It's All Genetic

My name is Sean Andrews. I am 15-year-old teenager at West Meadows High School and am pretty much your average teen. Creating carnage, having fun, living in the moment, not giving a fuck. You know, the usual stuff. When I’m not practicing songs on my guitar or reading some comic books, I’m usually hanging out with my best friend, Raquel. Well, I guess that’s not telling the complete honest-to-god truth. You see, I have a massive crush on her. And it is not just because of that gorgeous face on her cute petite frame. Or even that halfways smile she always does that makes me light up inside. Believe me, those are the cherries on top of it. But, it is because she is the most amazing girl. We just click. Anyway, she –
“Sean, get your ass out here. You better not have stolen my money!” Ah, I knew she would bitch sooner or later. “Get out here NOW, you little brat!” That’s my sister, Alicia. Sweet-looking and quite a specimen on the outside, but a heart as black as coal on the inside. ….Okay, so that might be a bit harsh. My point is she is kinda a bitch.

“Shut up, Alicia. I didn’t take your stupid money.”

“I know it was you, Sean. Cause I did not spend it.”

“Well, if you didn’t go out with some different guy every night, maybe you wouldn’t blow so much money….and guys!” I said, chuckling at my cleverness.

“MOM, Sean basically just called me a slut.” Alicia said, folding her arms and smirking devilishly.

“I did not---“ I said until my mother’s voice interrupted us.

“Sean, get your butt down here this instance, young man!” His mother yelled.

See what I mean about my sister. Somehow she always manages to get my parents to believe I did something wrong. She has this way of twisting things to make them believe I was the one who caused the problems. Well, I should say my mom is the one who always believes her. My dad can smell the bullshit sometimes, which I appreciate. I guess in a sense that I can’t blame them if all they have to go on the defiant word of my sister. Anyway, Down to face the music. As I reached the bottom of the steps, I turned in to face the back of my mother, washing the dishes.
“Mom, I promise. I didn’t do anything. Alicia accused me of stealing her money and I ----“ I said.
“Oh, Sean. I borrowed your sister’s money. She’s just being mean again. I’m going to have to have a serious word with that girl….” She trailed off, looking towards the top steps. “The reason I called you down is because your father has something very important he wanted to discuss with you.”

“Okay….?” I said. I thought that was weird. The way she said it was what made me uneasy. I could not tell if her expression was confusion, apprehension, nervousness. I’ve been told by my mom before that my dad wanted to see me, but usually I could tell by her tone that I was in trouble. But not this time. I just turned away from her and headed to the garage. I kept thinking about it as I walked towards the back door but eventually just said ‘nah’ and ignored the weird feelings I had about the encounter.
Dad’s muscular upper half had disappeared basically into the car as he was working on it. I only saw his blue jeans leaning over into the open hood. He was quite that handy individual and this was his latest project, an old Ford Thunderbird. His upper half emerged from the car and he was drenched in black oil and sweat. He used a brown ratty-looking rag and wiped the sweat from his brow and greying beard before catching a glimpse of me.

“Hey kiddo, looks like you got the message.”

“Uh..yeah dad. What did you wanna talk about?”

“I just wanted to see if things were going okay. You know at school, with friends, in life.” I thought it was a strange inquiry, to say the least. But I went with it.

“Uh, yeah. Everything is good, I guess. Why do you ask?”

His dad looked away, wiping his hands. He then looked down at them to inspect and make sure they were completely clean of oil, trying to think of what he wanted to say and how he wanted to say that. Still looking at his hands, he continued… “So nothing weird or out of the ordinary?”

“Awww, dad. Please don’t tell me this is the sex talk…” I said. He laughed in a hoarse voice.

“No, kiddo. It’s not. Speaking of which, How’s that little girlfriend of yours Raquel doing?” he said, intending to tease me.

“Dad,” I got red in the face. “She’s fine. But she’s not my girlfriend.” I said.

“Not your girlfriend….yet.” He said, staring you straight in the face, trying to make me laugh. He got to me because I began to smirk.

