Looking for storiesThanks for visiting!

Description Todd’s love for his straight best friend turns them both into their fantasies of each other—with a little help from an old lady at a Halloween costume shop.

Votes(14)
Talk
Views
92,517
Words
5,887
AddedApril 2012
Updated8 Dec 2017
PagePermalink 

Share 

||||

 

I was a perfectly happy straight teen at BH High School. I was 5’8” tall and Sally was my girl. I was average in build and looks and everything else—brown hair, brown eyes, the works. Which some people liked, others not so much.

I waited until the week before Halloween to ask Sally to the winter formal dance. She said yes, even though I knew that she was mad about me waiting to ask her. We had an okay relationship, I mean, we even had sex occasionally. I guess I was lucky enough to get that at 15. But I was not prepared for the humiliation to follow.

I went to a Halloween store with Sally. She was still angry about me waiting to ask her to the dance. I mean, I was going to ask her, but I guess I just didn’t know it was such a big deal to her.

“You should wear this Gladiator outfit,” she teased me. “Even though you’re short, skinny, and pale looking, it might still look good.” I frowned at her. She knew I wouldn’t be the sort to look good in any sort of gladiator outfit.

I didn’t know what to say. The old hag at the back of the store was watching, which was irritating as she kept staring. Just what I needed, an old woman listening to my 15-year-old self being dressed down by my girlfriend, who probably looked like she could beat me up.

“I think I can find something less humiliating!” I told Sally.

“How about this Jungle Man loincloth?” asked Sally, holding it up. “Oh, wait,” she said, “this is a Large. You’d need a small, right?”

“Thanks,” I muttered. I was completely average in that department too. Nothing special, but she’d seemed pretty happy with it so far. But she was in one of those moods. I made a big mistake. I opened my mouth again. “You don’t have anything to complain about,” I said, feeling annoyance well up in me. “I wish you’d appreciate me for the things I do for you. And cracks like that hurt, even if you don’t mean them.”

She was angry by then. She wasn’t used to me standing up to her on anything. I should have realized this relationship wasn’t going to work.

“Don’t you tell me what I mean or don’t mean, Jordan,” she barked. “If you were more of a real man, instead of a ... homo lover, you’d know how to treat me right.” She threw the large loincloth and some other items in her hands at me. And then she stormed out of the store.

I gaped after her. That homo crack was against Todd, a childhood friend of mine who happened to be gay. He was a good-looking blond stud, and I knew Sally was really angry that he wasn’t straight. She was used to having the men around her all treating her like a queen. Todd didn’t like her because... well, because he thought she treated me badly. I always believed I was lucky to have her, but maybe he was right. Maybe I deserved better.

I looked about as bad as I felt, I suppose. I saw the old gal in back giving me the fish eye. “I’m sorry you had to hear that,” I told her. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” I felt pretty bad, so I shoved the items that Sally had dropped, the loincloth and the gag muscle powder and—oh, god, she’d picked up a fake “pad your shorts” penis bulge adornment. I just shoved some money at the old lady and as she gave me some change her fingers touched mine and there was a spark.

“Not to worry,” she said. “I remember young love.”

“I guess it’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” I said glumly.

“Oh, it can be. It should be. I’ll show you how wonderful it can be.” She touched my cheek briefly, and I was wracked with an insane ache in my chest and a gladness in my heart that stunned me and left me gasping. It was only for a second, so fast that I thought maybe I’d had a muscle spasm. “Everything will be all right,” she cooed.

I stumbled out of the store into the daylight, my purchases in a cheap plastic reused bag. I went home and, strangely tired, threw myself on the bed for a nap. I felt off. I took some aspirin when I got up again but if anything it made me feel weirder. I ate some food and again I just felt stranger and stranger. I called Sally and left a voicemail. She wasn’t returning my calls. Again.

I showered and when I was in my bedroom with the towel wrapped around me, I saw the plastic bag with the junk from the Halloween store. I tried on the loincloth. It was a bit big on my waist and hung down almost to my knees, like I was supposed to be hiding a giant salami in there. I laughed. I picked up the pixie stick muscle powder and broke open the paper. I tasted it. Grape. I downed it. I needed the sugar for energy. Then I picked up that stupid fake penis bulge and stuck it up under the loincloth. That was hysterical. It looked even bigger under the fabric, and I suddenly felt weird. I looked in the mirror. I was a skinny short ridiculous teen. And no one had a cock that big, even in porno movies. “I guess that would work if I was 7 feet tall and 350 pounds of muscle,” I said, and slipped off the loincloth and the stupid pad threw everything into the trash. I had a week before Halloween, I’d hit another store and find something I could wear without humiliation.

