The Perfect Guy, Chapter One.

By Erick S.

"Wake up!" Andrew Jenkins heard his mom calling from downstairs. His alarm hadn’t even gone off yet. Or maybe he’d slept through it again.

He replied by rolling over and refusing to budge from the blankets. Finally, he decided to open his eyes and get out of bed. It was Monday, a brand new week of school, and a brand new week of torture planned out by the teachers, or the students.

Before long, he was off to school, backpack in hand and ready to go to his first class.

His day started out with math, the most boring class of all. His teacher was droning on and on about some formula that he didn’t understand, and couldn’t imagine ever using anywhere outside of this stupid class. The teacher, Mr. Dodds, was an old bald guy who had been around for years. But that didn’t make him any more interesting.

He stared around the room, and out the window, hoping the torture would end, or that something interesting would catch his eye. No luck, as he still had another hour.

"I wish this class would become more interesting..." he muttered under his breath.

He decided to waste his time by staring at the teacher pretending to listen, when suddenly, a neatly-folded piece of paper dropped in front of him. He turned slightly, faking a stretch, and looked for the person that sent it. The rest of the class looked just as bored as he was. None of them even looked at him or showed that they sent a note.

Carefully, he unfolded the note and began to read it.

To my new friend,

You look so bored, just sitting there. Here's a game to amuse yourself into. Have fun! I know I did!

Your new friend.

He looked at the so called "game". All the instructions said was to answer the questions as truthfully as possible. If you stop or don't answer, something bad will happen... Good luck!

Andrew sighed, seeing there were still a lot of time left, and delved further into the note. The top read, "If You Were The Perfect Guy... Questionnaire." He looked down at the first question, only slightly weirded out.

Question 1: If you were the perfect guy... what would your handwriting be like?

“What a strange question,” Andrew thought, though he was always being told that his handwriting was messy.

He wrote down that his handwriting would be a little bit neater, and as he did so, his fingers gripped the pencil just a little bit more confidently, and he sat up a little straighter in his desk. As he completed writing the sentence, he took a quick second to look over what he had written and finished his thought with a neat period at the end. He moved on to the next question.

Question 2: If you were the perfect guy… what kind of music would you listen to?

Andrew paused for a second, thinking about the music he had on his phone. He’d been listening to a lot of Ariana Grande and, yes, a fair share Austin Mahone’s new album lately. Not that he thought there was anything wrong with that, but he always thought it would be cool if he knew a little bit more about what some of the other guys in his class were listening to, in case the subject ever came up.

“I’d still like pop music,” he wrote down, “But I’d also probably listen to a lot more country stuff, like Luke Bryan and Florida Georgia Line.”

In his pocket, his iPhone was busily building new playlists that would be more in line with what the other guys at his school were listening to. Suddenly, Andrew had “Country Girl (Shake It For Me)” stuck in his head. The next question was an easy one.

Question 3: If you were the perfect guy… what would your favorite color be?

He couldn’t think of any reason why that would change, but then he saw his classmate, Trevor Owens, sitting in front of him, dressed head-to-toe in his purple and gold football gear. Thinking a little more school spirit couldn’t hurt, Andrew jotted the colors down.

“The school colors, purple and gold.”

Looking at Trevor’s jersey now, Andrew felt a certain swelling of pride. He couldn’t wait to go to the game this weekend, all decked out in his own Panthers gear.

Question 4: If you were the perfect guy… would your hair be long or short?

Andrew ran his fingers through the stringy, unstyled mess on top of his head. He kind of wished he could just buzz it all off sometimes, but he wasn’t sure he could pull that off. Otherwise, he didn’t really think about his hair very much. He glanced around the room again, thinking he’d maybe find some inspiration, but he just didn’t know.

“Something medium-length,” he finally wrote, “Thicker than my hair is now, and easy to style, without too much product or anything. Something just sort of naturally choppy and spiky.”

