Can't Stop Staring Part 1
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My best friend Mark signed up for swap class, and he’s coming over now to show me what body he got assigned to for the week. I was NOT prepared for how good he’d look when he did. “Hey dude,” he said when I opened the door. Gone was the pimply face and the chubby physique. Now he had a face that would turn heads, and a body that would stop traffic, and he was bringing it inside my house! “You w-want some w-water or something?” I stammered. My question made Mark giggle. I’d never heard him giggle ever, but in this body it made sense. I wanted to hear it again, because it sounded amazing. “Geez, you’re so nervous now,” he said with an eye roll. “Just cause I’m in this body? I’m still me in here you know.” He went over and lay down on my couch where we normally play video games together. I watched as he slowly ran a hand up his side. “It is a good body though,” he added. I wasn’t aware that my mouth had fallen open as my eyes traced every move of his beautiful fingers. “You’re staring,” he teased. I looked away, embarrassed, while I blurted out, “I didn’t expect you to be someone so gorgeous. It’s making me so…” but I didn’t finish, cause Mark did it for me. “Hard? Can I…see?” I shuffled nervously as he focused on the visible bulge in my jeans. “What? Why would you want to see it?” I asked. “You’re not gay.” Mark nodded, but his eyes never left my crotch. “You’re right. I’m not. But in this body…I don’t understand it, but the fact that I’m turning you on right now is turning ME on, and it feels like…like I just really need to see your dick.” And then his hands drifted up to the white crop top he was wearing, and I could see his boobs. They were perfect. In a voice laced with seduction, he said, “I’ll keep going if you take it out and stroke it for me. A second later, my pants and underwear were around my ankles. Mark didn’t laugh. Neither did I. We just kept staring as we began to touch our own bodies.