“Well, then what were you wanting to talk to me about?”

“Oh, nothing. You aren’t ready for it yet, it seems. You’ll find out soon enough. And you’ll know what I mean when it happens to you.” He said, which left me thoroughly confused. What did that mean that I’ll find out soon enough? I shook my head, that was certainly strange. I wondered why everyone was acting so odd. But, once again, I just do what I always do in such situations. I just shrug it off. My dad leaned over accidentally hitting his head on the hood in the process. A series of cursing followed that, which cause you to laugh a bit. I spent the rest of the day doing my usual things. I had practiced my guitar a bunch so far today, so I decided to use it to finish the rest of Uncharted (I had been close to winning that for a while).

Two weeks pass.

The last few weeks have been increasingly uneventful…that is, if you exclude the extremely strange occurrences. Since I last wrote, things have been….happening. I don’t even know if I should explain it for fear of everyone thinking I am crazy, and I really would rather not be locked in a ward for the rest of my days and labeled a psycho. I may actually be losing my mind, I don’t know. But, what had happened seemed so vivid and real. I know it had to be real. It all started five days after I last wrote, you know, the day my dad acted all weird. Now that I think about it, maybe this is what he was talking about……Nah, it can’t be.

Anyway, I did my usual routine before bed. I brushed my teeth, flexed in the mirror (I think I’m getting bigger but I’m still way too skinny), did a few push-ups, and well….let’s say I also looked at some explicit magazines. (pretty sure we all know what I am talking about though). I think those nudey mags may have influenced my thoughts and ideas because I had one wild emotional rollercoaster of a dream. Or what I hope was just a dream. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but in the dream, I well….had boobs. I know, you’re thinking ‘who’s this weird guy?’ but hey I doubt any guy would complain if he had his own pair of tits to play with. Just saying, don’t judge me. I’m getting off topic though. In this dream, I was still myself but a nice pair of jugs, and it made me horny. Having a soft pair of breasts to play with. But, as the dream went on I gained more and more female parts. The breasts were soon followed by a vagina, then legs, hair, face, arms, and butt. The more parts I got, the more aroused I got. It was heavenly. Until a voice popped in the dream. I didn’t know who it was or what they wanted. But, they kept repeating something. “You have this power.” That was it. Over and over. Then, the voice (which was increasingly sounding more like my dad’s) screamed this same phrase, which was enough to make me pop up and awake. I sat up in my bed in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. My chest felt heavy. But, I just assumed it was the breathing and the random scream at the end of my dream causing my heart to beat faster. I wiped my eyes with my hand and blinked a few times, my vision still blurry. I did not own glasses anymore, and my contacts were already in their solution. I grumbled, removing the covers and moving one leg off the bed, followed by the other. I rose like a zombie, still half-asleep, and trudges towards the bathroom. I scratched my butt and let out a yawn. Boy, did I have to piss. Should not have drank all that soda before bed. I reached the bathroom, my chest still feeling heavy. “Damn my back hurts.” I whispered. Must have slept wrong again.

Entering the bathroom, I turned on the lights and kept my eyes closed. Then, I slowly opened them so it would not be as difficult to acclimate to the brightness. I went over to the toilet and pulled down my boxers. What happened next frightened me. I reached down to grab my junk to go pee. But, I could not find it. I let loose anyway, too tired to wonder why I was missing it. I heard the pee hitting the cold hard….tile? Not the toilet, but the tile floor. I loose down to see a stream falling between my legs straight down to the floor. “What the fuck?” I lifted up my shirt to see….a pussy. A girl’s vagina was nestled between my teenage legs. I freaked internally but did not let out a scream due to it being the middle of the night. I knew I had to be dreaming. Besides, my contacts weren’t in, so maybe I wasn’t actually seeing what I thought I was. But as I tried to find my penis, it was clearly gone. That’s when I noticed something else I overlooked. And how I overlooked it, I do not know. Distending my t-shirt were two large obstructions that made it difficult to see my new genitalia. I reached up and groped them. My suspicions were confirmed! They were two boobs. Two large glorious tits. They felt amazing, and they were so sensitive. I could not get enough of them. But wait, I had to figure this out. I needed to be freaking out, not enjoying it! I thought because I had just had a dream like this that I must still be dreaming. But, it seemed so …. Real. I slowly lifted up my shirt, the breasts being dragged with it. That is, until I lifted it up high enough and the glorious C-cups with cute pink nipples flopped out against my body. That’s when I really freaked and ran out of the bathroom, boxers still at my ankles and jumped back into bed. I immediately blacked out.

