Hormones

Richard looked at his reflection in the mirror.

It had been about 3 weeks since he had taken the blue plus with age regression inside and had become Richard, an 18 year-old high school senior, and the son of Greg and Hillary. It was also 3 weeks since he had acquired a male body with testosterone pumping through his body and the sensations were still a bit uncomfortable at times. From having to shave and being unaccustomed to scents, he was also learning to deal with the body's main issue he had with being a young adult: he kept getting erections.

It wasn't so bad in the morning, he almost laughed at the sensation of waking up and having morning wood, that was a given. He also found it hilarious that he had to hold onto it a few times or else he would be spraying all over the toilet and onto the floor.

No, it was the fact that he was a man that women around him found attractive and they would often smile, wave, flirt with him on occasion and he didn't mind, it was fun to see how people reacted to him. He enjoyed smiling and playfully flirting back, a few smiles and a look would often cause some girls to blush and turn away. He even enjoyed hanging out with some kids his age, finding the friendship growing with David and Taylor to be different than friendships he used to have as a girl that age. They were crude, yes, but they were also surprisingly resilient and strong.

Plus, he had a girlfriend.

The past three weeks, before school started, he found himself hanging out with Yvonne, the blonde having been the first one to catch his eye and he suspected that she had deeper feelings for him since the moment they started talking. They were often texting each other every night, had shared IGs and tweets, hung out at the beach and often went cruising or jogging, the two of them loving to run and exercise. He had met her mother, Gabrielle, who was equally friendly and a bit "too friendly" as far as Yvonne was concerned. It only caused her mother to playfully flirt with him and, for equal measure, he returned it in kind, sort of tongue in cheek. She had winked at him and appreciated it, that was for sure.

He, in turn, had her over for dinner with his parents and they enjoyed her very much, especially his mother who, after she had left, gushed on and on about how wonderful a girl she was (mom was a gossip and, naturally, had heard a lot about Yvonne).

By the day after the beach, he had decided to go to hell with being reserved and after they had gone for a hike and were standing out looking at the city view, he turned to her and asked if they could go out. He wasn't sure what exactly drove him to ask that and what her reaction to be. The fact that she jumped into his arms with a hug told him that she was anticipating such a question.

They didn't do much more than hold hands, hug, although he knew that he found her body attractive, loved the smell of her shampoo, and when he commented on the fragrance, she started to use it more. She also liked the feeling of him holding her as she often leaned against him, pressing herself against him. She let out a small gasp when she brushed her ass against his body and felt him getting hard despite trying not to. She blinked and when she looked back, she whispered "did I do that?"

Richard, for his part, looked down at her and smiled. "Yup, yes you did." She turned and looked away, beet red, but he noticed that she had begun to do that more often, pressing ever so slightly against him and her mouth would open just slightly as she rubbed herself against him. Possessing a cock felt incredibly restrictive, he mused, after he had **** himself not to react. He understood now, perhaps a little too well, how there was just a drive to do more. He still felt that he should respect her and chose instead to settle for a bit more skin-contact.

Still frustrated, though, he turned to his phone and dialed up Bethany.

"Hey, Aunt B, I need a favor..."