Coachella - Day 3

By The Fate of Desire
published April 25, 2019
Summary

As the final day of the festival begins, Raul reflects on a strange dream he had the night before, and is once again visited by Diana.

I shivered in the cool air, fog swirling around me. The area was dimly lit, fare from a few rays of moonlight creeping through the tree branches hanging above me.

“Hello?” I asked, walking forward slowly. My body shook as the sharp air stung my skin; I was dressed in only a pair of white briefs. My bare feet crushed the dry grass and leaves on the ground as I moved.

I scanned the area, searching for signs of where I was. All I could see for seemingly miles was the forest of dead, crooked trees, barren of any form of life. There were no light posts, no houses, and no animals. In fact, the only sound I could hear was my own footsteps and my soft breathing.

“You’re going to get what you deserve,” a voice said, suddenly.

I whipped my head around, trying to find the source of the voice. It was a distorted, low, growl, but then it shifted entirely.

“You deserved to be sentenced justly,” the voice said, now in a high-pitched wail.

Although the voices sounded completely different, I knew it was still the same person speaking.

“Who’s there?” I said, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I tightened my fists, readying my body into a defensive position. It had to be one of the warlocks that were angry that I got off on probation. Traditionalists in our world tended to go to great lengths to “preserve” their customs and prevent any form of liberal thought from seeping into their world.

Suddenly I saw Carlos standing out in front of me, also clad in only underwear. His eyes were shut, but his arms were tied above his head attached an invisible beam above his head.

“Carlos!” I said, yelling.

A large, shadowed hand materialized over Carlos’ torso, casting a dark, red hue over his body. It tensed up, looking more like a claw the closer it got to his skin.

“Don’t touch him,” I said, now sprinting as fast as I could to get to my friend.

The claw inched closer and closer, Carlos entirely oblivious to the danger he was in. He seemed be in a trance, completely motionless, completely defenseless.

“Stop!” I said.

But it was too late. The claw dug into Carlos’ meaty chest as he began to scream in agony. He writhed against the sharp nails of the creature assaulting him, his eyes suddenly flinging open in pain. His entire body tensed up and squirmed into violent spasms as a deep booming voice cackled throughout the entire forest.

Carlos let out a deafening scream as sweat began to pour down his body.

“Carlos!” I said, screaming. I stretched my arm out towards him, trying to make contact with his body.

“You will fail,” the voice said, laughing into the night.

My eyes shot open as I jolted up in bed. I was drenched in sweat, and I had thrown the sheets completely off myself in my sleep. The shorts I had worn last night stuck to my hips like glue, weighed down by the moisture of my perspiration.

“You okay, Raul?” Carlos said, sitting in the bed to my left.

I turned to him, my chest heaving up and down. I placed my hand over my heart, attempting to bring my breathing back to equilibrium.

Carlos stared at me, his eyes filled with concern. He had his sheets down just over his hips, his muscular torso gleaming in the faint sunlight through the window. He pulled his sheets back, revealing a pair of stripped blue and white boxer briefs that left very little to the imagination.

“Seriously,” Carlos said, striding over to my bedside. “You’ve been kind of bugging out since you took the molly. I’m really sorry – I shouldn’t have offered it to you.” He placed his hand on my leg as he sat beside me, pulling my sheets back onto the bed and covering us both.

“No,” I said, holding my throbbing head. “Other than this slight hangover, your drugs aren’t why I’ve been freaking out lately. I just have… a lot on my plate at the moment. I’m sorry.”

“Okay,” Carlos said, squinting his eyes. He didn’t seem convinced. “Well, whatever you need, remember I’m here okay? You don’t have to deal with anything alone.” He stroked his hand over my left thigh, purposely avoiding going too high, staying closer to my knee.

I nodded my head, smiling, taking my right hand to place it over Carlos’.

“I’m sorry,” I said, again. “I don’t mean to be such a damn buzz kill.”

“Nah,” Carlos said, laughing. “You’re not a buzz kill. We might be a few years a part, but I kind of feel like your older brother. I want to protect you. I remember how easily overwhelmed I got when I was 21. I’ll do my best to help you get through whatever you’re going through.”

I held in a laugh at Carlos’ subconscious irony. He may be 25, but biologically I was still 28 – although I did prefer keeping my dream body around 24. I appreciated his gesture, though, even if it was both misplaced and mildly patronizing.

“Thanks, man,” I said, genuinely.

“No problem, little dude,” Carlos said, squeezing my knee.