The next morning, I woke up groggy. I was so tired that I just laid there, listening to the birds chirping outside. Eventually, everything came back to me all at once, and I shot out of bed hands over my flat chest. I looked down into my shirt to see the few strands of black hair starting to grow from it. Most importantly, I checked my groin. Thank goodness. My dick was back. I let out a sigh of relief. “I knew it was a dream.” I now felt a wave of calmness fall over me. *Gurgle* My stomach is growling. I hope mom made bacon.

As I left my room and went downstairs, I caught a glimpse of my mother on her hands and knees in the bathroom, wiping something off the floor. I got a strange feeling once more. “Mom, what are you doing?”

“Looks like Sparky must have peed on the bathroom floor last night. It’s odd. Usually, he just goes out the doggy door and does his business at night.” I remembered the dream (it was a dream…..right?). That was right where I was standing when I took that piss. That seemed weird. But, I assured myself that I was overthinking it.

“So, what’s for breakfast?” I asked.

“I had to buy donuts. Didn’t have time to make anything this morning.”

I smiled. “Aw, kickass. I love donuts.”

“Sean, LANGUAGE!” Mom shouted angrily. I felt put in my place and sorely walked downstairs.

But that was only the first occurrence. Over the next week, these same ‘dreams’ occurred, followed by the waking up, the awareness that I had new parts, the freakout and finally the blackout. But, each time, I assured myself I was hallucinating, that maybe it was all that junkfood. Man, I need to eat healthier. But, all the while, I felt uneasy still. Somehow, all of it felt real. But, I knew that what I was experiencing was impossible. Today, however, convinced me that I am either a real schizophrenic or that I have some amazing ability. Because today, it happened during the day while I was wide awake.

I was sitting on the couch today watching the news when a commercial came on. It was a commercial for the Baywatch series. Damn, those girls looked hot with their curvy bodies running down the beach. As usual, I got a boner, and lucky for me, I was the only one in the living room. Otherwise, that would have been awkward. I was licking my lips at the lovey ladies’ assets. I thought it would be nice to touch a pair of those. And it brought me to thinking back to my dreams. Despite them freaking me out, the idea of being able to touch those perfect breasts I had was an arousing thing. I closed my eyes, imaging how soft those breasts were. And then, it happened again. But, I felt it this time.
I felt a heavy weight start to form on my chest, and I looked down. I saw two large mounds start to inflate from my chest, my nipples enlarging and rubbing against the fabric of my cut-off tee. I let out a soft moan as they grew and grew and grew. I felt them slosh around with every simple jerk I made on the couch. They bounced wildly when I quickly leaned forward, cupping them. “No fucking way!”

“I better not have heard what I think I heard.” I heard mom yell distantly from upstairs. Damn, parents hear everything. But, I was more focused on the fact that I had two wonderful jugs hanging off my chest. This was every boys dream! My dick was way too hard now. And I noticed something about these boobs. Looking to the tv screen and back, I realized I had an exact replica of the blonde lifguard’s tits from Baywatch. “No freaking way. It IS real. I knew I wasn’t crazy. Thank god I’m not crazy! I can’t believe they are real.”
“Well, of course they’re real! I just can’t believe it took you this long to figure it out. I had discovered the power by the time I was 12!” I heard a gruff voice behind me, and a creaking on the floor. Someone had walked in behind me while I was on the couch…..watching me grab these tits that I wasn’t even supposed to have! My eyes went wide, and I looked around. “Dad? You…you know about this?”

