My Hero

“Oh thank you for saving me!” said the pretty blonde slung over Bryan’s muscular shoulders, “And even taking off your jacket to cover me up! You’re such a gentleman! Oh gosh, I knew I shouldn’t have left my curling iron on this morning. I don’t know what I was thinking! You’re my hero!”

“Well, you’re very lucky, Miss,” said Bryan, wiping the sweat from his brow, “But I think the police are going to want to you about the damage to the dorm room.”

“Wrong,” said the blonde girl, “I actually think they’re going to want to talk to you.”

A wicked grin came over the girl’s pretty face as her features began to grotesquely melt and roughly reshape themselves. She held a tight grip on Bryan’s arm as she sucked his muscle from him, watching her own arms pulse with new growth as his became small and smooth and thin. She shot up in height as he watched his world seemingly grow around him. In fact, he was shrinking, his frame becoming disgustingly small for someone who had spent every day of his life since he was 17 in the gym. Now the blonde girl was reaping all of those benefits, though, as her body widened and packed on layer after layer of gorgeous, strong, masculine muscle.

Last to go was their faces, as Bryan lost any hint of having been previously male. The blonde girl, however, now looked exactly like Bryan, and used one of her big new hands to feel the handsome contours of her new face. She delighted at the roughness of the light coating of stubble on her cheek.

Their clothes had also swapped, and the blonde girl now found herself in Bryan’s fireman pants and hat, otherwise standing shirtless in the clearing smoke – something she’d always envied guys for. Now, not only could she go around shirtless whenever she wanted, she’d look damn good doing it!

“So like I was saying, Miss,” said the blonde girl, clearing her throat as she adjusted to having Bryan’s deep voice, “I think the police are going to want to talk to you.”

“No!” said Bryan, now sounding helpless and ridiculous, “You can’t do this!”

“Ma’am,” said the blonde girl, taking on Bryan’s authority, “I’m going to have to ask you not to get hysterical here. Please remain calm, and the officer here will be happy to talk to you about what happened.”

A burly man in a police uniform and dark aviator glasses approached them, holding a notepad.

“For Christ’s sake, Bryan,” he said in a gruff voice, “Get yer jacket back on, will ya, and assist the young lady here over to my car. Don’t worry, little Missy, don’t think a pretty little thing like you will get in too much trouble over something like this.”

“Sure thing, Officer,” the new Bryan smiled, taking the girl by the arm and reveling in his new size and strength, “Now you heard the man, I gotta take my jacket back.”

The shaking girl handed the jacket over, slipping it off of her diminutive shoulders. It was so heavy and big, but the fireman took it from her and slung it over his shoulders in one swift move like it was nothing.

“Now I hope you’ve learned a lesson today,” the fireman said, “Fire safety is no joke. Don’t worry, though, Miss. I’ll make sure the officer treats ya real good.”

With that, he finished buttoning up his jacket and jumped onto the firetruck, a wicked grin spread across his handsome face.