I jumped slightly, generating a chuckle from Carlos.

“Oh?” he said, squeezing my knee once more.

“Stop, Carlos,” I said, giggling. “I’m kind of ticklish.”

“Oh, are you now?” Carlos said, repeating his actions a few more times.

“Seriously,” I said, trying to squirm away from the much stronger man, to little avail. “I hate getting tickled.”

“But,” Carlos said, squeezing slightly tighter and inching slightly closer to prevent me from moving. “Is it distracting you at all?”

“Yes,” I said, near hysterics. “Cause now I just want to fight you.”

“You?” Carlos said, a smile crossing his face. “Fight me? How well do you think that would work out, huh, little dude?”

I tried making a serious face to prove I meant it, but felt myself be betrayed by the increasingly high pitched giggles escaping my lips.

“Carlos,” I said, whining now. “Pleaseee. Okay, okay. I won’t fight you. You win, you win. Just please stoppp.”

I collapsed onto the bed as Carlos now rolled over on top of me, trying to find new areas he could torture me. The weight of his body against mine made me feel even more powerless than before. More awkward, I felt my small bulge against his muscular ass, making me feel even smaller than I usually did around him.

“You want me to stop?” Carlos said, poking at my sides and legs.

“Yes!” I said, nearly shouting as tears formed at the corners of my eyes.

“Awww, fine,” Carlos said, rolling off me. He got off the bed and adjusted his boxers before turning back to face me. He was panting, a little sweat forming in the crevice of his chest. “Feeling better now?”

Better? I scoffed. The sweat I woke up in felt like it only had gotten worse after Carlos’ torturous attack. I pulled the sheets back over my hips, trying to hide the involuntary semi that had formed throughout that ordeal.

“Yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Don’t you dare ever do that again.”

Carlos burst into a deep, baritone laugh; his hands now on his hips.

“Alright, alright,” he said, throwing his hands up in a guilty manner. “Maybe I got a little carried away. I won’t do it again.”

I rolled my eyes again before tossing my legs over the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, not entirely believing him. I grabbed my backpack from the corner of the room, taking out a pair of clean briefs and socks, and a small bag of bathroom amenities I had brought from my place. “I’m going to shower to get this sweat off me.”

“Okay,” Carlos said, grabbing the hotel room phone. “I’m gonna order some breakfast. You want anything?”

“Uh,” I said, racking my brain for anything that sounded appetizing. “I don’t know - just toast, eggs and orange juice. Lots of orange juice.” My hangover wasn’t awful, but it definitely didn’t feel great. OJ sounded delicious at the moment.

“Ayeee,” Carlos said, punching the room service button. “Good idea – hydration, and… mimosas.”

I laughed as I shut the bathroom door behind me. I grabbed my phone from the outlet near the sink, where I had left it the night before.

After the festival last night, Carlos and I proceeded to keep drinking, lasting until nearly 3:30 a.m. I went to the bathroom to relieve myself and find a working power outlet, and when I went back in the room, Carlos was already passed out on the bed. I took the opportunity to shoot Chad a few texts summarizing our day, and headed to bed myself.

Now, about 10:27 a.m., Chad had finally responded to my lengthy paragraphs around 9 this morning. He was thrilled about the fun I was having, less than thrilled when I mentioned I had been high as fuck. He wasn’t mad, though. He wasn’t a controlling person – he just wanted to make sure I was being safe.

I spent the next few minutes texting Chad, telling him I would call him once I finished showering and eating the room service Carlos was ordering.

I turned on the shower and stripped my shorts off my waist. Too lazy to wait for the water to warm up, I stepped into the running water, instantly regretting it. I jolted back away from the freezing cold jet stream, knocking off a couple soap bottles in the process.

“You good?” Carlos said, shouting from the next room.

“Yeah,” I said, shouting back. “I’m fine.”

Once the water was at an acceptable temperature, I stood underneath the stream, letting the heat soothe my aching muscles. I lathered my loofa and began to coat my body in the thick suds from my body wash.

Today was the last day of the festival, and I was pretty bummed. I was having such a good time, and it was quickly coming to an end. I remembered that Carlos had mentioned he wanted to hang out often once we returned to LA – but with both of our busy schedules, I wasn’t sure how frequent that would be possible.

But I was definitely ready to see Chad again. To feel his body against mine… To have his arms pinning down mine… To feel his strong legs on each side of me… To have his…

I closed my eyes, absentmindedly reaching down and groping myself through the soap bubbles. My fingers slipped down my shaft and between my legs even further, until the reached my pert ass. I spread my legs, rinsing the soap from my body.