He smiled, the few wrinkles on his face indicating his age. “Yes, Sean. I know. In fact, you and I have this ability.”

“We have the power to swap boobs and stuff with girls.” I asked, curious.

“No, well yes. Well, not exactly. You see Sean. There’s more to it than just that.” He sat down next to me. “You can call it swapping. But, it is actually morphing. The males born in this family have the ability to morph any traits of their body into whatever they want. You might call it a shapeshifter of sorts.”

“You’re pulling my leg.” I said.

“Son, you’re the one with a pair of large breasts.” He looked at me matter-of-factly, as if to say ‘come on bro’.

“Touche. So, I can make any body part into whatever I want!” I asked.

He smiled again. “Yes, and I must say, it’s not a bad first choice. You’re old man here actually accidentally had a dog tail for his first morph. Creeped me out. I’m only into the human stuff.” Dad said, grabbing the remote from you and switching it to the football game. He cracked open the beer in his hand, which you now saw for the first time.

“Wait, you can do animals too?”

“Son, it can be anything. Hell, you could turn your body into a tree and it will work.”

“Awesome. Suck it, Alicia. Now who’s the twerp!”

“Sean! I know your sister can be mean, but be nice. I don’t want to hear you say that again, young man.”

“Sorry…” I said sheepishly. “So, will you show me your ability?? Please!!!” I asked.

“I haven’t swapped in a couple weeks. But I guess I could go for it. I mean, I have been waiting a while for this father-son bonding moment anyway.” It would become clear in a few seconds how ironic this statement would be. He slapped his beer belly and let out a loud burp.

“Alright, here goes.” He set down his beer and stood up. “This is inspired by your mother….and Baywatch.” I watched as he began to focus and transform. His hair lengthened and changed in color from salt-and-pepper looked to a rich blonde color. His cheeks narrowed and became heavy with blush. His lips plumped and his beard faded away, leaving no signs of stubble. He then had two blue spherical earrings pop into existence and dangle from each ear. His hips widened and waist narrowed. His bulky arms withered to two thin and tanned limbs with manicured nails on each hand. His butt plumped and became more feminine, losing hair. Unfortunately for me, his pink bikini morphed into place before his genitals were swapped out. No son should have to see their dad’s man bulge in a bikini. I’m gonna have nightmares from now on. Anyway, those soon deflated, assuming a vagina had formed underneath. And finally, two boobs just shot out from his chest instantly. They were perfect size too, not too big or little.

“Ah, there. What do you think?” The woman standing there said. My mouth was agape for I could tell by his demeanor that this figure was my father. The woman sat down in a manly fashion, grabbed the beer, took a sip, and scratched her crotch. “Well?”

“Wow. I don’t even know what to say. This is freaking awesome!” He giggled in a girly voice.

“This is only the tip of the iceberg son. You can do so much more with your power than just this.” Dad said while continuing to scratch his vagina. I guess it wasn’t as exciting for him after all these years.

“So who are you anyway?” I asked.

Dad laughed cleverly. “Let’s just say you and this body have known each other for a while. Think really hard. Listen to my voice.”

That’s when it hit. “Oh…my…god. You’re….you’re mom?! But you’re so young and…..” I blushed. Mom was a hottie when she was younger. I can’t believe I just thought that. Just an observation, not an Oedipus complex.

“Sexy!” He finished. “Yeah, your mom was quite the catch when she was younger. And that’s not to say she isn’t still a fox.”
I rolled my eyes in disgust. “Dad….too much information. Wait, does that mean mom knows?”
He nodded. “Yes, I revealed it to her on our second date know what she would be getting herself into. She was offput at first. But, she quickly began to see the upside of it.”

“Upside how?” I asked.

“Well, she saw the benefits in a…..well, I’ll be frank with you. You’re mom is kinda kinky, and she thought I could use my morphing powers for some fun in the bedroom.”

