Staying Friends
"Dude, you have no idea how much I've needed this." Nick grinned as he packed away his swim shorts, "Golf, beers, beach, hot girls..." He trailed off, his mind wandering and imagining himself poolside, enjoying the sun, "I... what's so funny?"
Logan snorted, "I don't know, man." He crossed his arms, "I wouldn't say you're out of the woods yet. Talk to me when we're actually on the links."
Nick frowned, "Yeah, yeah..." His grin faltered, "But I think I'm in the clear, bro. Emma hasn't..."
His phone buzzed and Nick froze. This had to be some kind of cruel joke. Or the universe's sick sense of humor. Logan looked over, a small grin etched on his face as Nick plopped down on his bed and looked at the notification.
"Who's that?"
"You fuckin' know who." Nick muttered, his other hand brushing through his hair, "No, no, no... I can't... Fuck!" He quickly opened his phone, his heart racing as he called her, "C'mon... pick up."
"What did she say?" Logan asked. Nick didn't bother responding, "Tough break, dude..."
"Emma?" Nick was relieved when she picked up, "Emma, hey... Yeah, hi... Uh can we... Can we talk about this?"
Nick's heart was pounding in his chest. This couldn't be happening again. Not right before spring break. He had plans, things he was looking forward to.
"I just... I was wondering if maybe I could..."
His eyes widened as he watched his rough, calloused hand shift and distort before his eyes. His hard-earned callouses from the gym softening away as his hands became small and dainty.
"No Emma, seriously! I..." It wasn't too late. He still had time. The changes... they weren't too far along yet, "What if... No, I know... But Emma, I didn't..."
"Dude," Logan motioned toward him, "your hair."
Nick nearly tripped on his way to the mirror and gasped as he watched his short cut lengthen and curl before his eyes, the texture becoming soft and silky, while taking on a lighter hue.
"Fuck... No Emma, I'm listening, promise!" Nick replied quickly, his voice cracking slightly on the vowels, pitching upward in a way that sounded entirely wrong for a six-foot-two college linebacker, "I just... When I said we could still be friends, this isn't what I meant."
The break-up had been rough. More than rough. Desperate to comfort her, he'd promised, “We can still be friends.” He never realized just how far she'd take him up on that, turning him into the kind of friend who would shop with her, gossip about cute boys, fuss over clothes, and eagerly tag along whenever she needed her favorite little bestie.
"No! I like being your friend! I didn't mean... I just, not like this, hun!"
Hun? Did he really just call her hun? Before he could even attempt to take it back, a strange, dizzying rush of vertigo washed over him. When he looked over at Logan, his breath hitched. Just moments ago, they had been standing eye-to-eye; now, Nick found himself having to physically tilt his chin up just to meet Logan’s amused gaze. He was barely clearing his friend's collarbone.
"Oh shit, is that...?" Nick watched with growing dread as several of his frat bros gathered in the doorway, "Oh nice, Nico's coming back."
Logan let out a low whistle, looking down at Nick with a predatory grin. "Damn, Nicky. You're barely pushing five-six right now. I could practically pick you up with one hand."
"S-shut up!" Nick squeaked, a defensive pout forming on his lips. He pressed the phone back to his ear, "Emma, please! I'm practically disappearing in my own clothes! You have to stop this!"
He frantically yanked the oversized tee over his head and tossed it aside, baring a torso that was rapidly losing its hard muscle.
"No, Emma wait... I didn't mean...!"
His waist pinched inward sharply, forcing a gasp from his puffier lips. As his pelvis narrowed and shifted, his waistband lost its anchor; his shorts and boxers dropped instantly to the floor around his ankles, pooling at his feet.
"Emma, seriously!" Nick whined, trying to cover his rigid cock with one of his dainty hands, "The bros... we have a trip planned! What if... Maybe... we can find a different time? Please, Emma..."
He ran a hand across the hair dusting his pectorals and stomach, watching it thin beneath his fingers until it gradually vanished altogether. He dragged both palms down his torso, shuddering as the last traces disappeared, leaving his skin completely smooth and hairless.
“Wait… no, no, no,” Nick stammered. “W-what do you mean, the whole week?” His voice cracked into a panicked shriek before settling comfortably into a higher octave. “Emma, no! You can't keep me for, like... seven days! That's, like, forever!”