“Chad,” I said, moaning, as I continued to play with myself.

Fuck, I said, feeling my pent up tension get closer and closer to release. I slid my fingers inside myself, coating two, then three, then four at once. I bucked back and forth; imagining Chad taking me places I desperately longed to be.

Four months ago, these actions would have made me ashamed. I had been a strict, top-only gay man. But, after my transformative changes, the thought of topping felt entirely foreign to me. With my diminished size, muscular and member-wise, and increased desires to submit, I longed for my now much larger boyfriend to take me.

“Chad,” I said, feeling the pressure about to explode.

“Raul,” Carlos said, rapping at the door.

I opened my eyes, my cock’s contents exploding against the shower walls. I panted, trying to gain the composure to speak.

“Y-yeah,” I said, gasping.

“The room service is here!”

Already? Hadn’t he called like what, ten minutes ago?

“I’ll be out in a minute,” I said, quickly scrubbing the shower and myself again, cleaning up. I sped washed the rest of my body, my hair, and repeated my body again for good measure. As I rinsed off my face, I heard a notification go off on my phone.

Turning off the shower, I grabbed the towel I left hanging over the shower door. I hurriedly dried my skin off, slipping my briefs and socks on, feeling mildly self-conscious if Carlos had heard me in the shower. I was still adjusting to my increased sex drive, and clearly, it was winning.

Grabbing my phone from the charger, I walked out into the bedroom, my hair still not entirely dry. As I pulled up a chair to the small table in the corner of the room where Carlos was already sat, I felt a few water droplets drip down my lithe chest and stomach. I felt my face flush, regretting not wearing any other clothes. I sat down, pulling the uneaten plate towards me, and smiled at Carlos.

“They were really fast?” I said, still confused at their efficiency.

“Right?” Carlos said, scarfing down a couple slices of bacon. He looked up at me and smiled. “Do you want me to get you a shirt? You look a little… uncomfortable.”

My face flushed even further, kicking myself for not being able to hide my emotions very well.

“Sorry,” I said, for about the millionth time that morning. “I’m just a little shy around you, I guess.”

“Don’t be,” Carlos said, moving on to his eggs. “Like I told you last night, I think you have an incredible body. Way more built than I ever was at 21, and even aside from that, you’re just a beautiful guy, Raul. You don’t have to be self-conscious around me, I’ll never judge you…”

His voice trailed off at the end of his sentence and he tried to clear his throat.

“Woah,” he said, rubbing his chest. “I… I’m feeling really weird…”

“What?” I said, starting to stand up. “Are you choking? Do you need water?”

“No,” Carlos said, still rubbing his chest. “I’m not… I just… I’m… It feels like I’m falling…”

My eyes widened at his choice of words and I glanced down at the food. I gasped when I noticed a slight shimmer in all the food, including my own. A small sparkle that no mortal could ever notice; the food was enchanted.

Carlos reached towards his glass of orange juice, already nearly empty, and I grabbed his hand.

“No, don’t drink that,” I said, almost snappily. “I’ll get you water, wait. Just don’t drink that, it’s tainted.”

“What?” Carlos said, panic in his voice. “Is it poisoned?” he started to stand up, his balance unsteady from the couple inches of height he had already lost.

“No, it’s not, it’s,” I said, unable to find the words. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and opened it, placing it against Carlos’ lips. “Drink this; trust me.”

Carlos drank the water as I tried to lug his heavy body towards his bed. His eyes were wide from fear as he continued to go through his transformation. He stared at his body, watching his limbs creep closer and closer, and the fibers of his muscle tissue dissolve into themselves.

“Raul,” Carlos said, as we finally reached his bed and we sat down.

Thousands of thoughts were rushing through my head. Could I stop this? If he vomited it, would it end? I scrambled to find any sort of an answer.

“Raul,” Carlos repeating, more panic in his voice than before.

“It’s okay, Carlos,” I said, rubbing his rapidly thinning legs. “It’s going to be okay.”

He already must have lost nearly 5 inches of height and dozens of pounds of muscle. Each time his chest heaved, it looked smaller and smaller. I could feel his legs becoming skinnier beneath my hand.

There was nothing I could do to stop this. Even if he regurgitated everything, the enchantment had already begun. If I attempted to cast any kind of reversal spell, the enchantment would inflict itself onto me too, causing god knows what havoc on my own body.