“Aw, gross dad. That’s sick.” He just bellowed out, loving to gross me out. I could never see my mom that way. She always seemed so conservative when it came to that stuff. It was really surprising. But, I guess it made sense. Everyone has their fantasies. And to an extent, my father could make anyone of his mother’s fantasies become a reality. Even really disturbing and kinky ones. But, I did not want to think about that. Speaking of which, mom then walked into the room, now carrying a laundry basket.

“Oh thank heavens, he finally figured it out. About time. And Richard! What are you doing in my skin again?” Apparently, a younger version of my mother was not one of the forms she was too keen on.

“Oh, honey. But, you were such a hottie. How could I not?” He said, trying to get on her good side. He did enjoy being in mom’s skin it seemed. He mentioned several times how fun it is to be in a younger version of his wife. That way he got to see her in the hot outfits that she would never put on for him, like the bikini. He may have looked like a woman but damn, my dad was still the same old horny pervert inside. Not that I am any better, to be completely honest.

“Ohhhh, I want to be mad at you. But, somehow I can’t stay mad at myself. I look cute when I act innocent.” She leaned over and planted a kiss on your father’s (her younger self’s) lips. She smiled. “So, Sean, you’ve finally seen how much of a hassle breasts can be, have you?” I completely forgot I still had my breasts. I blushed in front of my mom. It was weird in front of my dad sure, but mom…..well that was one that was too much. “Oh, Sean. Don’t need to get all embarrassed. Boys will be boys. You can have fun with this power. But, you have to be responsible with it. Richard you better be teaching the boy. And if I catch you using this power to make yourself look older so you can buy beer, so help me, I will ground you for the rest of your life!” She said staunchly and walked off.

“She’s right, Sean. You need to be safe with this power. You can’t let anyone ever notice or see you during a transformation. The only people that can know are family, well-trusted friends, and the family that you will have one day. Never transform into a person who doesn’t know you have the power while in the vicinity of them. That’s mainly for their protection. Last thing you want on your conscience is someone being sent to a nut house for claiming they saw you transform and then you deny it. So, do you have any questions?”
“Well, I know I can transform or morph into anyone or anything, or morph any individual part of the body. But, what about the earrings you have on? Or the bikini? How does that work?”
His father nodded. “Good question. I didn’t think to ask that at your age. While the power doesn’t alter reality to make everyone believe you are that form, it does alter reality in the sense that you have to camouflage as someone else in your new form. For example, in the form of the woman, it would look weird if I were wearing my work jeans and polo. To blend in as a woman, the power allows me to camouflage myself by changing my wardrobe, along with my appearance. Same would go if you turned into a dog, your clothes would disappear. Get it?”

“Yeah, that makes sense!” I said. “So, could I go try this out then? By…myself?”

“Sure, bud. This is an exciting time for you. Obviously, you must know that if I am lounging around in this form that your sister knows I have this power. But, she does not know you do. So, do not say anything. That’s part of the fun.” I got up from the couch, my breasts jiggling. “Son, morph a bra under those things. They get uncomfortable to walk around with.” I focused and soon felt support. Not only that, they seemed to stick out further from my chest. “There ya go. That’s my boy. Hey, by the way, will you turn down the AC when you head upstairs? It’s getting draft in here!” He said.

“Why don’t you just morph into some new clothes?”

“Cause it’s my day off and I’m lazy. Don’t judge. I’m your mother and I say turn down the AC.” He winked. I had to laugh at that one.

“Aye aye, sweet cheeks.” He shook his head at that then shot me a sideways look.

“Choose your words carefully there. You might have to suffer the embarrassment of a pretty little innocent girl like me whooping your ass.” Dad enjoyed fun and playfulness, but apparently not sarcasm. Heh.

After turning down the AC, I went to my room. I was eager to begin exploration. Man, this bra is digging into me. Mom was right, these things are a bitch to deal with. I will never under-appreciate what women have to go through again.

