Matt and Ben, to the rescue

"So, a typical Adrian rescue operation?" Matt asked Ben. Matt was driving and Ben was in the passenger seat.

"So it would seem," Ben said with a sad smile. He was doing map duty from his phone and he was currently charging it up on Matt's car charger.

"Looking at the bright side of it, at least he tries his best, and we get practical experience in murphy's law," Matt said while gesturing with a big hand.

"I'm beginning to think we've learned what we can about Adrian's car, though. Some times it's better to let something go than trying to keep things the same."

"True," Matt said and went silent for a few moments. "Ah, that reminds me, Check the gloves compartment for a zip-lock bag."

"You stashed **** in the gloves compartment?" Ben asked as he reached carefully for the hatch.

Matt let out a short burst of laughter. "Not right now, no. I leave Jake with the **** responsibility. She never gets patted down."

"Wow," Ben said as he pulled out the bag. Inside he could see a pink silicon wrist band. "You're donating money to cure cancer?"

"Not exactly," Matt said as he scratched his chin for a moment, pondering what to say. "Jeremy told me to give this to a friend."

"Your other sister?" Ben asked. If Jake and Matt had a reputation, Jeremy had it ten times as bad. Still, even if she made her money in the filthiest of ways, she had people's respect for her audacity and surprising competence.

"Yeah, though she claims she didn't use to be a woman. It's a crazy concept, and it might have been we've been smoking too much weed, but I'm sort of curious about the possibilities."

"That sounds crazy, alright," Ben said with a chuckle as he pulled the pink wrist band out of the bag and read the imprint on it. "'Inner Yearnings Lucid Truths'?"

"It came in the mail yesterday," Matt said as he glanced over at Ben holding the wrist band. "Two seconds after I wrote for it into an app me and Jake has been using the past few days, it came with an express delivery on our door. Jeremy suggested I'd make it without telling Jake."

"Why not involve Jake?"

"She's skeptical and the app is on her phone. Not that I don't trust her, but I figured it would be better to do some testing with a less risky item."

"So you think this wrist band is magical?" Ben asked. Normally he would have made fun of the topic, but Matt seemed dead serious and he didn't want to be insulting.

"It's should be an artifact that give those who wear it some magical abilities. Basically it should give the wielder some awareness of changes, and some ability to wish for changes themselves.'

"Huh," Ben said and went quiet for a few moments. "So why not use it yourself?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm compromised by the app, Manchurian candidate. Mostly I think it would be great to have someone who doesn't know anything about this to see with unclouded eyes if there's something going on."

"I see," Ben said and weighed the wrist band in his hand. Then he put it on his left wrist. "Shame that it's pink, but I can try it out for a while."

"I'd be grateful if you did," Matt said with a sheepish smile. "I've no idea if it'll do anything, but do tell me if you notice anything."

"So you think it can fulfill wishes" Ben asked. Matt nodded after a little hesitation. "I wish this wrist band was blue," he said as he lifted up his arm and gave it a **** stare and held his breath. "Oof, still pink," he said and shrugged before picking up the phone again.

"Yeah, seems to be a bit mercurial, if it works," Matt said and had a sip of water from a bottle. "Still, it would be cool if it works."

"Oh for sure," Ben said as he turned up the volume on the radio as one of his favorite songs started playing. "I'll keep an eye out. Two eyes, even, as long as can spare them."

"You think I'm an old hobbit?" Matt asked as he looked down at the much shorter and lighter Ben. Ben looked up at him and they both laughed.

Ben went into the men's room while Matt went into the gas station to buy some sandwiches. Inside the stall someone had had the audacity to glue some pictures of beautiful and aroused women's faces onto the stall walls. "God damn," Ben said to himself as he snapped a picture of the wall for posterity. The men's room was hot, silent and desolate. Once he was done he was quite sweaty, and unfortunately, somewhat aroused at the images of women giving him lewd looks. He went over to the sink and watered a paper towel to cool off and wipe some sweat off his face.

As he glanced up in the mirror, he saw some grafitti was drawn on it with black permanent marker. A thought bubble was drawn on the mirror, making it look like he wrote.

"The face of a cock lover :)" was written inside the thought bubble. Ben laughed at the creative art before he took the wet towel to his face again, enjoying the cool moisture on his skin for a long moment.

As he looked back up again, Ben paused for a second as he scrutinized his face. Then he bit at his lip and made a cute face as he pulled out his polishing rug for his glasses. As he finishes polishing them, he glanced at his face again before putting them on.

He let out a huff of frustration. He carefully put the glasses down on the sink and rummaged through his pockets for a few cylindrical items. He uncorked a skin colored lip stick and applied a fresh coat on his round, perky lips. Then he pulled out an eye shadow stick and re-applies some light shading around his eyes.

As he put his glasses back on, he smiled, happy with the look. He took a moment to re-tie his hair bun, looking around the room. For some reason the room felt bigger than before. Ben wasn't tall, barely five foot two. His shoulders were short and his hips were pretty wide. Combined with his very feminine face, people often assumed he was a girl.

And Ben didn't mind that at all. After all, he did love boys. Sucking big cocks was one of his favorite pastimes. Well, used to. He'd been on a cock-sucking spree since his former boyfriend broke up with him a few months back, and now he'd been together with Amber for a few weeks, trying to reset her state of mind with a heterosexual relationship.

At least, that's what Ben heard in his mind... but some part of him is was also telling him... this wasn't right.

Ben looked down at his body. His nipples are bulging with prominent aerolas, but his chest is flat and small. His hips are flared and there's very little to see of his dick, but there is a bulge in his denim micro-shorts. His butt is quite curvy, giving his shorts a juicy heart shaped look. A vibrating butt plug was buzzing inside Ben's capable asshole, keeping his prostrate aroused and his dicklet dripping into his panties.

He was a total unrepentant sissy and had been so for years, yet it felt like he'd been a normal teenager not an hour ago. He lifted up the silicon wrist band.

It was blue. Hadn't it been pink? Didn't he wish for it to be blue?