Birthday Boy

"Birthday boy?" said Kyle, as he flexed his biceps and showing off his tattoos, "You better call me the birthday MAN now!"

"Now, Kyle," his mother, Karen, said, "You know this will only last for this weekend. Now be a good boy and go put on the new outfit Mommy bought you. We can't have you running around with no clothes on now that you're a 'big boy.'"

"Yeah, whatever, Ma," said Kyle, openly checking out his newly-transformed body in front of his mother, "I'm not a little boy any more. In fact, I'd say I'm pretty damn big now!"

He grabbed his huge 9-inch cock and stuck his tounge out, giggling dumbly.

"Kyle Marshall Weatherford!" exclaimed Karen, "I will not have you acting obscenely in my household! Now, go put on your outfit -- and you can just stay in your room until you've calmed down, young man!"

"Sorry, Ma," said Kyle, "But I really don't think so. You think I'm gonna waste a weekend in a body like this upstairs in my room playing with my toys? I'm gettin' outta here! To the whole world, I look like a big boy now, and I think I'd like to see how that feels."

Kyle lunked off into the laundry room and started looking for some of his dad's clothes to wear. He sure as hell wasn't going to be wearing that stupid outfit his mom had bought for him. He was able to at least find a wifebeater and some shorts. Good enough to leave the house in. He'd been saving up his allowance to buy some new stuff once he got out, anyways. Some much cooler stuff.

"Like I said," he smiled, tossing off he stupid birthday hat his mom had made him wear, "I'm outta here."

"Kyle, no!" Karen said, to no avail, "Oh, dear. All I wanted was for my little boy to finally get to try one of those pills like he's been begging me to do for the past two months. I had no idea it would turn him into that!"

The best she could hope for was that everything would be back to normal once the pill wore off in a couple of days. Until then, she would just have to deal with the fact that her normally quiet, well-behaved little 10-year-old boy was now, at least for the time being, a totally ignorant, muscular and tattooed stud.