Okay, so I closed the door to my room. First things first, I decided to get rid of my boobs. Focusing on them, the deflated back to my old flat chest, and the bra disappeared. “Who should I turn into?” I thought, tapping my finger on my chin. Next to the small desk mirror I had sat a photo. I picked it up remembering that day at the beach. It was a picture of my friends and me. Two guys I know from school, Raquel and Ashley. Ashley. Hey, now that would be a good one. I rubbed my hands together. Ashley was Raquel’s good friend. And she was also quite the sexy beast. We just did not have much in common and that’s why I was never interested in her in any way beyond physical.

I stood back from the desk and closed my eyes. I pictured Ashley in my head, how she looked during that day at the beach. And I felt myself change from head-to-toe, detail-to-detail. I felt my hair grow long and then turn into ponytails. I felt my lips become plump, my nose petite, my eyes wide, and my chin small. Then, felt my arms become thinner and felt the familiarity of a bust grow in, two perky C-cups to be exact. I felt a draft come on as my shirt transformed into a blue bikini top with a yellow bow on it. I felt my waist thin and hips become bigger. My dick shot up into my body, which funny enough wasn’t painful and felt a vagina form. The bikini bottoms followed, which fell limp at first until my new booty swelled into position. Last were my legs and feet. And I felt it finish. I opened my eyes and looked at the small mirror on the desk. “Fuck yeah!”

I saw Ashley’s cute face staring back at me, my glistening red hair, my lithe body. I gave my big booty a playful slap and giggled….in her voice! This was too freakin’ cool. I reached up and played with my breasts again. It felt so good and erotic that something weird happened. I felt this strange wetness. WAIT, AM I GETTING WET? I felt the dampness between my silky thighs. Is this what it feels like to get aroused as a girl? I carefully used one of my slender fingers, softly pressing into my bikini bottoms and probing the outlines of my labia. I let out a moan….one louder than I had hoped. “Sean, is everything okay up there?” You heard your dad say, in his voice. Clearly, he had transformed back into himself. I quickly closed my eyes and focused, swapping myself back. “Yeah dad. Everything’s fine!” I yelled. In fact, everything is great. I smirked into the mirror but my focus was soon broken by faint crying.

I went over to Alicia’s room and found her bedroom door open, her pouting on her bed. “What’s wrong Alicia?”

“Like you would care! I can’t get the outfit I want at the mall. And I have a huge date tonight!” Ah, first world problems. My sister always tended to cry over spilled milk. As much as my sister was a bitch, I did not like to see anyone sad. “I mean, hey, I know you spent all your money already, but maybe mom will let you borrow some.”

“She already said no. And like I said, you stole my money!” She said, anger in her eyes. Instead of trying to fight or console her, I just decided to walk off this time. If she wasn’t gonna listen, then there was no use in trying to be nice. After she pushed me out of the way and left the room, I went in and saw the open magazine on her bed. It was a nice red top and skirt. “$150? What a ripoff!”

But this gave me an idea. I focused, right in her room. I felt myself transform in a matter of seconds. Opening my eyes, I looked at my sister’s standup mirror and saw her reflection looking back. I had her long brown hair, all done up. And I was now wearing the red skirt and top that Alicia wanted so bad. “Hi I’m Alicia Andrews, and I’m a stuck up bitch!” I said, watching myself the whole time. I posed in the mirror a bit. Man, my sister did have a nice body. I grabbed my big toosh and rubbed my hands all over it, slowly making my way back up to the breasts again. My sister was definitely a bit bigger in the bust department. “Not bad.” I thought. But, when my new hands reached my new crotch, I decided that playtime was over. Playing with my sister’s boobs was one thing. Playing with her snatch, well…..that was a bit too uncomfortable for me. I morphed back to myself and headed back towards my room.

“That was a fun little detour. And I’m just getting started!” Heading down the hall, I saw our golden retriever Sparky chewing on my little cousin’s MR. POTATO HEAD doll that she had left here. “Hey, Sparks. How’s it going bud?” He just looked up while continuing to chew on his toy. It’s almost like he knew he got blamed for the pee on the floor and knew I was the one who did it. But, nevertheless, he did give me a little happy bark back.

