It was supposed to be his chill day at the beach.
Cameron adjusted his wide-brimmed hat and slathered a second coat of sunscreen over his pale body, trying not to let the growing irritation show on his face. The waves were small, the sand was hot, and unfortunately, two overly persistent girls from his old high school had spotted him almost immediately when he stepped onto the beach.
“Aww, Cammy! Still pretending to be into boys?” one of them teased, licking a popsicle suggestively.
“Yeah, come on. You’d look so hot with a real girl on your arm instead of—what was it, that barista guy?” the other said, flipping her long bleached hair.
Cameron tried to brush them off. He told them clearly twice, then three times, that he wasn’t interested. He even put his earbuds in. But they only got more persistent and more condescending. They talked about him like he was broken, like his whole self was all a joke or a phase.
So, when they followed him down the shoreline, to where the tide lapped gently against the shore, he finally turned and gave them a long, quiet stare. He had this magic for a reason after all, he thought to himself.
“I warned you,” he said calmly. He made a strange gesture with his fingers and clearly envisioned in his head what he wanted to happen.
The wind died for a moment. The sunlight shimmered strangely on the water. Then, very softly, things began to change.
Their names were Madison and Brittney. They’d grown up as pretty, popular girls, same old story: always the center of attention, always used to getting what they wanted. And they wanted Cameron. Or more specifically, they wanted the challenge of Cameron.
Madison was the first to feel it. She opened her mouth for another taunt, her voice cracked. Literally cracked, as she tried speaking her voice sounded too deep to be hers.
“Ughh, wha—?” she croaked, then coughed, clutching her throat and finding it to feel unusually thick and hard.
Brittney giggled or tried too. but the sound came out sharp and nasal, more like a mocking sneer. “You okay, Mads?” she asked, only to frown at her own voice. “Wait, what the—?”
Their skin began to darken under the sun, but not from a burn. Muscles began to swell beneath their collarbones, at first subtle, then sudden. Popping into place as if something alive was under their skin. Their delicate wrists thickened, and their narrow, painted fingernails curled inward, breaking off as larger hands formed, knuckles cracking and fingers broadening each with a dull thick nail.
“Cam?” Madison asked, but even she could hear the desperate, masculine rasp in her voice now.
Cameron just watched, standing a few feet away as the transformation accelerated.
The girls dropped to their knees in the wet sand, gasping, clutching their stomachs as their waists thickened and broadened. Their hips narrowed, breasts flattening into hard, meaty pecs. Pink bikini tops slipped off and hit the sand with a soft slap. What had once been sun-kissed hourglass torsos were now bulking up into V-shaped gym bros.
Brittney, who now looked about 80% frat pledge, grunted and tugged at the waistband of her bikini bottoms as something stirred beneath them, which something did , her feminine parts reformed, an above average male prostate was pushing itself out of her vigina.
“I feel—oh fuuuck, I feel weird,” she moaned, then let out a guttural laugh as her voice dropped even deeper. “No, bro, this feels good.”
“Bro?” Madison repeated, then blinked. “Wait, yeah—bro. I feel, like—fucking alive.”
Their thoughts were shifting now. You could almost see it happen in their glassy eyes, the way their brows furrowed dumbly in confusion, then eased into cocky smirks.
“Yo, is this what it’s like to be a dude?” Madison asked, flexing his arms and looking at the veins bulging beneath the skin.
“No, man,” Brittney, now mentally calling himself Brock rather than Britt, grinned and scratched his head. “Like. . . aren’t we fucking dudes though.”
Their hair had changed too. Madison’s straight blond waves curled tightly into a mop of sweaty dark curls. Brittney’s tangle of platinum strands faded into a rich, sandy brown and grew denser, more tousled, like the perfect Instagram model the former girls would have thirsted over.
Within minutes, two shirtless young men were standing in the sand where the girls had been, tan, ripped, and glistening in the sun.
And the thoughts that swirled in their newly male brains? Definitely not what they used to be.
“Damn, I need a fuckin’ beer or somethin’,” muttered Brock, tugging on his board shorts, now perfectly formed around his trim waist and generous bulge.
“No joke, bro,” said the other, who was now going by Maddox. “Also kinda feel like...I wanna hit something. Or fuck someone. Or both.”
Cameron stepped back just as they picked up their skimboards, ones that hadn’t existed a minute before. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips. Cameron stood quietly, a glimmer in his eye.
He went back under his umbrella and sat down, content with a job well done. He watched, as they jogged down the beach to go check out some “tight chicks,” Jax and Brock were now prime examples of the straight, cocky fuckbois they’d always fantasized about. Shallow, horny, and mostly brainless, with just enough confidence to make them entertaining.
He watched as Brock clumsily flirted with a volleyball player, slurring a lazy line about “how tight her spike was,” while Jax adjusted his waistband for the fifth time, smirking down at himself like it was the first time he’d seen it.
Cameron let out a slow breath and pulled his hat lower over his face. He happily picked up his book, eager to finish it in his self made peace and quiet. But as he quietly flipped pages he failed to notice the two new beach bros walking towards his set up, lust in their eyes and a determined pep in their step. Not every spell works exactly as you want it to. . .
(A magical spell, maybe, gone wrong. Anyway hope you enjoy this one! Let me know if guy have any story ideas you want to see.)
