Shapeshifter's Bet
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I was chilling in the living room when my roommate stumbled in the front door wreaking of booze. He was out most nights, going from bar to bar, getting free drink after free drink. Seriously, the guy never pays for a drink. That’s because he doesn’t go out as his actual pudgy male self. Since he’s a shapeshifter, he transforms into the most beautiful women imaginable, goes up to the bar, and men queue up to buy him whatever he’d like just for the chance to talk to him. Even though he shapeshifts back into a guy before he gets back, what he does has never set well with me, and tonight, I told him so. “You’re a guy, dude. Even though you go out there looking like a chick doesn’t make what you’re doing any less fucking gay.” Instead of getting mad, he just grinned. “And you’re so super straight, huh? Care to make a wager? Say, for a hundred bucks? I’ll even give you two to one odds.” I stared back at him defiantly. “What’d you have in mind?” He crossed his arms and said, “We go to your bedroom. I’ll transform into a hot piece of ass. Even though you know it’s me, I bet in five minutes or less, you’ll be rock hard and trying to fuck me.” I scoffed, and stuck out my hand. “You’re on. This will be the easiest money I’ve ever made.” Inside my room as he began to shift, he said, “Take off your clothes.” I grimaced. “No, dude. I don’t want you checking out my package.” He laughed, his voice getting higher and softer. “Ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before, man. But it’s the fairest way to see if I’m winning.” I shook my head, but did as he asked. As his eyes darted downwards, I took some pride in the fact that I was completely soft. No interest in him at all. Even as his beer gut sucked in and got repositioned to two voluptuous boobs. His hips widened, his features softened, and the face became completely feminine. In just a few seconds, he looked like my fantasy girl. “You been looking at my browser history?” I asked. “Maybe?” he giggled. “Now just lay back on the bed.” Despite knowing he was a guy, I found myself getting nervous, and my heart rate speeding up. “Why?” I watched as a layer of…sweat, or oil, yeah, it looked like oil, began to cover his skin, adding another layer of eroticism. “Just do it,” he ordered, giving me a light push. I fell back onto the bed, and lay back. For a moment I was glad I couldn’t see him, because this was already proving more difficult than I thought. He’s a guy. He’s a guy. He’s a guy. I kept repeating in my head. And then I felt him against me. Smooth, slippery skin, sliding over me. And then her gorgeous face was right there. No! His face. HIS face! His lips came so close to mine. I felt her breath. She wanted me to kiss her. Needed me to kiss her. I closed my eyes, but the sensation of her hot body above me was still there. And that’s when I felt something wet against my cock. It was no longer soft, but hard and twitching as it rubbed against my roommate’s sopping pussy. I instinctively thrust up into it, making my roommate gasp in pleasure. “Whose fucking gay now?” he whispered seductively. Guess I owe my roommate a hundred bucks.