Sally didn’t call me. I was not interested in calling her. Each day that passed, though, I knew that it was going to make it more difficult when I did talk to her. Was I still even her date for the winter dance? I had a few weeks to figure that out. Halloween was coming up though. I wondered what I should do. I sure didn’t want to go to the Halloween party with Sally. I was bitching at Todd and he suggested I come with him to the big Weho Halloween Boulevard party. That was safe enough, lots of energy, crazy costumes, beer... it sounded perfect. Only problem was that Todd insisted I wear a costume. “I don’t want you to be a lookie-loo out there and not participating in the show!”

There was a long discussion of what to wear. Finally, Todd convinced me to wear a more appropriately-sized loincloth that his buds had from last year. I was skinny enough I could be a jungle teen, I supposed. We met up and we got to work on my look. He put a bunch of mousse in my hair and some makeup on my face and I looked okay, anyway. I wore sandals. At least it was supposed to be a warm night. I have to say that Todd looked great in his Rocket Boy costume. He had a great body anyway, and his costume was skin tight white latex and red cape and trim and boots, and red flaming effect shorts. I was surprised. I had never noticed Todd was packing so much. Then I laughed. He asked what I was laughing about.

“You padded your shorts—nice effect!”

Todd almost looked like he was going to get upset or angry, then just shook his head, frowned, and dropped the subject.

The night was fun. The music was loud. The first thing Todd needed was to use the porta johns. I was waiting outside for him and someone opened the door of his stall. He’d forgotten to latch the door. He was taking a leak and his cock was hanging down, soft, what looked like 9 or 10 inches! I gasped. I felt a weird feeling in my chest. My muscles ached. “Oh, damn, sorry!” said the intruder, and closed the door, but not before I had seen that Todd wasn’t apparently padding anything. He sure didn’t need it. Hell, he probably needed a dance belt to hold all that up there.

But he didn’t know I’d seen and he didn’t say anything, and we walked the boulevard, searching for his friends. I felt pretty darned sore for some reason—my feet and hands and joints ached, and so did my muscles. I ached all over. I said as much to Todd.

“We walk a quarter mile and you’re already worn out?” He shook his head. “We need to get you to the gym, get you muscled up, big man!” He grabbed my tricep and squeezed it. I felt it through my whole body.

“You can stop teasing, Todd. With Sally and everything you know I’ve plenty to keep my mind occupied. I just feel weird today!”

“That’s why we need you to hulk out, Tarzan!” Todd said, and he grabbed my shoulders and rubbed them encouragingly. He seemed to realize he was being more handsy that was usual with us. “Oh, wow, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Things have just been... weird. Sorry.” Todd mumbled.

“What’s been weird?”

“I’m still... I had to go buy new clothes this week.” Todd blurted out.

I barked out a laugh. “You like shopping!”

“No, Jordan, I mean, I had to buy new clothes because I hit a growth spurt... my clothes from last month don’t fit me anymore!”

I scrutinized Todd more closely. He was indeed taller, I realized. And a bit more buff, although I’d subscribed that to the costume he was wearing.

“So you grew an inch or two, no big deal.”

“Yeah? I grew over three inches taller, Jord. And… you don’t know the half of it,” Todd muttered. I knew he was talking about his protruding bulge but I pretended I didn’t hear.

“So why is that so big a deal? I thought you liked being big and muscular and tall.”

“I love it,” Todd said, flexing his arms with a smirk. “But… it’s weird, right? I’m almost 17 and it’s late for me to start growing!”

“So you grew a bit,” I said. “Or maybe your clothes shrank in the wash.”

“Jordan, my new clothes were loose on me. Now they’re... too small. I’m going to have to go shopping again tomorrow. This is just freaky.”

“What, you think you’re going to turn into Dolph Lundgren? You don’t feel sick do you?”

“I must break you!” Todd joked threateningly and that broke the tension. As we walking down the boulevard, he did say, “No man, I feel great. Better and stronger than ever. I just don’t know what to think about this. I’ve put on 30 pounds this month.” I looked at Todd again. He was really a bit taller than I’d realized and his costume was definitely too small for him—but no one in Weho was going to complain, especially with that huge salami… I felt that flutter again and stopped short. When did I start getting off on the size of a guy’s cock? Todd turned and looked to see what was keeping me. I couldn’t help but stare at him. His package looked twice as big as it did in the apartment earlier. “What?”