He glanced helplessly at Logan, then towards his arms as his biceps lost their hard definition, followed by his forearms as they slimmed down. He squeezed one arm, watching the muscle give beneath his fingers.
“I've never... I've never stayed Nico for more than a weekend!” he continued, his words tumbling out faster and taking on an increasingly breathless, expressive quality. “By day three, I won't even remember who I was! I'll forget everything! I'll forget the guys, I'll forget the house, I'll... oh my God, I'll probably forget how to play golf!”
The thick pectoral muscles that had filled out every shirt he owned were shrinking too, losing their firm, sculpted shape until his chest became flatter, softer and more slender. His shoulders followed, narrowing as the broad linebacker frame continued collapsing into a much lighter, more graceful build.
“And what am I even supposed to do for seven days? Go shopping and talk about cute boys and get my nails done?” He gave an incredulous little laugh, then immediately caught himself. “I mean... ugh, obviously I can do that, but that's, like, not the point!”
Around the bedroom, more and more fraternity brothers had crammed in, leaning against the doorframe with wide grins. The room was thick with the scent of cheap beer and body spray. They had all seen this ritual before and knew what was coming.
“Wait, seriously?" Nick's expression softened as he listened to Emma, and before long the panic in his voice had given way to reluctant consideration, "The resort has a spa and a private beach? Okay, that's actually kind of amazing. And you said there's a club at the hotel?”
Logan exchanged an amused glance with the others.
Nick continued, completely absorbed in the conversation. “Okay! Like why didn't you start with that, babe?" He giggled, "But like, I need something cute for the first night, because I'm not wearing those ugly shorts I packed. Maybe something a little tighter… something that actually shows off my ass.”
He turned sideways in front of the mirror, examining his increasingly slender silhouette with open fascination and a breathy sigh. The last traces of his muscular chest and arms melted away, leaving him lean, soft, and lithe, while his hips and backside rounded into something more noticeable and certainly more squeezable.
“And if we're going dancing every night, you're going to have to help me pick out outfits, Emma. I want something really slutty, something tight, tiny, and sparkly."
His smile grew into a wide, eager grin, his tongue darting out to wet his glossy lips.
“Because if there're hot guys walking around, I'm definitely not spending the whole week pretending I don't want them to wreck me.”
He giggled softly, a high-pitched, bubbly sound.
“Like, seriously, Emma, what if there are all these gorgeous, hung guys walking around the resort? I'm supposed to just ignore them? Absolutely not. I'm literally going to be crawling over everyone just to get a taste.”
With a sharp, breathless gasp, his cock aggressively compressed, shrinking down rapidly into a tiny, hypersensitive, leaking little nub between his newly widened, aching thighs.
"Sheesh, that's just sad." Brody snorted loudly from the back of the room, leaning against the door frame with his beer.
Nick whipped his head around, planting one delicate hand on his curvy hip, his lips curling into a bitchy sneer.
"Oh, shut it, Brody," Nick snapped, "Like, seriously? You think you're all high and mighty with your little beer can? Please. Brody, I've like sucked your cock and trust me, it isn't that impressive."
A stunned hush fell over the room for half a second before the entire chapter erupted into uproarious, howling laughter, Brody flushing bright red as the other guys clapped him on the back.
"Ooh, shots fired!" Logan hollered, stepping forward grabbing a fistful of Nick's soft, ass. "Sounds like our favorite little slut's got some mouth on him tonight. What do you say, boys? Think he's ready for a proper send-off?"
Nick shivered, a delicious, full-body tremor rippling through his delicate frame.
"Okay, wait, babe, I literally have to go right this second..." A giddy, bubbling giggle escaped his lips, completely devoid of any lingering trace of the college linebacker, "Oh, trust me, sweetie, I'll take plenty of notes," Nico purred. He flashed a utterly shameless smile toward the sea of grinning fraternity brothers surrounding him. "I'll tell you all about their yummy cocks as soon as I'm done letting every single one of these gorgeous boys utterly wreck me."
With a soft, melodic laugh, Nico ended the call, tossing the phone carelessly onto the unmade mattress behind him.
"Well?" Nico purred, as he reached out, running his smooth, hands up the front of Logan's chest to clutch at his collar. "Are you boys just going to stand there staring at me all night, or is someone going to come give their favorite little slut the proper send-off she's been begging for?"
