A Better Basketball Player

“Holy shit! How the hell…” said Shawn, looking down at his new smooth, caramel-colored skin and tight, defined muscles, “It must’ve been that crazy old lady at the fair last night. Yeah, that’s right! She told me to make a wish, and I wished that I had the perfect body for playing basketball, and… Wow… This can’t be real, man!”

As Shawn walked around his room, he noticed things were different. Among his pile of dirty clothes, there were all kinds of basketball shorts and jerseys, and on his shelf, instead of books, there was now a collection of basketball trophies and medals. On his dresser, he saw his new self pictured with a group of people he didn’t immediately recognize. But as he studied the picture, he realized it was his family. In the picture, though, they were all black, like him. And they were all smiling and good-looking, and looked somehow better-off than they all had before.

“Weird…” said Shawn, for the first time realizing that his voice now even had a little bit of an accent to it.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. He scrambled to find a pair of basketball shorts and slid them on over his firm ass. His big new cock hung loosely in front of him in the shorts. Damn, the cool, silky material felt good against his muscular thighs!

“Honey?” came a voice from the other side of the door.

A woman poked her head in – a beautiful black woman, the same as Shawn had seen in the picture on his dresser.

“Mom?” he said.

“Jesus, Shawn!” said the woman, “Put some clothes on, honey. I’ve got your breakfast ready, and you better hop in the shower. We gotta hit the road in 15 minutes, you hear me? You’ve got early practice this morning, remember? Shawn… are you ok, baby?”

“Yeah… Mom,” said Shawn, cracking a big smile, “I’m good. I’m… really good!”

“You sure you don’t want me to call Coach and let him know you’re gonna be a little bit late for practice this morning?”

“No, Mom!” said Shawn excitedly, “I’ll be right down, I promise! I wouldn’t miss practice for the world!”

“OK, baby,” said Shawn’s mom, “Teenagers. You know, I just don’t get it sometimes.”

“Love you, Mom!” said Shawn, giving his mom a kiss.

“Love you too,” she said, closing the door, “Don’t forget you gotta eat breakfast. Can’t have momma’s little basketball star going to practice hungry!”

“Mom!” said Shawn, pushing the door shut, “I’ll be down in a few, ok? Just gimme a sec!”

As the door shut, Shawn leaned up against it, hardly containing the huge smile that spread across his new handsome face. He freely ran his hands along his new abs and pecs, tightening them and admiring how they popped out from his body.

“Man, I hope this isn’t a dream!” he said, “Because I could get used to this!”