He shrugged, figuring that was as truthful as he could be on that question. Meanwhile, his hair was neatly rearranging itself into a stylish cut that suited his new thicker hair. Just a little bit of styling wax tousled through it in the morning would be enough to give it that simple look that other guys would probably spend all kinds of time trying to recreate.

Question 5: If you were the perfect guy... what color would your hair be?

Andrew had been born with pretty average features all around. Boring brown hair, boring brown eyes. But he always had a thing for blond-haired, blue-eyed guys. So he wrote down, “My hair would be a dark, golden blond.” And just like that, the brown washed itself out of his hair and was replaced by a rich blond color with natural golden highlights.

Question 6: If you were the perfect guy... what color would your eyes be?

Since he’d already answered this question for himself, he quickly wrote down “blue.” On second thought, he erased it and wrote down “baby blue.” No, wait -- he erased it one more time and wrote with a confident smile, “My eyes would be a sparkling baby blue.”

He blinked a few times as his eyes shifted color, becoming a unique shade of blue that did indeed sparkle under the right light.

Andrew was starting to enjoy this game, now. Thinking about the being perfect guy was becoming easier and easier.

Question 7: If you were the perfect guy… what would your complexion be like?

“I would have perfectly clear skin,” he wrote, “No more acne.”

He underlined that last part twice. Acne had made his teenage years terrible enough so far, he definitely didn’t want to deal with that any more. Then, thinking about his blond hair and blue eyes, he wrote “And my skin would be a little bit paler than it is now, but I would still be able to get a nice tan and not burn during the summer.”

His skin became smooth and clear all over his body, any scars gently fading away along with the acne that had plagued him so much since middle school. His skin lightened a few shades, losing some of its original olive tone. Being the middle of September, it still hinted at an end-of-summer tan, one that Andrew would easily be able to get back in the first couple of days of warm weather during spring break next year.

Question 8: If you were the perfect guy… how much body hair would you have?

Sure, Andrew always thought it would be cool to have a whole bunch of chest hair when he was growing up, but now that he’d actually grown some of his own, he didn’t think it was that great. He also thought guys with smooth chests were hotter, so he found the question fairly easy to answer.

“I would have a naturally smooth chest, and light body hair everywhere else.”

The body hair he’d managed to accumulate during puberty so far receded back into his skin, and he felt his t-shirt brush against his now completely-smooth chest. He briefly noticed that the hair on his arms had turned blond, too, though it was so light he could hardly see it.

Question 9: If you were the perfect guy… would you have any facial hair?

“I would be really clean-shaven most of the time, and wouldn’t have to shave much,” Andrew wrote, thinking to himself how much he hated shaving every morning, “But I would be able to grow a goatee if I wanted to sometime.”

He took a moment to rest his baby-smooth chin in his hands and glanced down at the rest of the questionnaire. Halfway through. He faked a stretch again to look at the clock at the back of the classroom. Wow. He had already killed half an hour doing this thing. Maybe he should finish the rest later, and actually take some notes for the rest of class. Somewhere in there, he thought he’d heard the teacher mention something about a quiz on Friday.

A breeze made its way through the classroom and rustled the note on Andrew’s desk. He glanced down at it and saw the words:

You MUST finish the questionnaire now, or suffer the consequences.

“Shit,” Andrew thought. That wasn’t there before. Was it? He figured maybe he could get through the rest of the questionnaire quickly as he picked his pencil back up and dutifully returned to the note.

Question 10: If you were the perfect guy.. what would your voice be like?

“My voice would stay the same,” Andrew wrote. Like his hair, it wasn’t really something that he’d ever thought about, “Maybe it would be a little bit deeper, with a little bit more of a Georgia accent. A real Georgia accent, not like I’m trying to fake it.”

His family had moved to Georgia from New York when he was a little kid, and his lack of an accent had always made him stick out amongst his classmates. Eventually, he’d picked up some Georgia-isms, but he never did feel very genuine about it. He cleared his throat and moved on to the next question.

