Feeling Like a New Man

Joey woke up slowly, his face buried in soft, dark hair, his body pressed up against Bianca’s. She was warm, her skin impossibly smooth against his, and he felt her bare curves molded perfectly to him. Never in his wildest dreams had Joey thought that one day he would wake up in bed with a woman as beautiful as she, especially after the night they had shared together. With his arm draped around her waist, his hand resting just below her navel, Joey took a deep breath. The scent of her, a mix of lavender and something sweeter, filled his nostrils. And, of course, his body responded the only way it could. He was glad he didn't have any classes until noon today, he didn't want to drive to campus just yet. Not with this beauty nestled against him.

God. He was hard, painfully so, pressed up against her ass. His mind flashed back to the night before; Bianca beneath him, her body arching, her lips whispering his name in breathy moans that still echoed in his head. Donna next to him, his hands on her breasts egging him on, encouraging him, stroking him.

They weren't even his girlfriends. He wondered how Madison and Aynsley's private lessons with Professor Matthews had gone.

Shit.

Eliza.

Joey had completely forgotten to put together a new outfit for her. He was so caught up in losing his virginity. He tried not to panic as he groped around for his phone as gently as he could, praying he wouldn't wake up Bianca. His face grew pale as he saw all the notifications on his phone. A dozen unread texts, some from Raj, some from Jack, even some from Nicky, one from Madison, but there were five, five, from Eliza.

Hey, hope you're having a great time with Bianca! No rush, but when you get a chance, let me know what you'd like me to wear tomorrow. :)

Hey, just checking in! Should I keep wearing the pink suit? Or would you like me to change?

I mean, obviously, I can wait. It's not like I’m just standing here. Haha. Take your time!

Not that I'm laughing at anything. Just being chill. No rush at all.

Hey, Joey! Hope you’re having a great time! Just wanted to double-check—should I stay in the pink suit, maybe make it look like we spent the night together ;-). Is there something else you’d prefer? Totally fine either way! No rush. I love you.

Damn. While Joey didn't quite understand why she had done it, Eliza had given him the responsibility to take care of her, going as far as giving him total control over her wardrobe. And of course, on day two, he'd screwed up. He stared at the messages, feeling frustrated at himself, allowing his eyes to slide over the words that showed him his failure.

But then he realized what she'd said.

"Wait," he said quietly to himself, still processing, "Love you?!"

Eliza. Loved him?!

He should be freaking out, but he wasn't. He actually felt... good? Joey had no idea how he was supposed to think about anything, but now Eliza would be going into her classes wearing the same outfit as last night. It probably smelled like her. His dick twitched at the thought, but his brain quickly ruined that. This whole insane situation he was in was so new. He didn't know if this power he had was temporary, or permanent. He hadn't even tested it. Everything was so precarious. Having a three-way with his best friend's mom and a random waitress he mate, dating two of the hottest sophomores on campus, being responsible for a professor's whole wardrobe. If they found out they were sleeping together? Well she would probably lose her job. There would be scrutiny. Too much attention was bad.

Joey's heart was racing with panic.

Then he remembered there was a text from Madison!

Hey babe! It's Madison. Your girlfriend. Duh! Obviously you know that. Sorry. Anyways I'm with Eliza, Indira convinced her Aynsley or I could act as your proxy for clothes, so no worries! We got her dressed. I think she really would appreciate a bit more of a 'hands on' approach from you in the future. I know I would. Anyway had a really great lesson with her, miss you and can't wait to teach you what I learned <3<3<3

Joey breathed out a sigh of relief. Thank God. That was one crisis averted. He was so grateful for Madison and Aynsley. He had to show them how much he appreciated them. He started a new thread with Madison and Aynsley.

Got your text Madison. Thanks for taking care of Eliza. I realized we're officially going out, and I know we have that formal for your sorority coming up, but I realized I still haven't taken you two out on date. How about the three of us go to Luigi's tonight? 8 pm?

He hit send, then sent another message with a couple of hearts and kissing emojis. Girls loved that. He tried to ask Nicky why, but not even his best friend fully understood why. Joey knew that they'd be totally infatuated with him no matter what he did. There was a bit of comfort in that, but also some disappointment. How would he know if he was a good boyfriend or not? He could make them wear collars and eat dogfood, and they would thank him for the privilege. He wanted to be a good boyfriend. Even if he didn't need to be, he resolved to try.

Joey looked at the time and cursed. He may not have any classes until noon, but he still had to get ready. He knew that it made sense to have Eliza teach her 'lessons' at his new house. There was no way she could be seen going to the Theta Upsilon house. His mom had insisted he live at home, but now that he had his own place, and one that was actually on campus, he was looking forward to how much easier it would make actually being a part of the college social scene. Plus his parents hadn't exactly been quiet with their marathon fuck-fest last night. He shivered at the memory of the sounds, and with his boner fully killed, slipped out of bed and towards the bathroom.

It was time for a shower. Showing up to campus smelling like he did, though, wouldn't be acceptable. Plus he hadn't realized how sticky he still was. So he turned on the water and let it run to warm up. While it did, he looked in the mirror. He didn't know why, but for some reason he couldn't stop inspecting his reflection.

Joey didn't understand why, but something was off. Though he'd always felt that his appearance didn't make sense. Hank Granger was a thickly built, muscly mans man, and his mother Sarah Granger was, as his friends constantly teased him, a "total smoke show." He had always grown up thinking that he should be way more attractive than he was. But instead of getting his dad's broad chest, Joey had gotten his lactose intolerance, and instead of his mother's flawless skin, he got her waifish figure. At least he had his mom's blue-green eyes and her dimples. Plus he had his dad's height.

Now that he had this new power, Joey knew he didn't really need to rely on looks anymore, but still, he couldn't help wish he could change some things about himself.

"Looks like you're getting started without me," Bianca's voice almost made him jump out of his skin.

Joey turned. There she was. Naked, beautiful, standing in the doorway. Had he forgotten to lock the door? Immediately his cock, which had begun to grow flaccid, sprung back to attention. She was incredible. Yes he knew that it was his power that had made Bianca his, but he still could appreciate the fact that he was lucky to have her, that she was one of the most gorgeous women he'd ever seen.

And speaking of love, when he looked at her, Joey's stomach filled with butterflies. She had done something to him, something he didn't understand. Knowing he was the reason so many women had suddenly fallen for him, he should have turned tail and ran. But he didn't. How could he? He stared at the beautiful Bianca and he found himself falling into the deep brown pools of her eyes. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anyone before.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he said with a smile, indicating with his hand that she should join him in the shower.

She did.