James figured he should rejoin his family for dinner, so he made a made a mental note to do some exploring with his new form later. Before he left, he looked in the mirror and noticed himself again. He wished he was a bit younger, so he thought of a way to fix that. “Well I’m certainly not in my early 20s.”
When he said that he suddenly transformed into a younger version of himself. He noticed his breasts were perkier, but more importantly he felt youthful again.
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Once James rejoined his family his mom tried to make some conversation. “How’s school been honey? I bet you do all that twerking for the boys there.” She teased.
“No, I don’t.” He said grossed out, forgetting about the pen’s affect. Suddenly, he felt a strong desire to do just that. And he felt like he knew how even though he’d never done it before.
“Sometimes I wonder if you really like girls or you actually like boys. Especially since you act like a stripper for the latter.” His mom continued.
“I don’t act like a stripper at all. I like girls.” He repeated, but after saying that it wasn’t true. Gone were the feelings and attraction he had toward girls, only to be replaced by thoughts of boys.
Suddenly James felt like he couldn’t control himself and he got up and started twerking in the direction of his dad, since the pen made him dance for boys even his dad was included. And it felt natural now, since he had all the knowledge and skills necessary to be a stripper.
“Okay, I think that’s enough James.” His dad said, and his family laughed it off before James took a seat.
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