Question 11: If you were the perfect guy.... what would your body type be? Choose one: Ectomorph, endomorph, or mesomorph.

“I didn’t realize this was going to be a biology test…” Andrew thought.

He thought back to when he’d heard those words before, in Health class last year, when the teacher had made him stand up as an example of a thin, lanky ectomorph. Then, she’d made one of his classmates, one of the muscular jocks from the swim team, stand up to demonstrate a “perfectly proportioned” mesomorph.

“Mesomorph,” Andrew chose as his final answer, “Muscular, but not too muscular. Just really athletic-looking, like a swimmer.”

Perhaps the biggest changes yet for Andrew occurred as he completed the question. His body re-proportioned itself under his clothes, strengthening itself with just enough muscle to fill out his t-shirt. He looked down to see a small, tight pair of pecs jutting out slightly in front of him. His sleeves clung tightly around his baseball-sized biceps. He gave his arms a flex and watched the fabric give a little bit of stretch. This was definitely getting interesting now.

Question 12: If you were the perfect guy… what kind of clothes would you wear?

Moving on, Andrew thought about what kinds of clothes would look good on his athletic new body. He didn’t want to look like some kind of douche all dressed up in Abercrombie or American Eagle. But he thought his wardrobe could afford a little bit of a change.

“I would wear a lot of casual sports and athletic gear. Nike and Adidas t-shirts, basketball shorts, a lot of really cool sneakers,” He remembered his newfound fondness for the school colors and continued, “And lots of purple and gold gear. Go Panthers!”

As he sat in his desk, his cargo shorts reformed themselves into a pair of white Nike basketball shorts. His shirt became a standard-issue purple shirt with “Panthers Physical Education” printed in gold block letters across the front. The off-brand sneakers he was wearing transformed into a pair of Nikes that looked like they’d just come out of the box, neatly laced up and tied. He took a lot of pride in his shoes. He smiled, feeling comfortable in his new clothes.

The next couple of questions didn’t interest him much:

Question 13: If you were the perfect guy… would you have any piercings?

Question 14: If you were the perfect guy… would you have any tattoos?

He wrote down “No” for both of them, without giving it much thought. But the next question caught him a little bit off guard.

Question 15: If you were the perfect guy… how big would your penis be?

Whoa. He was fairly sure that he was blushing now, and looked nervously around to make sure nobody else was reading the note over his shoulder. This was getting a little personal. He shifted in his seat, hoping to cover up his answer a little bit, in case anybody happened to walk by.

“Eight inches soft. Nine inches erect. Thick enough for me to barely be to able to wrap one hand around. And big balls that make a lot of thick, creamy cum.”

Oh, god. He couldn’t believe he was writing this stuff down in the middle of class. He was starting to sweat a little bit as he felt a stirring in his basketball shorts. A noticeable tent appeared underneath the thin, white material. As his dick reached a semi-erect state, the bulge was impossible to hide. Andrew decided that he’d better hurry up and get through the rest of the questions. Maybe he could excuse himself to the restroom and, uh, take care of things down there.

Question 16: If you were the perfect guy… what kind of underwear would you wear?

At the moment, Andrew thought a nice pair of athletic compression shorts would be helpful, so that’s what he wrote down. They didn’t do much to conceal the monster he’d created in his pants, but he did feel at least a little bit more contained.

“Otherwise,” he wrote down, “Mostly tight boxer briefs, maybe a jock strap if it’s the only thing I have clean. Maybe commando sometimes.”

Question 17: If you were the perfect guy… would you be into girls or other guys?

Andrew paused at this question. He’d known now for a while that he was probably gay. There were a few other guys in his class who were gay, and completely open about it, but Andrew couldn’t find the right way to come out about it himself. He was generally a pretty quiet guy to begin with, and didn’t really have anybody at school that he could talk with about his personal life. He thought for a moment that maybe it would be nice to be like those other guys, being totally “out and proud” and all of that, but that didn’t feel right to him.

