The next morning, Jon slowly turned in his bed as he groggily readied himself for another day at school.
Habitually, he reached down below the covers to greet his morning manhood.
He was all too used to the familiar sensation of unsticking himself from the inside of his leg after a sweaty night, but today it felt... different.
Almost as if it was in a different place?
He slowly reached his hand around the shaft of his cock. But as he did so, he threw his hand back in shock. The sensation was completely numb!
It felt almost as if he was gripping somebody else's cock rather than his own.
With a mounting sense of dread, he slowly wrapped his fingers around his cock and tried to shift it back into position. Perhaps he'd just slept on it weirdly? Was that possible?
But before he had a moment to reassure himself, something stranger happened still. Instead of simply flicking his dick back into place, his hand had emerged out the other side of the covers, still with cock in hand!
His fist was still clamped tightly around his shaft, and yet here was his penis, completely detached and staring him right in the eye.
He stared at it for some time, partly in horror, partly in confusion, but also a sense of admiration at seeing his own dick at such a never before seen angle.
Could this be a result of his strange wish?
