Changing World (ar musc)
by MS_alberta
I have no idea how it even started; all I know is; it happened, I remember it happening, and I remember how it all was before. I think… I’m the only one who remembers, almost. Okay, wait, this is sounding a little too dramatic, but then again, it was dramatic, more than that, traumatic even. At least it was for me. Let me just go on and you’ll see what I mean.
My name is Carlos; I know, very original for a Mexican boy, right? That’s where the stereotyping ends. I am every bit an American as I was a Mexican. Everyone in my family speaks English, but we all speak Spanish, too. I am just as likely to have spaghetti one night, stir fry the next, and burritos on the third. I was sixth generation, so you should be surprised that we have any Mexican traditions left.
I like the way I look; none of that “self-hating” crap that’s thrown around on sitcoms and Woody Allen movies. I have one sister and no other siblings. I’m 17 years old and a Junior in high school, oh, I’m on the varsity football team, too. But I’m not some major jock; I’m second string. I’m short, well… shortish. I’m a proud 5’6 tall, but thick, weighing in at 180 pounds. Don’t feel bad for me, those 180 pounds aren’t fat. I’m pretty muscular. I got a good dark, tan going, both from genetics and from spending a lot of my free time outdoors. Lucky, those same genetics made it so I rarely ever get a sunburn. I’ve got brown hair, with highlights from the sun, and I am told a “warm face”, whatever that means. And, uh, just between us guys, I’m no wimp down there either. I’ve checked out the other guys in the showers. I can keep up with the big boys. It’s a good size, landing on either side of eight inches, depending on how horned up I am. It kinda thick, the shaft is a little bigger than the head, which isn’t so common, but doesn’t exactly make me a freak. The girls I’ve been with all say it feels weird, but nice. I’m cut, so I’m like most of the guys on the team in at least one way.
Well, I suppose its time I get to- I don’t even know what to call it… “the order of events”, is all that really comes to mind. You have to understand, it’s pretty weird for me to think about it, let alone write about it. It was last January, just after Winter Break, and every student had that long stretch of unbroken school days to look forward to until spring break. I had left Calculus to go take a whiz and on the way over saw this tall kid walking the same way as me, and into the restroom. I did the usual head nod and muttered a friendly “sup”. The Guy’s restroom isn’t exactly the place to be chatty. He muttered back, but with a bit of squeak; I figured he must have been a freshman. I walked up to the urinal and unzipped; the kid walked up and took the urinal right next to me, which kinda bugged me, cause there were, like, 5 urinals total, but I wasn’t about to go postal on some freshman over something as small as standing too close to me. But now that he was standing right next to me, I could see how tall he really was; back then he seemed huge, like, 6’6. Now I know he was really only 6’1, but still, that’s pretty tall for a freshman, Hell, that’s pretty tall period. He had brown hair and brown eyes, and had walked with that strange gait that tall people walk with, when they aren’t used to being tall yet. Oh, here's a picture of him in the water. After the end of the school year, we rented a small place down by the beach. I took this photo yesterday while he was asleep.
As I was doing my business I took the chance to look down and around to see how the kid measured up to me. Apples and oranges came to mind. Mine was thick and hung down low on me all the time. His was thinner than mine, like most guys actually, and he still had his foreskin. Our balls were about the same though, both a good respectable size.
I think this is where I went wrong… As I was looking the kid over, just for a split second, I thought, “I wonder how different the world must look from up there”.
I zipped up, washed my hands and left the kid, still at his urinal.
It was the following weekend that I first noticed anything. I had had a girlfriend, but we had broken up in the middle of the summer, and I hadn’t started anything serious since then. So, you can guess what I do with my free “alone time”. I was showering, just before going to bed, beating my pud. Except, once I got it up, it didn’t feel like my pud. Every guy knows his equipment; mine had had been thick and brown with a thick and broad patch of dark brown hair around it. The meat in my hands now was pale and thin, and actually, longer, with thin dirty blond hairs just surrounding the shaft. There was foreskin there, too. My balls had lost their color and they seemed a little higher. It felt so weird. Before, when I had jerked it, it was a thick, slow feeling I got. It traveled like honey, from my crotch up past my stomach and spine and finally into my head. Now, it was different, it was quick and light, I felt like I could float away; it was rushing through my head. The sensations had come so quickly and so sharply. What else could I do but go on. So I did. And it was amazing. Even the consistency was different. It had gone from thick and oozing out, to thin and shooting across the shower. It still seemed like the same amount, though.
I don’t think I have to tell you how weird the whole experience was. I remember I had thought I was dreaming. So I left the shower, toweled off, and fell asleep. The thing with dreams is; in the morning, they fade away. This new thing between my legs, did anything but fade away in the morning. No, in fact, like most of the things between teenage guys legs, mine made itself very noticeable. I checked, it was still there; still different. I double checked, damn! Still there. So I thought to myself, Okay, I have new junk. It not too bad, I mean, its not like the whole world knows exactly how it looked before, so there’s no reason they should notice a difference now…Shit! Except the football team, they would notice it, and if I didn’t shower, they would notice that, too. Pretty logical, huh? I thought the same thing at the time.
So, I got dressed in a pair of jeans, a graphic Tee, a pair of Adidas, and a beanie and head out to school. It felt weird; this new dick rubbing around in my boxers. Dangling around in there with each step. That was the last day that my world felt at all normal. As the day went on, I noticed more and more things. My shirt began to get loose on me. Being 5’6 and 180 lbs meant that I bought small or medium sized clothes; it also meant those clothes were usually stretched across my body, sometimes too they were too snug. By lunch, my clothes were fitting a little too well. My feet started to hurt around lunch, too. I had come to school wearing size 9 ½s. When I pulled my foot out of them before lunch ended, it looked like I would be better off with size 11s. My socks even looked weird. They were all bunched up and had fallen down loose around the ankle. It wasn’t long before I realized my legs were a lot thinner then they had been that morning. I also noticed how I didn’t have any brown hairs on my shins anymore.
