Trish stared at her reflection and thought of a favorite saying of her grandmother's, "a watched pot never boils." It was kitchy and she never really thought about it, but now watching herself waiting for something to happen she couldn't help but appreciate its folksy wisdom. Impatience fed on itself. Then she noticed something different. The dresser on the wall behind her was reflected too. It had moved. It was hard to tell. She wouldn't have noticed at all except for the fact the she had been staring into the mirror the whole time. It took Trish a moment to parse the significance. she was taller she focused on a corner of the mirror and couldn't almost see the rug's reflection move as she grew.
She looked back at herself and gasped. In the last few minutes, in addition to growing taller, her body and face had changed. It was subtle she was still recognizably herself, but she was harder. Her skin was rougher. As she watched, her eyes change color from brown to green. Her jawline shifted, and her nose expanded it wasn't much but it was enough to make look like a guy. She still looked like someone's kid brother, but definitely their brother.
It was strange to watch as her face and her body shifted. She no longer looked like herself. She still didn't look like Dwayne, but she was starting to look related to him. Maybe a cousin her skin roughed and her muscles continued to grow. It was strange, but even as Trish watched her body changed, she felt almost no disorientation. She didn't understand it, but the medallion was changing her mind almost as fast as it was changing her body. Her breasts had shrunk considerably, but what was left, already felt alien. She had a momentary feeling of relief as they sunk away into her chest. Her nipples shrunk down to man size, but her chest wasn't actually flat. Her pectoral muscles pushed out at least an inch. She tried flexing them as saw them "dance" in the mirror. Her shoulders continued to broaden. Her arms were growing stronger and the muscles were starting to bulge.
Trish felt a flash of pride as a six-pack emerged from her stomach. She looked lower at her crotch. Her clitoris had enlarged enough and changed enough to be more like a penis than not. As she watched, it continued to grow. Dwayne had nothing to be ashamed of and as it continued to get bigger, Trish smiled. His balls descended into behind it. Ready or not Jaime here I come he thought. He flexed his bicep and cupped it with his other hand. He could almost feel it expanding. His skin itched as thick coating of hair grew on his arms, legs and chest. Stubble began to push out of his rougher skin as his face finished changing into Dwayne's.
Trish looked down at his body again as his height topped out at 6' 4'' and his muscles finished developing. His body hair had lengthened and thickened and when he inhaled, he could smell a male musk that reminded him to shower. The tingling in his body diminished, but Trish could still feel a sort of tingle in his hand wrapped around the medallion. He opened his hand and let the bundle with the shirt and the medallion fall to the floor. He stretched lazily and smiled as he saw the powerful muscles shift under the skin of his reflection. His attention drifted down again to Dway-his cock. He pictured Jamie in the locker room shower that afternoon as she soaped her heavenly breasts. He gasped as he imagined walking up to her and wrapping his arms around her. The difference in their heights made it hard to kiss her. He had to bend way over. Trish solved that by lifting Jamie into his arms. she was so light. he kissed and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She swooned against him, arching her back and pressing her tits into his body.
Trish wrapped his hand around his erection as he pictured Jamie reaching down and grasping it. She aimed for her pussy and using her feet on his thighs for leverage lifted herself up so that the tip spread her pussy lips. Trish rotated his pelvis and pulled on Jamie's Butt, pushing into her. Jamie gasped as she settled down fully onto his cock. Trish found himself momentarily confused by which fantasy he liked more being the "biggest" guy Jamie had ever been with or being the only guy she'd been with. In the end he went with both. Trish was pumping himself hard now. He was picturing the spasms of pain shoot across Jaime's face as he stretched her when, all too soon, his balls tightened and he ejaculated onto the mirror and his floor.
Trish felt his manhood shrink and was surprised by the thoughts that had raced through his head. He was a little repulsed at how he reacted to the thought of Jamie's pain. He comforted himself with the rationalization that it was just a fantasy and he would never actually hurt her. He walked naked to the kitchen to get some paper towels. Trish didn't feel any modesty constraints in his new body. He was proud of how he looked and besides. He lived with his "uncle", actually his dead mother's first cousin, who was an attorney. He was working on a big case and wouldn't be home for a week at least. Trish wet a couple of the towels and walked back to his room to clean up. He thought about what he should wear tonight. He glanced down at his muscular chest, the question was what would actually fit?