“Todd, I don’t know how to tell you this, but dude, your cock is huge.”

Todd looked down and gasped. His cock was definitely bigger than it had been just 30 minutes earlier.

“Todd, is that what you meant when you said I didn’t know the half of it?”

Todd nodded, embarrassed. I pulled him off the boulevard and behind a dumpster in an alley. He was breathing heavily and his muscles looked bigger. He looked taller. But his package... I was shivering. “Show me, Todd.”

He pulled down his stretch pants and shorts and his genitals tumbled down. His meat was a lot bigger than it’d been in the john earlier—likewise with his testicles. His cock had been compressed in the spandex, but now it hung down in full glory, all 12 inches of it, and thick ... so thick I couldn’t get my hand all the way around it. I was suddenly realizing that Todd was naked from the belly button to mid thigh and I was on my knees in front of him and I looked up and he looked at me with such intensity and longing and I took his cock head in my mouth. Damn it was big. I stroked it with both hands and licked it and sucked it. A small part of my mind was screaming but it was quickly silenced, it went away... and I opened wide and inhaled his giant cock all the way down. Then he started to grunt and shoot deep down my throat, and it backed up into my mouth and spewed out and down my chin.

I swallowed as much as possible and then I was sitting down on the curb and Todd was sitting next to me in his now way too small costume and I felt so good, so sated. Until I looked at Todd and I wanted more and more.

Todd saw the look in my eyes and asked, “How long have you known you were gay?”

“About ten minutes,” I admitted.

Todd frowned down at me. “That’s not possible.”

“It’s as possible as you growing four inches taller and your cock growing into a 12 inch monster in a week!”

Todd shuddered. My words made his meat pulse and bulge in his tight spandex.

“Sorry,” I said. “Down boy!”

“That’s just the problem... It won’t stay down!”

I smiled lustfully. Then I stopped. What the hell was wrong with me? I wasn’t gay. I didn’t used to be gay. I mean, Todd is an amazing man especially now but I never felt anything for a man until... Then I remembered the old woman in the shop. I looked frantically down at myself. I was still skinny short me. Whatever was happening was happening to Todd. Right about then Todd’s penis started to engorge and swell, and Todd groaned in anticipation.

I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to anyway. I was enjoying his masculine immensity and I heard a rip. And then another. I looked up and his white spandex tore to shreds. Only his red flaming shorts were still in one piece, albeit stretched out a lot around his muscle butt.

“Todd,” I said after he came again and was panting against the back of the alley wall, “I think your changes have something to do with something that happened to Sally and me.” I told him the story. He shuddered occasionally as the growth spasmed his body and muscles. But he listened. He was taller again, now over 6’5” tall and muscled like a bodybuilder... a roided up bodybuilder!

“Where was this shop?” he asked. I told him. “I was in there!” Todd said excitedly. “I met that old woman! I was looking for Halloween props and she sold me a medallion...” I saw indeed that the medallion that had been on his costume was still hanging by its chain around his neck. Todd grasped it in his hand. “It was for the costume, but she told me to make a wish.”

“So, I don’t get it—did you wish to be big and tall?”

“No, I ... I wished for you, that you would love me.”

“Somehow that magic must have gotten twisted up in the things I bought that Sally was teasing me with.”

“So I’m turning into the huge muscle stud in the loincloth with the giant genitals and ... you became gay? I’m so sorry Jordan.”

I felt that I should be mad. But I wasn’t. I found it impossible to be angry with Todd. He was gorgeous, and beautiful, and ... whatever his wish, I wanted him. I felt that ache in my chest that the old witch had shown me. I was in love with Todd.

I took his hand. I looked into his eyes. “I’m not sorry,” I assured him. “I’m glad. I’m glad that I’m with someone that I now find—” I gasped again at the sight of his muscled form. “—insanely attractive... and he’s a friend and a great man and he’ll treat me right. But... I never knew that you felt that way.”

“I just.. I just wanted someone who was as great as you Jordan, so smart, so cute, so nice, so together... I couldn’t stand you getting ragged on by Sally. If you’re okay with it I don’t regret my wish—that we were in love.”

