John flips the script

Something buried deep inside Richard was awaked by his recent transformations but he couldn't bring himself to look down at his new body. Every step caused things to move and jiggle in new ways. He could feel sweat pooling in odd crevaces. He prayed this was a nightmare. He would wake up at any moment and go to work like none of this happened.

"Learn to have fun, babe." John and Richard walked next to eachother as they made their way to the parking lot at the edge of the park. They each drove their cheap, 10 year old sedans to meet eachother but Richard knew John was about to walk him to some type of sports car. Why wouldn't he?

Richards sighed. "How about you spend some time with breasts and get back to me. Pig." He hated the sound of his voice. He was trying to sound threatening but his body made him sound whiny.

John smiled. "You know what? Fine. I'll show you how it's done and maybe you'll lighten up for a bit. You need to work what your new mother gave ya."

SNAP

Just like that, Richard's line of sight was a foot higher than before. He turned to see a hot Indian girl in her mid-twenties wearing the tight black tee shirt and jean shorts that were wrapped around his body only seconds ago. He was embarassed to admit that he couldn't take his eyes off of his former breasts. Testosterone pumped through his veins again and he couldn't criticize his friend's taste in women. Even if he was a chauvanist pig.

John turned to Richard and lifted both of his breasts in his slender hands. He stuck his tongue out at Richard and learned forward slightly as he continued to rub his chest. He rushed to Richard's side and wrapped himself around Richard's left arm. His breasts pressed firmly against Richard's skin.

"Come here big boy," John said in a sultry voice. He ran a finger down Richard's chest, stopping close to his waiste. Richard quickly looked away. He could feel his penis stiffening in his pants. The thought of John's penis attached to his body was almost as offputting as the thought of the same penis inside his previously female body.

"Dude. How about we agree to a truce. Let me think about his whole thing for a night and maybe I'll play along with your stupid game for a little bit." Richard prayed his friend would agree. "It's just as bad being in your body, dude. This is so fucking awkward."

John laughed. He could have used his powers to change Richard's mind, but he got some satisfaction from winning him over. "Fine. Chicken."

SNAP

SNAP, SNAP, SNAP

Snap

Richard looked down and expected to either see his old body or some disgustingly oversexed fantasy, but no. He still looked like John.

"Something's wrong." John said in a shrill, panicked voice. He kept snapping his fingers but everything stayed the same.

Richard laughed. He didn't want to look like John but it was relieving to see his friend squirming after what he did to him earler.

"There is probably a cooldown or something. I'm sure it will come back to you in a minute." He continued to chuckle. "Hey, at least you're not stuck in your underwear or something." Richard pretended to imitate John and snapped his fingers.

This time it was John who got to experienced the sensation of pure, uncomfortabel revoltion. The feeling of having his agency stripped away from him in an instant. He didn't need to look down know why his body felt ice cold. An evening breeze passed around his body. A body that was barely covered by a lacy black bra and panties. Only, a lacy black bra and panties.

Richard couldn't help but laugh. "It looks like JOHN didn't lose any of his powers." He couldn't help but grin. "Come here, Rachel. How about we find somewhere else to talk."