Once in my room, I made sure the door was locked. And then, I transformed into the most amazing girl of my dreams….Raquel. My crush. I closed my eyes, feeling all the sensations again. It was almost like I left my body for a moment this time. I think it was just from the excitement. I knew it. This was it. I opened my eyes…her eyes. I peeked out of the corner of my eye into the little desk mirror, ready to see her face looking back. Anxiously, I pulled the mirror to my face. I saw her staring back at me. “Hi Raquel.” I said it in her voice. It was too good to be true. I saw my long light brown hair hanging down my back. I was wearing these cute lightning bolt earrings on my lobes. They looked amazing on her…I mean me. They were something she would wear, I knew it. I looked down and saw my short petite body, thin but cute as a button, my modest B-cup breasts. I slowly reached up and didn’t go straight into groping like I did with the other bodies. I just placed my hands firmly on her breasts, feeling their warmth. I respected this body to much to carelessly play with it like the others. I hugged myself. This was my dream. Well sorta. My dream was to hold the real one, not be the real one. I thought back to dad’s advice. He said be careful who I told the power to. But, I felt like I could trust Raquel.

I grabbed my cell phone and used my painted finger to hesitantly begin to dial her. My heart was beating fast, and my throat was becoming dry and hoarse. I actually hung up out of nervousness. After breathing in a bit more and exhaling, I dialed once more. Slowly putting the phone to my ear, bad thoughts rushed into my mind. What if I freak her out? What if she thinks I’m a nut bag? Will she think I’m creepy for becoming her, assuming that she would even believe me?” *click* “Hello?”

“Hey, Raquel. How’s it going?” I asked.

“I thought this was Sean. Who is this? You sound familiar.” She said, a hint of confusion in her voice.

“It is me, Raquel. I have something to tell you. I know it may sound weird. But, I have the power to morph into other things. I morphed into you and now I have your voice!” Silence followed.

“Okay, did Sean put you up to this? I’ll have to get him back.” She laughed. She always had the cutest laugh.

“Raquel, it’s me. Do you not hear your own voice??”

“It does sound like me, now that I think about it. So, how are you doing this Sean?” She now recognized it was me. Not because she believed me, because she recognized the lingo I often used.

“Raquel, get over here in 5 minutes and I’ll show you in person.” I said, nervously.

“Okay, whatever man.” She giggled. “Be there in 5.”

Five minutes later, I heard the familiar sounds of her light footsteps as she came up the stairs. I could hear her talking to my dad. “Yeah, Mr. Andrews.”

“So he has something to show you?” Dad said. “All I can say is, be prepared!” He must have smiled because she giggled. I saw the door open, and she had her back turned to me.

“So Sean, what did you want to---?” She turned and stopped, seeing me as her. Seeing herself? However you want to put it, let’s just say it freaked her the fuck out. She stuttered, trying to get words out.

“It’s me, Sean! I told you I had the power to morph.” She looked down at the ground. I was thinking that maybe she was going to run out of there for a second. Then she said something to me.

“What happened the night of the Blink-182 concert?”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Just answer it!” Raquel shouted.

“You tripped over your own shoe laces trying to get an autograph from the lead singer as they walked off stage when the rain started to fall. And that’s why you have the huge scar on your arm that never went away.” I said.

Her eyes lit up. “Holy shit, it is you Sean! You really have this power?”

“Sure do! I already became Ashley, Alicia and now…you. But, I can also just morph certain parts of my body. For instance…” I focused on my chest and grew Raquel’s boobs until they were an E-cup, far too big for her little body. “See, now I’m you with massive boobs!”

She put her hands over her mouth, trying to contain her laughter. She even snorted a few times. “Thank goodness I was born with normal-sized tits. But, this is so cool! Imagine what we could do with this.” She got to thinking suddenly. “Why did you transform into me though? Out of anyone else.”