“I would be bisexual,” he decided, “But I would mostly prefer guys.”

In the long run, he thought, it might be easier for him to be able to explain to people that he was bi, especially if it was true.

Question 18: If you were the perfect guy… what would your sex life be like?

Now confident in his bisexuality, Andrew felt he was able to answer the next question a little bit more clearly. Just because he was bi now, didn’t mean that he wanted to start fucking every guy or girl that walked by. Maybe he wasn’t like most of his classmates, but he still wanted sex to mean something, and he wanted it to be with the right person. He wrote down that he would be more confident in going after someone that he was interested in.

“And when I find the right person,” he added, “I’ll know all the moves to make them happy in bed.”

Truthfully, he wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but he hoped it would serve him well in the future.

Question 19: If you were the perfect guy... what would your intelligence be? One being stupid and ten being high enough to drive the class nerd up the wall.

Andrew was always one of the smartest members of his class, and he wanted to keep it that way. His muscular body and clear skin might give him a little bit more of an “in” now with the popular kids, but he didn’t want to rely on his looks to get him through the rest of high school and beyond. He wanted his intelligence to continue to set him apart from the rest, so he wrote down “9.” He almost wrote down “10,” but he didn’t want to turn himself into some sort of annoying know-it-all.

Question 20: If you were the perfect guy… how old would you be, how tall would you be without shoes and what would you weigh without clothes?

“I would be the same age as I am now, 17,” Andrew wrote, and then he tried to make some quick calculations about his height and weight. He was about 5’8” now, but figured being an even 6’0” would be nice, so that would put his weight at around 160 lbs if he wanted to keep his athletic build? He wrote down 165 lbs, to be safe, and was sure to include that he wanted his muscles to stay in proportion to his new measurements. He realized he might have over-guessed his weight as his t-shirt stretched just a bit tighter over his pecs. He couldn’t believe he was already on the last question.

Last Question: If you were the perfect guy…  what would your name be?

He didn’t see any reason to change his name, so he signed the note “Andrew Jenkins” and laid the pencil down firmly on his desk, giving one final look over the questionnaire and not really believing that he had managed to fill the entire thing out.

He fake-stretched again to take a look at the clock, and saw that there were only five minutes remaining in class. He also noticed Ashley Riggs, the cute girl from the volleyball team, obviously checking him out. He gave her a nod and a slight smile and inadvertently (or maybe not so inadvertently) gave his biceps a flex for her. This also caught the eye of Tyler Cross, one of the gay guys who was in his class. Andrew gave him a nod and a smile, too.

When the bell rang, Andrew hurriedly began to stuff his things into his backpack, excited for the rest of the day at school. Double PE and weight lifting scheduled in the afternoon, and then some time in the pool after school. Swim season would be starting up before he knew it, and he wanted to get in some early conditioning before tryouts. He was determined to finish out his senior year on the varsity team.

He stood up from his desk and adjusted the pronounced bulge in his basketball shorts. Damn, fitting that thing into a Speedo was going to be tricky. He suddenly had a memory of the other guys on the swim team making fun of him for that all the time. He smiled, thinking about all the good times he’d had with his teammates since he first joined the team as a shy, but talented and well-built freshman.

As he zipped up his backpack and turned to leave, a single sheet of paper fluttered out and landed on the floor behind him. It was the questionnaire. He kneeled down down to pick it up, but as he did, he noticed that all of his answers had been somehow erased.

“Huh,” he mused to himself, flipping the paper over to find it just as blank as it had been at the beginning of class.

He crisply folded the note back up and left it squarely on his desk.

“Mr. Jenkins?” he heard his teacher call after him, “I think you forgot something.”

“Thanks, Mr. Dodds,” Andrew said, noticing for the first time the deeper timbre in his voice, as well as the soft Georgia drawl that he now possessed, “But I don’t think I’ll be needing that anymore. It’s all yours.”

He gave his teacher a wink as he sauntered off into the rest of his day, and the rest of his life, as the perfect guy.