Expanding Surf Team (Patreon)

He takes a step back and looks at his handiwork.

- There, you're perfect. Welcome to the team.

I'm in shock that it worked. When he asked if I'd agree to it yesterday I mostly thought it was figuratively. Like some sort of initiation rite or hazing, but no, he literally transformed my body to look like him. We weren't exactly identical, but looking down it was like looking at a twin of him. I couldn't help feeling myself up. Lean and strong, just like him. Fast too, I would assume. A sudden thought hits me, and I touch my face.

- Did you change my face too?

My voice sounds the same at least.

- No. As I said, you're perfect.

He moves his gaze up, looking into my eyes. I blush. Most of the doubts I've had that he was hitting on me are gone. Most.

- Almost perfect anyway.

He moves in close to me, keeping eye contact. Our bodies almost touch. He gently puts his hand on my chest and slowly moves it down my new abs. Is this where we kiss, or am I misreading the situation? He looks down and I feel his hand down my shorts. His face is serious again, and that feeling is back. The same warmth as before, but only in my groin this time. Is it growing or shrinking? I don't care, as long as he thinks it's perfect.