Chapter 5
Lucas looked down. A tent was pitched in Charlie’s pants. It looked bigger than his own.
He stumbled back like he’d seen a ghost. Voice shaking with shock. “What the-”
harlie looked confused. Followed his gaze downward. Saw her dick swinging between her legs. Nearly passed out.
Holy shit-”
What the fuck is happening?!”
voice like sandpaper scraped out of her throat. She jumped at the sound. “Wait… wait, why does my voice sound like this?!”
he raised her hand instinctively. Saw her arms covered in thick, dark hair. Her whole body trembled.
ucas couldn’t believe it either. He looked up at Charlie’s face. Screamed. “Who the fuck are you?! You’re not Charlie!”
harlie was just as confused about her body. Her voice cracked with tears. “Lucas… it’s me! I’m Charlie!”
You… you can’t be Charlie. Charlie doesn’t look like this!”
harlie was about to lose it. She ran to the full–length mirror in the hotel hallway. One look. She almost collapsed.
er face had completely transformed into a man’s.
ark, oily skin. A thick beard framing her jaw.
er once–proud chest? Flat as a board now. Covered in coarse, black chest hair.
ven her lower body showed unmistakable male anatomy.
There were her tits? Her smooth, pale skin? How did this happen? How did she turn into this fucking monster?!
he let out a bloodcurdling scream. “Why am I a man?! What the fuck is happening?!”
he pulled out her passport. Shoved it at Lucas. “Babe, I don’t know what’s going on either, but it’s really me! I’m Charlie!”
ut her current appearance had absolutely nothing in common with the delicate woman in the passport photo.
ucas’s eyes turned red. No way in hell was he admitting he’d fucked the man standing in front of him.
le grabbed Charlie’s beard and yanked hard, Slapped her across the face without hesitation. “What did you do to Charlie?! You stole her passport?!
She was with me when we got here! Talk! Where is she now?!”
You fucking pervert! Crossdressing freak! Go to hell!”
They started beating the shit out of each other.
stood around the corner. Smiling. Holding up my phone. Recording this high definition footage of two men going from lovers to enemies.
Behind me, Lucas’s so–called “brothers” stood frozen Mouths hanging open at the chaotic scene.
Aaron muttered uncertainly. “Why does that guy look so much like Charlie? Did you guys see that?”
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