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I got out of bed and ran straight to the mirror. Just looking at the reflection for a couple of seconds left me speechless.
It took me more than five minutes to process what I was seeing, because my current appearance is literally the opposite of my previous appearance, and although it hurts my pride, this is the truth.
My previous body is thousands of miles away from my current body; it's like Steve Rogers when he exited the capsule.
With notable differences from my original body, my hair used to be dark; now it's white, mainly in my eyes, with scarlet-red pupils. I have creamy, healthy skin, a toned body, and am approximately 6.06 feet tall.
I press the muscles in my arm and chest several times, trying to see if they were real because I still don't believe it. I strike a few poses in front of the mirror and even practice a somewhat charming smile... you know, something like if you were going to borrow money.
I was so caught up in the mirror, the bedroom door opened unexpectedly, and one of my sisters came running in.
It's my sister Jasmine, and when she saw me awake, she stopped for a second, looked me up and down, and asked. —"Do you have a smartphone charger.?" — She then showed me her phone.
I remained silent, watching her face to see if she had any reaction to my changing body, but Jasmine stared into my eyes for a few seconds before lowering her gaze. She wet her lips and looked into my eyes again for a few seconds before lowering her gaze again. She wet her lips again, but this time she stuck out her tongue and ran it from one end to the other...
It was strange...
I didn't feel uncomfortable being completely naked in front of my sister or bothered by her entering my bedroom without warning or any polite knocks...
On the other hand, my penis reacted positively to her gaze and stood up proudly to look at the landscape...
—"Jasmine, did you find a charger?"— my mother yelled from the hallway...
My sister's reaction was like waking up from a daze, and she immediately responded with another yell. —"I'll be right out!" — Without taking her eyes off my penis.
—"What are you saying.?"— My mother asks hesitantly. This causes Jasmine to look back at the door, then at my shaft. After several seconds, her eyes return to the door, only to shout again. —"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'll be out in a second." — As she finishes, she turns around and walks a couple of steps toward the door. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she stops... turns around again and runs toward me.
She leans down, and when she's close enough, she whispers, —"I'll be back in a couple of seconds." — She moves her hand until she grasps my shaft and stimulates it her fingers sliding over the length of it. Jasmine bites her lip as she continues to play with it.
She looks back at my face and then lowers her eyes to my shaft, continuing to stimulate its length.
Seconds later, she lets go of my cock and says to me through her teeth, like a murmur. —"Don't go." — With a big smile on her face, but still staring at my cock... and then, she runs out of my bedroom... like a lovesick schoolgirl.
I hear Jasmine intercept Mom in the hallway, and chatting about some unimportant things, my sister very skillfully closes the door behind her...
It's strange; I'm not morally affected by this kind of encounter. It was so strange that my brain doesn't think about what just happened or its meaning.
At this moment, my brain is thinking about the future: if she'll suck my dick or when she'll ask me to fuck... With this thought, I go back and lie down on my back in the middle of the bed with both hands behind my head... waiting for her to return, Jasmine's return to my bedroom.
I waited for over 20 minutes, the dragon at 100%, staring at the ceiling... it was obvious my sister wasn't coming back, because her departure time for the airport was approaching...
I let out a sigh before getting out of bed again and going to the closet to put on some clothes. Most of my clothes didn't fit me, and the ones I had left were too tight...
The same goes for shoes...
In the end, I ended up wearing a tight white shirt with shorts with an elastic waistband, and just like the shirt, the shorts were also tight...
First and foremost, I had to clear up all my doubts to see if my family would notice the radical change in my body...
The hallway was empty, so I went to the bathroom, but the door was closed, indicating that the bathroom was occupied.
While I waited in the hallway, I saw Mom coming up the stairs from the first floor to the hallway. My mom barely made it up the stairs when she saw me and yelled. —"Hey, Max, what are you doing here? Oh, come on, come on, come into the bathroom in my bedroom." — She pointed to her bedroom and approached the door...
It was a good idea, so I nodded and walked toward her bedroom, but my walking was a bit tricky in tight shorts. I looked like I'd messed up my clothes.
With a smile on her face, Mom opened the door and let me into her bedroom, saying: —"Oh, come on ... "Max, take off those shorts. I'll lend you some Lycra shorts." — My mother didn't wait to hear my answer and went straight to the closet where she had shorts of various colors.
For my part, I watched her way of speaking. ( assertive, confident, kind. ) I also watched her every move, from her perfect, natural smile to the way she looked at me and turned her back on me.
While she searched through the closet drawers, I could see her body leaning at a 90-degree angle, her hips and butt forming a peculiar heart shape. While she searched for clothes, she asked me several questions. —"I'm sure you'll be okay at your grandparents' house.?"—
That question left me speechless, and I stammered a bit. —"Uh, sure, sure, I'll be okay."— I commented.
Mom looked back at me over her shoulder. —"What are you waiting for, Max? You know you have to take off those shorts." — At first, I hesitated to take off my clothes because I had a log for a crotch, but in the end, I just nodded and moved both hands to the sides of my hips. I pulled the shorts down to my knees and then let them fall to the floor.
At that moment, I felt a gaze. It was more than obvious who the person looking at me was. This wasn't a surprise; my surprise came when I raised my face to look at her.
A direct gaze, without blinking, and I can even swear it was more intense than my sister Jasmine's. She was like a little boy looking at his favorite toy... especially that small smile, without losing eye contact. Only she knows what images her mind projects.
I had to clear my throat a couple of times to get her attention, but it was a total failure, having to cover my shaft and say it with embarrassment. —"Mom, for God's sake." — It was as if she woke up from a slumber. Mom looked me straight in the eyes again, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled distractedly. —"I'm sorry, honey, I just noticed you have a beautiful body." — With that, Mom's cheeks flushed, she wet her lips and looked back.
—"Okay, Mom, I have no problem with this. You can look all you want, and give me the shorts."— I said, holding out my hand, but Mom was already looking at my dragon again, so she only answered with a. —"What are you saying?" — His mother only looked at her eyes for two or three seconds before looking down at the body.
Maximus rolled his eyes and said again. —"The shorts, Mom, the shorts." —Pointing at the closet. Alondra gave him a warm smile and turned her body slightly, reaching blindly into one of the three drawers in the closet and pulling out a pair of white Lycra shorts, all in less than 5 seconds.
A feeling of being ripped off reached my chest and went straight to my head...
Alondra approached with the Lycra shorts in hand and ignored Max's request. She removed his hands with her hand, saying. —"Let's see if these shorts fit you..."— With that, and without waiting for his response, she kneeled in front of Max's feet, played with the shorts for a moment, and asked him to lift one of his feet, his right foot to be precise.
Max used one of her shoulders as a support while inserting his first foot and then his next. She brought her body closer, her head right up to the boy's waist, and without a problem, she slowly pulled the shorts up.
When Alondra pulled up the shorts, she had to wrap both arms around the boy's waist, causing her to hug him.
This is natural, but Maximus' discomfort came when, as he hugged her waist, he felt something wet on his dragon. To be more precise, Max felt the lips wrap she around the dragon's head.
This was somewhat awkward because she did it secretly, and when Max cleared his throat, Alondra let go of her waist and walked away, avoiding looking at the boy's face.
She looked sideways, trying to hide it a little, while trying to lift her knees off the ground.
It only took a hand on her shoulder to keep Alondra from getting up, and she started to babble, looking around, but her voice broke, having to clarify her expression a couple of times. —"Max, I'm sorry, son, I'm really sorry, no."— I grabbed her head with both hands and made her look directly into my eyes.
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