“But you’re such a stud now, Todd. I’m just me. Are you sure you won’t... you know, start looking at other hotter guys?”

Todd smiled. “Oh, babe, I wish you were a super hot stud that towered over most men, muscled and super ripped, and huge hung like a donkey too,” he said with a laugh. Then he said more seriously, “But I love you, Jordan. I love you... the you inside you. I will always find something to like about your body.”

He let go of the medallion, which fell back against his massive pecs. It flashed and then corroded, and crumbled to dust.

“What the fuck?” exclaimed Todd, brushing burnt crumbs off his massive pecs. “Am I going to shrink now? Are you going to be straight again?”

“No,” I said, realization dawning on me. “I think that was the third wish, Todd. Maybe between us we had three wishes. So now they’re all done.”

“But the third wish? Oh god—did I just say ‘I wish’? Did I wish you tall and ... all that?”

I smiled wryly at Todd. “I think that we might find the rest of the night on the boulevard interesting.”

I pondered the idea of towering over men, being super muscled and handsome and being hung like a donkey... I just shook my head. I couldn’t believe something like that would be possible, and yet standing in front of me was living proof. I felt like I was stoned anyway, on a dream walk or something. At least my body had stopped aching. I actually felt warm and good for the first time since... since I had last seen Sally.

We improvised a new costume for Todd. I ended up wearing the torn spandex and red shorts and Todd wore the loincloth, which somehow seemed much bigger on him than it had been on me.

I knew by then that something was happening, that my body was changing. I felt my bones and muscles slowly stretching, and I kept unconsciously flexing and moving continuously. Todd looked down from his now 6’ 6” height and then he looked at his insanely huge pecs and biceps. He shrugged. It was like watching an earthquake from a helicopter. He was so massive now. But I wasn’t as short as I used to be either.

“You’re getting taller.” said Todd. “Weird. It’s happening so fast to you!”

I thought about how this was all twisted up in spells and wished and an old lady at a costume store. “It’s Halloween!” I said. “That must be it!”

“Yah, maybe.”

“Whatever.”

“Jordan, I’m not sorry I wished you were taller and muscular and handsome. I’m sorry about that ‘donkey’ description, though. I didn’t mean... I hope you’re not, you know...”

“Todd, you didn’t know.” Without thinking about it I reached over and took his hand and we were holding hands. Just like that. Walking along the Weho Halloween Boulevard. Todd of course got a lot of crazy stares. A couple of guys started following him, and so we stopped and he took a bunch of pictures with people. He insisted that I get into the pictures too.

“Not without my boyfriend!” he’d say, and I was in the picture. What on earth had made him wish we were in love? I pondered the idea and realized that even at his young age Todd had been put through the gay grinder... dated a lot of guys, who’d used him and left. No wonder he wanted someone that was someone permanent. I mean, think about it. Who wouldn’t want to be in love with someone that you liked that was equally in love with you? It’s too rare in this world. We were lucky. I felt, so secure, so good.

I noticed that the time had slipped by and it was 10 pm already. The crowd was wilder and bigger and more fun now. I smiled at Todd.

“I love it when you do that. It makes me feel tingly all over,” said Todd.

“Do what?”

“You smiled at me with that goofy sexy grin of yours. You know, that look that pissed off Sally and made me want to rip your clothes off your skinny little body?”

I wondered why he was talking like that and suddenly I realized he was teasing me. My body was no longer skinny or little. I was ripped, and, judging by Todd, almost 6’ tall! I would have noticed sooner but Todd was still growing a bit taller, getting more proportioned, more attractive, more... perfect to my eyes.

I looked down. My legs were pretty muscular, and I had hair growing on them. I looked at Todd. “You like hairy guys?”

Todd grinned.

Hmm. I guess I was going to be hairy. I hope it is a good kind of sexy hair body. I already had hair growing in on my chiseled abdominals.

And then I looked again. I was sporting a big bulge. Already. I was supposed to grow to tower over men and I was only 6’ tall and already I had... oh my god! I shouldn’t have touched it. That sent an electric thrill through my entire body. I swear I felt all my muscles flex and swell bigger.

Todd smiled. I am so.... going to give it to him. Really. “I hope you like guys with big cocks. I have it on good authority that I’m hung like a donkey!”

“Ah, you know my little big gay secret!” said Todd.