“What’s happening to me, Raul?” Carlos said, beginning to cry as his voice crept upwards, retreating from his healthy baritone into a tenor timbre.

“Carlos,” I said, grabbing his arms. They looked to be about half the size they were just moments before, and still shrinking. “Look at me. Look at me.”

He stared at me, tears slowly running down his face. His facial hair faded into his skin, giving him a youthful, clean-cut look. Not a speck of stubble remained, making me wonder if he was even capable of growing a beard at all anymore. His jawline and cheeks softened slightly, ridding him of the sculpted Adonis features that made his modeling work so striking. He didn’t look 25 years old anymore. He looked closer to my age, maybe even younger… I couldn’t tell.

“Carlos,” I repeated. “Just breathe. Focus on me, and breathe. This will be over soon, I promise.”

Carlos vehemently shook his head, as if agreeing with me would make the transformations occurring to his body stop quicker.

I wrapped my arms around my friend, feeling his thin arms wrap tightly around me. I could feel his pecs dwindle beneath mine until there was hardly a divide between our chests any longer. He wrapped his skinny legs around mine, and I could feel his knee dig into my back. He shook in my arms as I rubbed his back. I squeezed tighter, trying my best to calm him down.

Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. I chanted in my head repeatedly. Don’t take him away from me. Let this stop soon. He didn’t eat all the food. Please stop. Please stop.

We sat there in silence, my former stud of a friend clinging to me desperately for protection. After what felt like hours, but was truly only a few minutes, I felt the changes cease.

“Raul,” Carlos said, his voice now higher than mine. “I think it stopped.”

He let go off my body and stared at me, his eyes still wide open like someone who had seen a ghost. He untangled his legs around me and stood up, almost losing his balance in the process. His previously skin-tight boxer briefs now hung on his hips, a couple sizes too large. His current bulge dwarfed in comparison to his past jutting package. His ass, however, remained almost as supple as it was before, this time filled with more fatty tissue rather than muscle.

He walked over to the full-length mirror attached to the closet door in front of me and he began trembling once more.

“Oh my god,” he said, crying harder this time.

I stood up, walking over slowly. As I stood directly next to him, I saw he was nearly my height, perhaps just half an inch taller than me now. I shut my eyes tightly, remembering what I thought was a hallucination last night during the DJ’s set, but now realizing it was a vision. My dream this morning too: all ominous, threatening visions.

“Carlos,” I said, placing my hand on his shoulder. “I’m… I’m so sorry.”

He turned to look at me, shaking with every breath he took.

“What the fuck, Raul” he said, sniveling. “I look at tiny as I was when I was 21 again, but I’m so short too. I don’t understand. I don’t…” He continued to cry as he wrapped his arms around me.

The pieces began to click in my mind: Carlos’ confession about being a much smaller man just a few years prior. Someone must have been eavesdropping on me for a while now, waiting for me to slip and start my arrangement with the council. They knew it would be unlikely they would be able to do something directly to me, but someone I had just recently grown close to and could let my guard down… I couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened to me if I ate the food as well.

“Well,” a voice said behind us. “I guess I was wrong about you yesterday.”

“How the fuck did you get in here,” Carlos said, reflexively hiding behind me.

“Diana,” I said. “You have to believe me; I didn’t do this.”

She stood in the bathroom doorway, smoking once more, one hand on her hip as she took a long drag.

“What,” Diana said, blowing her smoke out the opened window. “Couldn’t stand seeing a well-built man tower over you? Missed having all that power stored inside your own body? So, what? You turn him into someone smaller than you?”

“What is she talking about, Raul,” Carlos said, turning to look at me.

“Diana,” I repeated. “I didn’t do this. Look at the food.” I pointed to table just a few feet in front of her.

She strolled over to the table, grabbing a strawberry from the small fruit dish in the middle of the table. She dusted her finger over the surface, examining the sparkled powder.

“An enchantment?” She asked, scrunching her face. “But… but why?” She turned to look at me, examining my face.

I squeezed Carlos hand as he continued to stare at me, his breath reverberating in my ear.

“You’re not lying,” Diana said, finally. She snuffed out her nicotine stick in my eggs before walking over to Carlos and I. She glanced at me before taking a careful look at Carlos, starting at his head and working her way down to his feet.

“Fuck,” she said, shaking her head. “Why do the most beautiful men get the cruelest punishments?”

“What the fuck is happening, Raul,” Carlos said, ripping himself from me. He glared at me, puffing his chest back. If the situation weren’t so dire, I might have chuckled at the sight: the former 5 foot 11, nearly 200-pound man attempting to look just as imposing in his now 5 foot 5 and half inch, 110-pound frame.

