The Neighbour's Son
Shit, we didn't expect this to happen.
My wife and I were high school sweethearts. First kiss, first love, first everything. For our anniversary we wanted to switch things up a bit and try something new in the bedroom; or rather, someone new.
Our neighbours are lovely people but you can't say the same about their asshole of a son. His picture's next to the dictionary entry for "overcompensating". He's full of unearned bravado, built like a male model, and the skintight jeans he struts around in leave nothing about the beer can shaped bulge between his thighs to the imagination.
He would've been the ideal body for me to shift into for a weekend romp in a remote cabin. All of the good looks and none of the shitty attitude.
Or so my wife thought. Fuck, she can be dumb. I trusted her with finding the stupid spell, but I think something's gone wrong. The longer I'm in this body the more I'm starting to act like the sexy asshole I look like.
Been letting my wife ride my monster of a cock and treat me like the fine stallion I am... except instead of paying attention to her I find myself more preoccupied with mugging at myself in the mirror. Hot damn, I look good. Got pecs and ass for days.
Speaking of pecs... Mine are getting me more horned up than her saggy pair of tits.
Shit. Maybe this blustering macho act is the neighbour's kid feeling insecure about being into dick.