I sat quietly and almost not-there through art class, until the bell rang and I realized it was time for football practice. My clothes were billowing around me as I walked, except now I felt the air against my bare skin. My ankles were starting to peak out between my crumpled socks and my pant legs. I walked faster to the gym, but before I could get there, a group of sophomore girls whistled at me, yelling “Show us that tight little six pack!” My stomach was showing now, between the space of my shirt and my boxers. I tugged on my shirt to try and bring it down and ducked into the lockers. I undressed and started to get into my football gear. My body was so different now. My tan had shifted from brown to gold. Most of my body hair was gone, and my muscles had all shrunk, but tightened up with new definition. I looked around to see if anyone in my aisle had noticed me. What I noticed was that I could see over the lockers, when I wasn’t able to the week before.
I finished suiting up and jogged out to the field. I was already getting in position before I realized my football gear shouldn’t fit, but did. I started to panic. I didn’t know what was going on, how any of this was happening, or why no one was noticing or talking about these huge, obvious changes that were happening to me. I started Hyper-ventilating. I’m embarrassed to say this, but, I kinda passed out. When I woke up, I was on one of those shiny vinyl beds in the nurse’s office. The nurse looked up and told me I was fine, and that my brother was waiting for me. I had no idea what was going on so I simply walked out of the office. And there he was, waiting for me; the tall brown haired boy from the bathroom. I tried to ask him what was happening but stuttered, and felt drowsy. He put his arm around me and guided me to the student parking lot. He strapped me in to his car and we drove away. He started saying something, but I fell asleep in the car and I woke up again on another couch. Before I could ask, he told. He told me everything. Well, everything he could. His name was Charlie, but it used to be Kevin. He had been a small Korean boy, attending college early. It had been this last Summer. He had been 18 and in his third year when he meet a tall black boy. He had shared a table with him in the library. Charlie told when he thought it all began for him; just for a second, he wondered what it would be like to be different. From that point on, his story was pretty much identical to mine. The changes, how no one seemed to notice, how the world even started to change in the end. He told me everything would be alright, that even though I looked different now, I wouldn’t lose myself. I’d just gain another self. He said that whenever something came up that had to do with this new body, the knowledge or memory would just pop up in his brain. But he still remembered his old life; he even still knew how to speak Korean. He told me the world would continue to shift around me, like it did for him. He told me to look in my wallet; inside was a different ID picture, but I knew it was my picture now. It said I was 15, a freshman, and that my name was Andrew. Charlie told me no one ever seemed to notice, and the best we could do was just move on. He said his tuition money had moved with him, and no one had ever questioned why a high school freshman was living alone. I asked him why the nurse had called him. He said the world was remaking itself that way, and when he saw me, he knew who I was, and what was happening to me. He said he felt responsible for what happened to me, and for better or worse, the world had chosen him to be my brother. He showed me his ID, we had the same last names now, and we had both just turned 15 on the same day. He told me we we’re supposed to be fraternal twins or something, even though we didn’t look anything alike.
Anyways, the next day I went to school with him and nothing happened. No one said anything. I felt like the new kid in school, but I wasn’t. I attended the same freshman classes as Charlie, and no one said anything. In fact, when people spoke to me, I knew exactly what they were talking about, and who they were. The second I heard their voice or if their name was mentioned in a conversation, memories and feelings would all pile into my head. It was strange to see all my old friends, too, but hurt to have none of them recognize me. At the end of the day we walked to the gym and went to the locker rooms. I turned to go the football section but stopped. I turned around and saw Charlie waiting for me. I went back to him and led the way outside of the gym and out to the pool. I stripped off my pants and found a pair of Speedos beneath them. The coach walked by and mentioned something about my interval being too slow and that he knew I could do better. I knew exactly what he was talking about. Me and Charlie jumped in the pool, and started swimming. I was swimming strokes that I had never known before, and practicing drills that I had never heard of. After about an hour and a half, we had a small break. I asked Charlie if there were any other changes he could tell me about. He said there was one other big change he had gone through, but that I’d discover that it, if and when it happened.
This new life isn’t so bad. I make a very tall freshman. I’m 6’1, just like Charlie. I wear size large clothes now, but that’s only so I’m not showing bare skin to the world. My feet got a lot longer but are kinda narrow now, I usually wear size 12s now, but when I’ve started to wear converse a lot now, too, size 13s, I wasn’t able to wear them before. Down below is a picture of me at out last swimmeet. I get frustrated sometimes though, having to sit through classes that I’ve already taken and pass tests that I already know the answers to, but it’s kinda nice when I get A’s on all my assignments. Charlie’s a really cool guy, too. There are a couple of photos of us from this summer at the bottom. I'm alittle uncomfortable with one of them, but Charlie said if I was gonna write about what happened, that I had to put it up. He had really caught me by suprsise that day. No one ever asks him about his driving, his house, or where he gets his money, but he said he’s anxious to get a part time job anyways. We spend a lot of time together. It’s not like we don’t have friends at school, but its weird for both of us to spend time with friends we were “given” by the world. We’ve grown real close, too. I mean, of course we have, we live together now, and he’s the only person I can talk to about this whole mess. He’s the only one who understands why I cry sometimes, and how badly I miss my family. He gets me. He told me there was one more change. I think I know what it is now.
I think Charlie and I are… I think we’re…
I have to go now, Charlie just got back from the grocery store and he needs my help bringing it all in.
END