I never ever thought I’d be ready for this moment, to be honest. I thought went it came time that I would chicken out. But for some reason, I was okay with telling her the truth. It was time. “Raquel,” I sat down on my bed. She followed suit. “Raquel…I like you. Like like you. I have a huge crush on you. But I never told you because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” I looked into her eyes, and they were filling with tears.

“I’m so sorry, Sean. I ---“ She began.

“No, you don’t have to say anything. You don’t have to be sorry for not feeling the same way. I understand that completely.” I smiled.

“No, Sean. You don’t get it. You’re an amazing guy. And I would totally date you because we match in so many ways.” I wasn’t
expecting to hear this. I saw a glimmer of hope. “But…” There it is. Glimmer of hope gone. “Sean, I’m….I’m a lesbian. I am very emotionally attracted to you. I’m just not physically attracted. And it’s not because you aren’t a good looking guy. You are. You could have any girl. I wish I could like guys because I would love to date someone like you.” She continued to cry, feeling bad. She did like me, but since she was not attracted to guys, the feelings confused her. “Even my friend Ashley doesn’t know, and I find her to be very attractive. But, I could never tell her that.”

“Raquel, it is okay. It’s okay to feel this way. It’s okay that you’re a lesbian. You don’t have to feel bad for any of this.” I smiled at her, making her smile. I decided to lighten the mood a bit. “So, you like that little hottie Ashley, huh?” She giggled through her tears.

“Could….could I try something?” I had an idea.

“I suppose.” I closed my eyes and focused on myself, retransforming into Ashley. Raquel stared in awe. She also stared at my boobs in my bikini.

In Ashley’s voice, I said, “I am your best friend Ashley. And I don’t mind that you’re a lesbian.” She hugged me and said softly into my ear, “Sean, you’re the best guy a girl could ask for. Could…” she was hesitant, “Could I try something now?” She continued whispering.

“Sure.” Knowing full well what she was going to do. She placed her lips on mine and went in for a deep kiss. She pulled away, tears and lust filling her eyes. She bit her lip before going in for another sampling. We made out for what seemed like an hour. But it didn’t stop there. We carefully undressed one another and entered a two hour long lesbian sex session. And let me tell you, Raquel taught me the ins and outs of the female orgasm. Fellas, it is amazing. I finally was getting with my dream girl. Not ever in any way I would have thought possible. It was not how I imagined it. But that didn’t matter. Because I was with her. She was with me. And she knew it was me inside. And that’s what mattered.

“Sean,” she said after sex, “I love you.” Fireworks went off in my mind.

“I love you too Raquel.” I smiled. I didn’t know how things would change from now on. How things would work. I knew things would be different. I think if I explained the situation to my parents that they wouldn’t mind. Judging how my mother kissed a younger version of herself earlier, it seems they probably have had their own little lesbian session as well. Eww, I did not want to think about that though.

“Hey, I just thought. You can change into anything or anyone? We need to start having fun with this little power of yours. But before we do, I want you to change into one person for me.” She said. She whispered in my ear.

“You are sure?” I asked her. She smiled as nodded, still stroking my breast. I transformed back into myself. She planted a kiss on my lips….my real lips. “This…this is the face I love.” It surprised me, seeing as how she was a lesbian and all. I don’t know if she did it as a courtesy thing or did it for me or did it because she actually did like it. She never would reveal that to me over the next years. But, for now, I didn’t worry about it. We are just living in the moment.

“So what should we do now?” I asked.

“Think you can turn into that busty librarian from school?” She asked, giddy with excitement
.
“So, you want to be my naughty little school girl, huh? Alright, but I get to spank you!”

“Yes, please!” She beamed.

And that’s how I, Sean Andrews, discovered my power. Raquel and I would be having many fun journeys from now on. The power was limitless, and we intended to use it to create chaos and have fun. Good chaos, not bad chaos. If that makes sense. I gotta run though. Dad, Raquel and I are having a girl’s night out. I picked out a hot body but my dad is taking all of Raquel’s attention away with the gym trainer’s body he was wearing. I saw her looking at his tits. Can’t have him stealing my girl now, can I?