happen over women, from bar room brawls to wars like the one supposedly fought over Helen of Troy. I felt like I was privy to some secret information never intended for me.
After the initial novelty wore off, the day did drag a bit. I couldn’t wait to find Tracey and do my level best to seduce her without having to be self-conscious. Firstly I wouldn’t have to come out of the closet when I did it, and secondly I was literally a person who didn’t exist. If she shot me down I wouldn’t have to live with the shame for more than a week. It was so liberating.
The sun set and I grabbed some food in a bar. The waitress flirted with me and as the hours progressed I found myself getting hornier until I was sporting a near constant erection. When it first swelled up it was caught in an uncomfortable position in my underwear and I was faced with the dilemma of letting it tent out my pants or adjusting it right there where somebody might see.
It was actually painful so I went with the adjustment option and bre
athed a sigh of relief, hoping nobody had seen. Either I had gotten away with it or people were too polite to call out the pervert groping himself in public I surmised, when nobody fainted or yelled with indignation.
At long last the hour we had arranged to meet at the club arrived and I texted Tracey telling her that I wouldn’t be coming out that night, but to have a good time and I’d talk to her the next day. She replied saying OK but it wouldn’t be the same without me. Little did she know.
After that I had to play the waiting game again to make sure Tracey and our friends were done with their warm-up drinks and making their way to the dance floor before I paid my bill at the bar and left to go to the club.
I paid the entrance fee and made my way inside the well-accustomed surroundings, enjoying how the bass of the music thumped through my body. I surveyed the dance floor and although I spotted many familiar faces I didn’t spot Tracey or our friends there. I looked towards the booths were we usually sat and yelled over the music for a while and saw the unmistakable flash of Tracey’s blonde hair before recognising everybody.
It appeared I had succumbed to my impatience and arrived too early, but the bulge at the front of my pants wouldn’t have let me wait any longer even if I had tried to muster up the willpower. Thinking quickly, I decided to head to the bar to get a drink, but go ‘the long way’ to make sure I walked, seemingly nonchalantly, past Tracey’s table and see if I could catch her eye.
I arrived at the bar and glanced back while I waited to be served, Tracey was looking right at me and whispering something conspiratorially to our friend Heather. I looked away before a goofy smile ruined the illusion of the self-confident man I was trying to project. I was about to order a Strawberry Daiquiri but caught myself in time and went with a beer instead.
With drink in hand, I pulled up a bar stool and turned to partially face the dance floor, putting serious thought into something I should have done much earlier. How was I going to approach Tracey? A lifetime of hiding my sexuality had left me with no ‘moves’ no pick-up lines, just years of pent-up frustration that was currently manifesting itself in the form of a rock hard cock still bulging the front of my pants.
I did have a few things going for me though. I knew I was exactly Tracey’s type, physically anyway. I also thought the fact that we had been best friends for so long showed a certain attraction on the personality side of things too. I hoped those facts would be enough.
Before I’d even begun to formulate a plan, however, I saw Tracey and a couple of the other girls stand up and strut out to the centre of the dance floor when a good song came on. I was spellbound by Tracey’s dancing, her body was positively radiating subtle sexy promises with every movement.
Her legs drew my eyes upwards to the hem of her skirt, not as short as the previous night but right up there. Above that tantalising curtain wiggled her ass, and then a band of firm skin between the top of that piece of clothing and the cropped pink top she was wearing. I hadn’t seen that particular top on her before, it seemed to have a funny texture almost like towel material, but it hugged in all the right places and showed what a shapely young woman she was.
Then, before my eyes, Tracey casually broke away from the others and meandered in my general direction. She never looked directly at me, and she never stopped dancing within the general crowd of bodies on the floor, but it wasn’t long before she was about as close to me as she could get without looking like she was by herself. If I didn’t know her and who her friends were, I never would have suspected anything at all. The fact of the matter was that Tracey was trying to get my attention.
I downed my drink, stood and walked to the dance floor, gently wading into the crowd. I let the music and the natural push and shove of the crowd, with a little guidance from myself, steer me close behind the swaying form of Tracey. She spun on the spot to face me in the midst of her dancing, gave me a cursory scan up and down, and then turned back the other way.
I stepped closer, as if the general ebb and flow of the crowd had pushed me towards her until we were almost touching. Her hair was swishing around with her dancing and I could smell the familiar mixture of the shampoo she used and her perfume. I ached for her, and when her ass bumped against my thigh it was like an electric spark of arousal, fuelling the lust of both my female mind and masculine body.
I reached down and, pausing for only a moment to savour what I was about to do, placed my hands on her hips. Tracey barely reacted, but she didn’t push my hands away and her ass gently pressed against my thigh again as we danced. I felt like the supreme overlord of the cosmos just holding the girl of my dreams in a public place without fear, it was magical.