“Not really a secret, Todd. You’ve been staring at the big ones in the showers for the last two years!” I suddenly realized while we’d been walking and talking that Todd had put his arm over my shoulder and it felt so natural and good I didn’t even notice until my heart swelled with joy.

Oh hell yeah!” a little fairy with a camera said. He had wings and everything. “Picture time! With the two muscle studs!”

Now they wanted me in the picture. They all started talking about us, comparing our muscles and our packages. Moment by moment, it became apparent that I was winning that side of the contest as I was obviously sporting bigger wood than Todd! We took a bunch more photos with people and then finally had some time alone and I put my arm around Todd’s shoulder. I stopped. I was in shock.

I looked right across into Todd’s eyes. Oh, hell, he was looking up at me a bit. And then a bit more. He looked at me longingly.

“Oh shit. I’m 6’6” tall aren’t I?”

Todd blushed.

“Happy now?”

“Even happier.”

Figured the stud would want a bigger stud. Guess Todd had been tired of always being the big strong man tough guy. My muscles were even more massive than Todd’s. Freakazoid huge, really. It felt amazing, the skin of our muscled bodies rubbing together as we walked shoulder to shoulder. It was 11 o’clock or so by then. I think Todd had finally stopped growing and changing. No such luck for me.

“What do I look like?”

“Look down!”

“No, I mean my face. What does my face look like?”

“Amazing!!” said Todd. “Absofuckinglutely amazing.” He stared dreamily into my eyes.

“Stop that!” I said.

“Why?”

“Because... it makes me want to tear our clothes off and fuck you right here in the street. And I’m so happy to think of you looking at me like that for the rest of my life that my heart is so happy it feels like it could burst.”

“Do it.”

“Damnit! Stop teasing—you’re giving me a hard on!” Todd had an amazingly thick chubby pushing out against his loincloth, and I had an insane bulge in those thank-god-they’re-spandex red flame shorts! I felt a pulse shoot through me and my muscles and bones stretched. While I looked into Todd’s eyes, I felt myself rise another inch, like in an elevator. Todd was now about 3 inches shorter than I was.

I wanted to wrestle him right there right now but I knew that would be... very revealing in very short order.

Todd looked up at me with awe and lust in his eyes. He stared hungrily over every inch of my muscled hairy chest and legs and stared even more hungrily at my very hung... bulge.

I was so big now I was actually afraid of taking off the shorts and revealing whatever was making that huge heavy bulge.

I looked at my arms and pecs in amazement. I lifted my arms and flexed them.

Todd gasped and started to swoon but I caught him. He was 300 pounds if he was an ounce and he was light as a feather in my arms. I picked him up and carried him down a side street. I felt my muscle pulsing and growing. His long curly blond locks framed his perfect face. Even as I walked I felt my bones and muscles stretching, growing bigger and stronger.

I saw a dry lawn and set Todd down on it. We heard the echo of the speakers announcing it was 11:30pm.

I saw tears running down Todd’s face. “Todd what is it?”

He just shook his head.

“What?”

“I was just thinking about... all the people who didn’t walk into the shop and accidentally wish for the best thing they ever could have wished for in the whole wide world!”

“That’s true.” I thought a moment. “Life’s not fair. Now we have all the luck we were missing when we were younger.”

“Everyone should be as lucky as us!”

“We have to be happy for them, Todd.” He looked at me questioningly. “What would they say to you if they knew you’d won the lottery and couldn’t enjoy it because you felt guilty?”

“You’re right.”

“Damn straight. Now put a smile back on that handsome face, blondie, and show the world you appreciate your gifts!”

He smiled up at me and I kissed him. Deep, tongue wrestling insane with longing and desire kissed him. He gasped. “That was just for starters!” I promised salaciously.

“I’m so glad you’re the tall, dark, and handsome one!” said Todd. I laughed. I was, I realized. Even Vegas would have bet the house against that ever happening for me.

“I’m going to enjoy every minute with you, Todd. And I’m going to try and do some good work in the world to say thank you for... you!”

Then he started crying again. It was tears of joy. But I realized in that moment that as butch a stud as he was, I was going to be the alpha male. I felt it at that moment. He needed it. He wanted someone else to be in charge. All the years of being Mr. Perfect... and never being perfect enough! I laughed.

“What?” asked Todd.

“We have school on Monday!”

“Think you can handle P.E.?”

I flexed my biceps in answer.

“Unnnn....wow.”

