Jake grabs you by the shoulders and looks at you in the eyes.
"I'm going to go get dinner, and tell mom we'll have dinner in here. Whatever you do, don't leave this room until we figure things out."
You nod as Jake runs out.... Leaving you alone, on the floor, knelling next to the shards of the blowpipe.
After a minute of just sitting there, you stand, and gather up the shards. You place them on his desk next to Frankies laptop computer.
Your mind is still trying to make sense of what's going on, when you catch Frankies reflection from the corner of your eye.
That's Frankie, you think.... But is that's also me now. Am I going to be him for the rest of my... His life?
Where's Frankie? Is he here? Can he see what's going on? Can he feel what I feel? .... That last though causes a twitch in your pants.
You realize you might be here a while... You walk over to a full length mirror on his closet door.
Standing in front of the mirror, you look intently at your new face, and call out "Frankie.... Are you in there"?
After a minute... There was no reply.
You take hold of your shirt and start to lift it off. "Frankie, if you're there... I'm taking your shirt off. You better say something."
You take off his shirt to reveal his fit and trim body. He's got almost no babyfat left, and an outie pokes from the start of some great abs and pecks
You drop the shirt on the ground, and start to caress his nipples and waist. You feel the front of his pants push against his fella, as it strains against the fabric.
You move one hand down and start to caress the bulge. "Frankie, i'm doing naughty things with your body... You better stop me".
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