I turned to my new friend, biting my lip. Fuck, why did things always have to get so goddamn messy.

“Carlos,” I said, putting my hands up defensively. “I can explain.”

“What,” Carlos said, his voice rising. “The fuck, happened to me? Who are you people?”

“I’m a warlock, Carlos,” I said, attempting to inch closer. “Diana, she’s a witch.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Raul,” Carlos said, jutting himself forward aggressively. “I don’t care how fucking small I am right now I’ll still try to beat your ass if you had anything to do with this.”

I closed my mouth, clenching my jaw repeatedly.

“I didn’t do this to you, Carlos,” I said, trying to maintain my composure. “I’m pretty positive someone that doesn’t care for me very much enchanted the food you ordered to fuck with not only me, but also you.”

“What would they want from Carlos?” Diana said, chiming in.

“I’m not too sure,” I said. “They probably wanted to catch me off guard… maybe stop me from continuing with the arrangement.”

“So someone really turned me into this… this twink?” Carlos said, exasperatedly.

“Yes,” I said, softly. “I didn’t think anything like this would happen, Carlos. I’m seriously sorry.”

I spent the next 15 minutes attempting to explain everything, from start to finish. At first, Carlos just stood there; ready to swing at me. But, the longer he listened, the more his body began to relax. His shoulders grew less tense, and the scowl on his face softened, as moisture appeared back in his eyes.

“So,” Carlos said, rubbing his fist over his eyes. “If you can shape shift people, or whatever. Can’t you just change me back? Make look how I’m supposed to?”

“I understand now,” Diana said, sighing. “Whoever did this saw how close you had grown to Carlos, and they knew you’d do anything to restore his body. But that would go against the council’s arrangement… you would automatically fail.”

“Goddamn it,” I said, muttering to myself. “She’s right…”

“What, so I’m just stuck like this?” Carlos said, gesturing at himself crudely. “I have a career, a life! I can’t go out looking like this!”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Diana said, pulling her hair back into a bun. “Just because Raul can’t reverse the changes now, doesn’t mean I can’t get to the bottom of this and see what we can do to restore your body.”

I walked over to Carlos, trying to comfort him. I placed my hand on his shoulder, briefly, before he shrugged me off. He sat on the edge of my bed, placing his head in my hands.

“Well,” I said, processing the information I gained from touching Carlos. “You’re still a model. A great one, actually. Reality hasn’t changed against that. In fact, you’re twice as popular than you used to be.”

“What?” Carlos said, his head whipping up. “Really?”

“Yeah,” I said, equally as surprised. “I guess you were discovered on accident, in a café in downtown. Your agent, Sean, found you there. And you exploded nearly instantly. The world loves you.”

“Me,” Carlos said, standing back up. “Like… this? I’m skinnier than even you.” He walked over, and shook his head quickly. “No offense.”

“None taken,” I said, smiling softly. “I guess your build has helped you get more high fashion, avant-garde work, in addition to the commercial work you were used to in your true body.”

“Woah,” Carlos said, actually smiling. He looked down at his body, rubbing his taunt muscles under his nimble fingers.

“They love me,” he said, muttering to himself.

I turned to look at Diana, who was busy scanning her phone for something.

“What’s your plan?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Considering you have a great deal of enemies in the magic world,” Diana said, still scrolling, “I’m trying to find a couple people who would be willing to stick their butts out to help me get to the bottom of this.” She glanced up at me before turning her gaze to Carlos, who was still busy examining himself. “No pun intended.” She returned back to her phone.

I chuckled: “Probably not the time for jokes, Diana.”

“Yeah, well, humor gets me through most stressful situations,” she said, shrugging. “I’ll try to get this done as soon as I possibly can. Until then, you both have to continue with your day like you initially planned. Whoever attacked you both probably wasn’t counting on either of you not finishing you food, or me being here to monitor you. I have a protection spell around me, from the council. No one knows I’m working on your behalf.”

“Miss Diana,” Carlos said, a strange look crossing over his face. “Sorry… I don’t know why I was so formal about that… but do you think you can give us a couple of those protection spells?”

“I’m afraid I can’t, Carlos,” Diana said, smiling at him. “That would be considered interfering with the arrangement, the same way whoever attacked you is interfering.”

I nodded, lacing my hands behind my head. While it was reassuring to have Diana on my side, it was horrifying knowing the amount of people who probably wanted to see me fail, and the lengths they would likely go to ensure that.

