Just another day

[magusfan]

He dreamt he had sex with the most incredibly gorgeous blonde. Beautiful face, perfect figure - she was like something out of a film. And the sex? It was great: wild, carefree, raunchy - he'd never even had sex before, he wanted it to go on all night. And it pretty much did until they both fell asleep from exhaustion. Then suddenly hours have passed and she is clambering over him and tiptoeing to the doorway. He stirs.

He wakes up. Dribble on his pillow. The stench of the greasy sandwich he consumed at midnight still permeating the aroma of his small bedroom. A single beam of light streams through the gap in his curtains, across his single bed that he sleeps alone in, every night. Without fail. What a dream, though. With a groan he turns over and reaches for his alarm. It says 08:04, which means time to get up and go to school. Clumsily he clambers out of bed, lazily kicking off the duvet as he goes. In short slow movements, he stumbles across the room to the window, pulling the curtains open with suddenly awakened gusto. Light streams glaringly into the room and he screws up his eyes in retaliation, rubbing them fiercely and attempting to cloud the view outside once again. It looks like it's going to be another beautiful day outside.

He groans. They've got Phys Ed first thing: why can it never be pouring with rain for football practice? With his eyes still half shut he slouches to the doorway, kicking a sandwich wrapper under the bed as he goes and passing the long mirror in the corner of the room. His slim, svelte figure momentarilly reflected in the glass as he drifts past. He yawns slowly, reaching for his dressing-gown on the hook of his...hold on a second. His slim, svelte *figure*? The last time he checked: last night, shortly before passing out after his Cheese Steak Sub, Andrew didn't even have a figure. He was just an ugly mass - round and fat: his stomach indistguishable from his wider waist. And yet a second ago he was slim and svelte. He looks down and almost passes out from shock: he can actually see his feet!

Not just his feet; his legs, his stomach - if you can call what's left of it a stomach, straight and flat and he lifts up his stomach to get a closer look. And then lifts it up further when it becomes evident that this really isn't too good to be true - he really is slim and svelte all of a sudden!

"Andrew, breakfast is on the table" a distant voice calls from downstairs. That's mom, but mom never fixes him breakfast! There is jolly whistling coming from the outside hallway too, and a short sudden knock on the door as his dad sticks his head around the corner.

"Morning Champ!"

Champ?!

"Who's it in the shower?"

The shower? How's he supposed to know?

"I mean...she came from your room, right?"

"She? Who?"

He clasps a hand infront of his mouth suddenly. His voice feels shakey and instable, like it's breaking all over again. His dad chuckles. A deep, throaty, gutteral chuckle: the type he normally saves for his pals on 'sports night'.

"Oh I see, like that is it, champ?"

What's with the 'champ' thing all of a sudden?!

"Dad, I..."

This time it's several octaves lower, coming from deeper inside him than ever before. He retches, as if something has got stuck in his throat.

"I mean, this one blonde's, right? So unless she's had a rather drastic change in hairstyle...it aint Mallory."

"Mallory...?"

"History already, eh son? You're a chip off the old block alright. Listen, mom's just fixed breakfast - you two coming down. It's your big game today!"

Big game?! But suddenly his dad is out of the room again and Andrew is left alone to his own confused thoughts. He rests on the side of his bed to gain some composure as his hands drift to his face, which seems to have changed too. No soft blubber anymore and numerous chins - the bumps of severe acne - he can only feel hard, straight, angles and a smooth skin under a thin layer of scratchy stubble.

Suddenly he rushes to the window pulling open the curtains again with renewed gusto. And peering curiously outside. Well, it may not be exactly the same sight that greeted him yesterday morning, but it's still the planet Earth alright. They haven't landed on Mars or something. Or the Moon. And as he turns around, he suddenly realises it is a different bedroom from the night before that he has awoken too. Adorned with Carmen Electra posters and football trophies galore.

His own reflection catches him by surprise again as he steps over to the mirror for a closer look. He has some body, he has some face, different hair....what the fuck is happening here?!

And suddenly, his bedroom door is open again and a beautiful blonde is standing in the doorway. The beautiful blone, from the night before. Fresh out of the show and only a towel wrapped around her perfect figure, which she quickly drops, with a fake giggle.

"Ooops, clumsy me I guess." She smiles slyly as she looks down towards Andrew's crotch. "So, looks like you're ready to show me a bit more fun, huh?"

He looks down too. Fuck.

It looks like he is.

[Ender]

Why can't I wake up to something like that some morning???

Ender

[thrae218]

mmm, hot Lucky girl