I let my hands roam to the front of her body, sliding them across that narrow band of exposed navel between her top and skirt. I slipped a finger under the pink material of her top and traced it around her belly button. I was in heaven, I’d wanted to feel her body at my leisure for so long rather than through fleeting incidental or ‘accidental’ contact.
Tracey moved to a more central position in front of me and I felt a flutter of panic when the huge bulge of erect cock inside my pants made contact with her back. Tracey seemed to be caught off guard as well and jerked her body away from mine, faltering in the rhythm of her dance at the same time. However, she quickly regained control of herself and was soon dancing as if nothing had happened. I gulped and, with my hands still on her navel, pulled her back until my cock was pressing against her again, much harder this time.
Apparently Tracey had quickly become accustomed to the idea of a hard dick rubbing against her and teased it mercilessly with her sexy body as she moved to the music. When she bent her knees, causing my hands to slide up the front of her body until they were almost cupping her perky breasts, I think I almost did what guys call ‘cumming in their pants’.
As quickly as she dipped down, she was back up again and my hands were once more at waist level. The music began to fade out as the song ended and Tracy turned to face me. I looked down into her familiar features, her beautiful eyes, taller than her for the first time since we were ten years old. She reached up and laced her fingers together behind my neck, giving me a coy smile.
“You’ve got some… interesting moves,” she said.
“Oh yeah, I’m a unique snowflake on the dance floor.”
“I’ve never seen you here before.”
“Just passing through on my way back to college.”
“Which one?”
“Cornell.”
“Oh my God! I’m going there!”
“Really?” I feigned surprise.
“Yeah, wow. Small world.”
“Sure is.”
I moved my hands down to her ass, cupping her shapely rear for the first time. It was even better than I had imagined. Tracey raised an eyebrow and then gave me a fake looking frown before reaching back and pulling my hands to her lower back again.
“That’s not very gentlemanly,” she said as she re-laced her fingers behind my neck.
“Maybe I’m not feeling very gentleman-like right now,” I said, moving my hands back to her ass and pulling her in close so that my cock pressed into her stomach.
Tracey made a move as if to pull my hands away again, but then seemed to think better of it, instead glancing down to look at where my hard member was pressing into her. I wasn’t sure if she could see anything with her breasts in the way though.
Her blue eyes raised again and I stared into them, lost in their depths as I so often had been before. This time was different, though. In the clear deep blue I could see, for the first time, barely restrained lust. In front of me was a teen girl who desperately wanted to get fucked, but didn’t want to look easy.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Tracey. You?”
“Sam.”
“That’s one of my favourite names,” she said.
I smiled, genuinely touched. I needed her more than ever and decided to lay my cards out on the table.
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nbsp; “I want you, Tracey.”
“I… um… but I’m here with my friends and…”
“I want you, right now, they’ll understand.”
“But…”
I looked around to make sure nobody was paying close attention to us and then reached behind my neck and pulled one of her hands away. Slowly, inexorably, I brought her hand between our bodies, towards my cock. When she realised what I was doing she tried to pull her hand away, but I was far too strong for her and soon her palm was resting on the concealed shaft of my ever-present erection and her lips parted as she quietly gasped and closed her eyes. I bent down to whisper in her ear.
“If you want to get fucked harder than you’ve ever been fucked in your life, come out to my car right now.”
Tracey whimpered, if I wasn’t so close I never would have heard it over the music. I stood up straight again and saw her open her eyes. My eyebrows raised in a questioning expression and Tracey bit her lower lip before nodding. My hand was still on hers, which was still on my bulge, I gave it a squeeze, making her briefly grasp my shaft before stepping back and pulling her towards the exit.
Tracey glanced over her shoulder towards our friends, I was sure they were watching, maybe jealous. They were the last thing on my mind though, I was leaving the club with Tracey. For sex. I was going to have sex with my best friend and the object of my desires. I hoped my almost overwhelming eagerness wasn’t ruining my calm and confident demeanour. The glamorous blonde teen scampering after me with the small steps enforced by her short skirt didn’t seem to think anything was amiss at least.
We returned to my rental and I pushed Tracey gently against the door while fumbling in my pocket for the keys. I pressed my body against hers, pinning her against the vehicle, pressing my cock into her belly, and bent down slowly. My heart was beating so fast at the thought that I was about to kiss the girl I’d yearned after for so many years. Tracey tilted her head up towards mine, seeming as eager as I was. I almost closed my eyes, but not quite, wanting to see her when we kissed, maybe to confirm to myself that it was really her. When our lips touched I almost wanted to cry, all my frustration and heartache seemed to melt away. I felt free for the first time that I could remember.
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