Stop and tell him who you are

As difficult — nearly impossible, in fact — as it is, you push Zack away from you and say, “I need to tell you something.”

“It’s ok,” he says, hurriedly, rushing to his desk drawer and opening it. “I have protection.” He proudly displays an assortment of enough condoms to offer “protection” to an Olympics gymnastic team. “What would you like? I have ribbed, lubed, flavored....”

“It’s not that,” you interrupt.

Zack nods. “You’re going to tell me you have a boyfriend. I understand. It’s ok. I won’t say a word to anyone, and I won’t expect any kind of ongoing relationship. In fact, I’d actually prefer just a casual, one-night-stand kind of thing.”

You try again. “No, Zack... Just listen to me. I need to tell you something.”

“I know what you’re going to say, and you don’t have to be embarrassed about it. I know you have feelings for me, and it’s only natural. I have feelings for you too, baby.” He pulls his shirt off and unfastened his belt as he speaks.

“You’re not hearing me,” you say, one more time. “I need to tell you something.”

“It’s ok if you’re on the rag. That doesn’t gross me out. But if it makes you uncomfortable to fuck while you’re on your period, we can do anal.”

Zack’s pants are off, and he is standing in front of you in just his boxers, with a massive boner creating a tent in the front. You find it difficult to take your eyes off of it.

With a deep breath, you blurt out, “Zack, I’m not really a cheerleader; I’m Justin.”

This seems to get Zack’s attention. He stops and blinks as he processes this.

“Justin who?”

“Justin your roommate.”

Zack looks you over several times and says, “Ooookaaaay..... Is this like a role play fetish sort of thing? I’ve got to tell you that I’ve never really had a fantasy about having sex with Justin, but if you want me to pretend you’re him, I suppose I can rise to the occasion.”

“No, you moron,” you answer. “It really is me!” You hurriedly explain what has happened to you, but midway through the explanation, you can tell that Zack is having trouble following you.

“Are you understanding me?” you ask.

“Uh huh,” he answers, absently. His eyes are focused on your breasts, however, and you notice that his erection has not subsided in the least. “Could you just take off that sweater for a minute, though? I really want to see what’s under there.”

“Oh, for crying out loud,” you mutter. “I wish you would believe what I am saying.”

Abruptly, Zack’s eyes move from your breasts to your eyes. “Justin? How the fuck did that happen to you? I mean, I know you fell prey to some freaky weird mind experiment — which is super cool, by the way — but how on earth do you always end up as the one with all the luck? Not only do you get to be the next member of the Avengers, but you also have a totally-fuckable body!”

You realize that your “wish” actually triggered a surge of your new powers, and you readjusted Zack’s openness to suggestion. You wish you had tried that to begin with. It would have saved some time and awkwardness.

“So I just need to know what I’m supposed to do about all of this,” you say.

Zack doesn’t answer. He has resumed staring at your breasts. You reach out and take hold of his shoulder. “Zack?”

He shakes his head to regain his senses. “Sorry, bro... I’m just really having a hard time focusing, with you looking all hot and everything.”