He does to an unexpected result.

"Naked?" I asked, stunned.

"Yes," Ashley replied sheepishly. "I need a sample of your skin cells."

I held out my arm and rolled up my sleeve to show that there was plenty of skin to choose from. "There's plenty of exposed skin here. Why do you need me to strip?"

"Well, you see, I need skin cells from a particular portion of your anatomy," Ashley answered as her gaze dropped to my crotch.

"From my... my...," I stuttered.

"Your penis," Ashley interrupted.

I sighed. "But can't I do that myself in the bathroom?"

"It's not... that simple. First, I have to apply a topical lotion..."

"Topical lotion? Don't tell me you have to stroke me with your hand?" I gulped.

Ashley shot me a look of pure annoyance. "No, with my mouth. Of course, with my hand. And before you ask, you can't do it cause your hand cells will contaminate the sample!"

"I thought your field of study was human longevity, not the Shota virus? Why do you need cells from my cock?" I asked, not wanting to risk what would probably happen if Ashley gave me a handjob."

Ashley continued her face, beginning to color from embarrassment. "I've always been fascinated by you... er your case. I've been studying it for the last few years, and I've come to the conclusion that your mother's experiment worked, or at least it should have. You should be in the body of a twenty-six-year-old adult and not a plus thirteen-year-old. So I've been testing your DNA for a few years now..."

"My DNA," I asked my voice rising at this revelation of her violating my privacy. "Where did you get my DNA."

"Hair from your comb, swabs of your toothbrush..." She answered, walking over and plopping down on my couch, putting her head in her hands. "But all of it was inconclusive except that it showed not one trace of the Shota Virus."

"And now you want a sample from the one place that you can't pilfer my genetic code from, so you need my cooperation?" I asked, slapping my hand in frustration against my fridge door.

"Please, there has to be something encoded in your DNA that has stopped the aging process. Something that the Shota Virus did to all our DNA, not just to males. If I can figure it out, discover how to turn off our natural aging. It would revolutionize medicine," Ashley got up and walked over to me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my shoulders.

"Fine," I said, giving in like I always did.

Ashley released her hold on me. Part of me felt sad at the loss of her touch. I could not afford to think like that. I had to focus my anger to keep from experiencing arousal.

I undid my shirt first, throwing it to the floor. Next, I removed my pants. I stood in just my boxer briefs working up the courage to slide them off.

"Interesting," Ashley said as she looked me up and down. "You've got more muscle definition than any other Shota I've seen before."

I looked down and noticed the outline of my abs along with definition in my biceps and quads. The funny thing was I was sure that none of that existed a few days prior.

I exhaled as I put that mystery out of my mind. The moment of truth was at hand. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of underpants. My eyes fixed on Ashley, who was staring intently; her gaze transfixed on my crotch. With the same haste one uses to tear off a bandage, I slid my underwear off and stepped forward, completely nude.

Ashley gulped as she walked over and knelt in front of me. Visions of my mother from yesterday raced in my head. She pulled out a bottle of ointment and squeezed out a healthy portion into her palm. Her hand wrapped around my flaccid member.

"Oosh!" I exclaimed as the cold liquid coated my cock.

"Sorry," Ashley apologized. With trepidation, she started to slide her hand up and down the length of my shaft.

The sensation of Ashley's lubricated caramel-colored hand gliding up and down my white cock was exhilarating. I had never considered Ashley as anything more than a friend. But it was impossible to deny how beautiful she had become.

"It twitched," Ashley stated, letting go of my member rising to her feet and taking a few steps back. "I felt it twitch."

Ashley gave me a questioning look as my cock began to stiffen.

"It works now," I said as I became semirigid. "My formula worked... somewhat."

"Wait, are you telling me you tested your serum on yourself?" Ashley asked with disbelief in her voice.

"I had to; My Ph.D. committee basically laughed me out of the room," I protested.

"Damn it Greg; you can be so fucking stubborn to the point of stupidity. Ingesting an untested formula. You could have died!" Ashley shouted at me.

"You're right," I conceded. "But I was right. Just because I'm a boy, those bigotted heifers did not even give me a chance. If they could see me now."

"Yeah, it is... something," Ashley replied. "By the way, what did you mean by that it somewhat works."

"Well, I can't control it, and afterward, once it goes back down, I tend to faint and become very weak," I answered, looking away in shame.

"Jesus! This is exactly why you don't skip straight to human trials! Dr. Jekyll, the Fantastic Four, or other science fiction story should have warned you of the danger," Ashley replied berating me.

"Those are fictions," I retorted. "All my data gave reason to think the formula would be harmful."

"Yeah, well obviously, your calculations were off," She said darkly. Ashley walked back over to me with her skin cell collector. "Now hold still while I get my sample."

Ashley held in her a contraption that looked like some form of medieval **** device. A long sleek silver cylinder that had tiny ridges on the inside slid easily over my engorged member.

"Ok, I have to slide this off slowly, so you don't get injured," Ashley said as she took my cock in her hand. She started to slide the collector.

"Stop," I shouted in pain. "It's stuck."

Ashley's eyes went wide with fear. "Stuck?"

I gritted my teeth. "Yeah, you've put me in a chastity belt."

"It wasn't designed to fit on an erect penis," She said. "I'll have to pour some lotion on it to try and slide it off."

Ashley poured the remaining contents of the lubricant into my cocks prison. Still, she had to work it back and forth for what seemed an eternity before she was able to free my penis. Unfortunately, once free, the stimulation from the ad hoc handjob caused me to experience a phenomenon that no male had felt in over a century.

"What's this on my hand?" Ashley asked lifter her appendage to her face. "It smells funny and tastes... salty."

"Sorry, it just felt so good," I apologized.

"Wait, did you cum on me?" She asked before her eyes went wide. Ashley Turned and ran out of the apartment, leaving me naked to bask in the afterglow of my first orgasm.