After we rested a few moments Todd was leaning his head against my giant hairy pecs. “Let’s go back out onto the boulevard,” he said. “I want to see you on the boulevard. I want someone to take pictures of us and show off together.”

So we stood up. As we rose to our feet I realized my huge feet now completely overwhelmed the sandals I was wearing. Todd stood up first and I was a second behind him. I looked down on him from about 8 inches in additional height. I didn’t want to do the math for that in my head. I knew I was a freak now but I didn’t care. I had Todd, so that was enough. Todd was in the range of human steroid monster ultra heavy weight bodybuilder freak, but human. I didn’t know what I was, quite. So we walked down to the boulevard again. I was noticing the higher vantage point I had, now being by far the tallest man in the crowd. Well, one guy on stilts was taller than me, but not by much.

We were the center of attraction, no doubt. We posed and took photographs and I let people feel my arms when they asked me to make a muscle. It was a blur and finally I was home with Todd in my king size bed—which was too small, but we made it work. I was glad I had a steel bed frame. The sex was incredible. The finally, finally together in bed alone sex was the most intense experience of my life. I was a perfect match for Todd. All of my secret desires he wanted to fulfill, all of his fetishes I was happy to indulge. We were literally made for each other. Where there others who shared our luck, our gift, our intensity of love? I don’t know.

I was swept away into a new life of romance, travel, and money. Yes, it was easy to get money looking like Todd and I now looked. Not modeling, or porn, or prostitution. We met people who insisted we meet other people and before we knew it the offers poured in. Seems a lot of corporations wanted certain sorts representing them. Todd and I both ended up with prime positions at huge corporations, making obscene amounts of money. We bought a huge home where we could entertain. We traveled, we had nice clothes and nice cars. We took everything else and put it back into charities, helping gay youth, buying aids meds for those in need, and spent a lot of time bribing, arm twisting and cajoling politicians and other rich men and women to help those in need. Hospitals, schools, universities, food programs, child welfare services, any and everything we could think of or was brought to us. We loved our lives and we loved each other.

One day I looked up and three years was gone. I looked the same, and so did Todd: youthful, young, and vigorous, and we were more in love than ever. We knew each other better each day. We were both legal adults now, but that hadn’t mattered since the change. I never had anyone card me or ask for credentials or otherwise interrogate me about education, my past, or my family.

I ran into Sally, of all people. She didn’t recognize me. A lot of people from my old life didn’t, but she talked to me in line at the coffee shop in Weho and she seemed a bit more content. I don’t know what she thought about our former relationship and I didn’t know if she was with someone now. I was happy enough to wish that she’d figured out life some. I laughed to myself when I realized she’d set me on this course with her crazy ragging on me at the costume shop.

I went back to the shop. The old woman was behind the counter. She blinked at me and then smiled. “I guess that worked out okay,” she said.

“What is your name?” I asked her.

“Well, that depends on who is asking.”

“A friend, I hope.”

“My friends call me Auntie.”

“I like that, ... Auntie.”

“So how are you and your man?”

“It’s incredible. It’s... do you realize what you’ve given us, what you’ve done for us?”

“I can see.”

“But what... I mean, why me, why Todd and me?”

“Oh darling,” said Auntie, “a lot of people get wishes. They just don’t know what to wish for!”

“So that was it? Just plain dumb luck?”

“You don’t look too dumb to me!”

I smiled. “I think it was Todd. His need for true love...” I mused. “The rest of this was just... magnification.”

“Well, you know, love is the greatest force in the universe.”

And I did know it. I realized then it was the primal motivator for everything in my life, in everything and everyone I knew.

“I wish,” I told Auntie, “that more guys could know the sort of love and life that Todd and I have. I wish that it wasn’t so unusual, so rare.”

Without any hesitation she pulled out a medallion from a box under the counter. “Here,” she said. “Give this to someone you think might make the right sort of wishes.”

I took the medallion, thanked her, and left the store. As I walked out she said one last thing. “Don’t tell them what the charm is, or it won’t work.”

I smiled. This might be fun.

Continued in Huge changes: Book two.

Description Todd’s love for his straight best friend turns them both into their fantasies of each other—with a little help from an old lady at a Halloween costume shop.

Votes(14)
Talk
Views
92,517
Words
5,887
AddedApril 2012
Updated8 Dec 2017
PagePermalink 

Share 

||||

More stories like “Huge changes: Book one” by RdyRoger

Comments