“Don’t worry, Carlos,” I said. “You promised to protect me – well, now I’m promising to protect you; no matter what. I won’t let anything else happen to you.”

Carlos looked at me, resembling a lost puppy, and grinned.

“Okay, Raul,” he said, nodding. “I trust you.”

“Well,” Diana said, putting her phone back into her bag. “I’m off. You boys have fun, and please be safe. If you need me, Raul, call me.” She threw a card at me, before vanishing into the air.

Catching the card before it made contact with my eye, I glanced at it. Diana had the most extra business card I had ever since. An iridescent, holographic print hovered over a dark background:

DIANA KROFT: MIND READER, CONJURER, MEDIUM.

“Raul,” Carlos said, walking over to me. He stood in front of, staring at the ground. He sized me up, and then looked down at himself. “Fuck, I really am smaller than you…”

“Hey, at least you’re a little taller,” I said, smiling awkwardly, trying to diffuse the tension. Carlos chuckled: “Yeah, a massive half inch. So much for being your ‘big bro’ huh?”

I placed my hand on Carlos’ shoulder before bringing him in for a hug. He rested his chin in the crook of my neck, sighing deeply. Feeling him this way, this size… I felt for him. I knew the feeling of loss he was experiencing. I knew the anger he was holding in. I related to the sadness coursing through his body. I would protect him, even if Diana couldn’t fix this. I took my responsibility; he would be mine to watch over from now on.

“You know,” Carlos said, looking up at me. “I know I already told you I thought you had a great body… but seeing it from this perspective, you really do have a beautiful body, man. And now, I’m way more jealous than I was before.”

“You were jealous?” I asked, lifting his face up to look in his eyes.

“Of course!” Carlos said. “I mean, I was never confident when I was still small. And I definitely don’t feel confident right now considering I’m even smaller than I was before. But, you… You carry yourself so well. You embrace your sexuality, your body, your dreams… I admire you, Raul.”

I smiled, looking at the lean man in front of me. He grinned, before pulling us on the bed together to sit. The material from the front of his boxer bunched up a bit, and Carlos stared down at it.

“God, do I even want to see what’s down there anymore?” he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“It takes getting used to,” I said, rubbing his leg.

“Is what she said true?” Carlos said. “You used to be tall and built like me?”

“Yeah,” I said, staring out in front of me, recalling my dream body. “Bigger, I think. It’s starting to become hard to remember entirely what it looked like. I can still imagine parts, fill in the blanks myself… but that almost feels like a lost memory at this point. Like I made it up.”

“I’d love to see how you’re supposed to look,” Carlos said, squeezing my knee.

I jumped: “Don’t even, Carlos.”

Carlos laughed, a higher chuckle than I was used to.

“Okay, okay,” he said, standing up. “Later, however, no promises!”

I giggled; glad to see some of his spunk was back. I walked over to my backpack, pulling out the clothes I was going to wear today.

“Fuck,” Carlos said, looking at his suitcase on the ground, still full of clothes his old body could fit in. “I’m assuming those didn’t change since I didn’t finish eating.”

“That… that seems true,” I said, looking down at the size Large tanks and size 32 shorts resting in Carlos’ luggage. “I can alter them, though. They may not look exactly the same, but I can make them fit this new version of you. Your new, temporary life.”

Carlos grabbed a pair of shorts and pressed them against his hips, reveling in how large they looked appeared in contrast to his thin body.

“That might be necessary,” he said, sighing.

Rubbing my fingers together, the garments shifted. The materials changed, the sizes readjusted, and the colors vibrated in new shades and hues. In mere seconds, the shorts Carlos held against his body modified to fit his new form.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Carlos said.

I held in a laugh, looking at the bottoms in Carlos’ hands. Gone were chino-styled shorts, but instead lay a pair of skimpy, partially-see through reflective bottoms. The rest of his suitcase was filled to the brim with revealing items: mesh, lace, shirts with the collars removed, overalls, distressed jeans and shorts, and so much more. The boxer briefs on his body had changed into to a pair of tight briefs that exposed parts of his cheeks and hugged his moderate bulge. Other similar briefs lay inside the roped pocket of his luggage.

“Hey,” I said, trying my best to sound positive. “You look hot.”

Carlos looked over at me, dropping the shorts on the ground, and placing his hands on his small hips.

“Shut up and get me a drink,” he said, cocking his hip to one side. “I’m gonna fucking need it.”a

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