Explanation

Wendell sat in Kleo's body on the floor still playing with her breasts, his head still exposed and Kleo's hollow face dangling off his neck. A naked Guy, having discarded Amy's skin, sat on the edge of the bed. He had put his sunglasses back on in a poor attempt to regain some of his cool attittude. He scowled a bit and looked at Wendell disapprovingly. Wendell looked right to him and played with Kleo's nipples.

"You said you were a slut!" Wendell said, not hiding any of his delight.

"HA-HA...so they'll just...go back to normal after you hit 'em with the ray and feel like they missed a couple hours?"

"Ohh.." Wendell said still feeling himself. "That's how it seems to work."

"Wendell, what the hell do you want from me? Why couldn't you just let me go on thinking I had a wild night of passion with Kleo? Did you have to show me this suff?" Guy said, dropping his head. A bit of his blonde hair flopped just over the edge of his sunglasses.

"You liked it," Wendell replied. "And as for what I want," he continued. "I wanted just a little payback for your pranks. You act all nice all the time, but you can be kind of dick, you know that right?"

"How is this even close to a bit of teasing or a pantsing? Oh my god...you know I joke around calling you a queer but this is...you had sex with me!"

"And you had sex with me! What's your point? It wasn't gay either. We were both chicks...or wait? Is that still gay? Who cares either way? Did you like it?" Wendell said, with a big heft of Kleo's tits.

"No-I-uh-NO!" Guy protested.

"You sure? You asked, begged, me to slap you. Also, you've been watching me play with these tits, and uh, your friend there is at full mast." Wendell flicked his chin at Guy's obvious erection. Guy tried to hide it pitifully with a hand.

"Alright! I liked it! Ok!? What am I supposesd to do now?" Guy yanked off his sunglasses.

"I think..." Wendell started, "we can have a lot more fun, and I can get some much needed payback on a few bad apples around campus, if... you help me." Wendell stopped fondling himself and picked up the raygun. "You wanna actually be a nice guy and make campus a nice place? And, come on, was that or was that not the best time you've ever had?"

"Well..." Guy trailed off.

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Wendell, now inside Stacy once more made his way back to his dorm building. He'd gotten dressed as her in the bedroom at the party while Guy had helped him redress Kleo and Amy. Apart from being unable to locate Kleo's discarded thong, everything went smoothly and they had reinflated the girls in the bedroom, leaving them no worse for wear and feeling a bit groggy. Guy, still unsure and truthfully, a bit horny, had escorted Wendell to Hank's truck where he scoffed a bit upon seeing a deflated Hank, and then walked back to his frat house.

Wendell opened the door to Hank's dark dorm room and entered. It was a total mess inside. Wrappers, cans, and various other trash all about. Hank had a solo room that was a bit bigger than the others. These were often given to athletes or various other important students on campus that couldn't afford, or chose not, to live in one the campus apartments.

What a slob.

He tossed the deflated Hank out from Stacy's purse and then set about taking her off. He recalled the nights events with a tired mind, but then thought about tomorrow with a great deal of anticipation.

I can't believe Guy just went along so easily...maybe...is he always asking about me for a different reason? Hmm...Or maybe he's just not as strong willed as he lets on. More of a follower than a leader. Well, if he goes for it tomorrow, I guess I'll know more.

As he dumped stacy on the ground and started realigning her clothes over the skin, he realized he'd lost her faux indian headdress somewhere. With all that done, he looked down at himself.

Naked. Hank's clothes are too big. It's a real short walk to my own dorm...aw there won't be anybody out there, right?

He then reinflated the two and quickly left the dorm. Out in the hall only the faint buzz of the lights gave any indication of activity. Hoping, praying, that no one had seen a thing, Wendell marched back towards his own dorm, and ran right into a freshman he couldn't recognize. Without his glasses, the guy was a blurry approximation of a man in his bathrobe and Wendell gripped the raygun in his hand ready to shoot if necessary, then the guy spoke.

"Uhh...hey...I uh...I'm just goin to get some..you know use the...micro....wave.."

Wendell, looked down at his own nakedness, and then looked back to the man. Feeling powerful and overconfident from the sex and the ease at which he'd handled Guy, he simply said, "It was a real wild Halloween party tonight, yeah?"

"Uh...yeah ok. I..that's cool, man."

With that, Wendell marched around the blurry guy and entered his dorm. He tossed the ray into his desk drawer, and flopped onto his bed. He grabbed his small digital alarmclock and set it to go off at 3 P.M. so he could wake and meet guy where they agreed at 5 p.m. He tossed the clock back on the nightstand and studied his ceiling imagining what tomorrow would be like, then he fell asleep.