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Chapter 1

Joe did not know what hit him. As he stumbled out of his office into the empty hallway, his skin turned pale, but, at the same time, a healthy, pink undertone returned to his cheeks. His handsome but understandably worn out through nearly half a century face did not lose any of its attractive, chiseled features. But his cheeks did get fuller somehow.

He did not know this, but his eyes looked a bit larger. His lips were larger. Not excessively large, he still had a set of normal, perfectly masculine lips. But they did turn pouty, pink and soft like the inside of a rose about to bloom. And glossy. Invitingly glossy. Kissable.

Joe thought he was losing his mind as he saw his own body changing. He looked his own hands over. The few wrinkles he did have were disappearing. The rough skin turned maybe not delicate, but pleasantly smooth.

He did not lose any of his impressive, yet, once again, not excessive height. But he began sinking in his own clothes. Even more so than he already had, always having worn rather loose shirts and pants, and not showing off his handsome, slim body. His skinny built did not strike anyone as odd when he was still middle-aged, but now...

"Oh, my god!" Joe yelped and immediately covered his own mouth with both hands.

He looked into the hallway mirror, the one that went from the floor all the way up to the ceiling. And he saw... A student. A college student, twenty-one years of age... A young man bearing a startling resemblance to him. Like his younger self, like he remembered himself, except... He wasn't THIS beautiful.

His hair wasn't this thick. Or this lustrous. His eyes didn't shine so bright. And they didn't look so wide. His eyelashes, oh my god, he actually had striking eyelashes now... But nothing compared to his lips. Goodness, his lips... If he had lips like this when he still was a college student, he would've bit them just to not have people stare at his face...

"H-how may I help-" Joe tried speaking to the beautiful youth, but the man mouthed his words back at him.

And he covered his mouth the same way Joe did at the sound coming from his own throat. The sound Joe ignored the first time around, distracted by what was...

"Oh, my god..." he whimpered, reaching out towards the younger man... Only for his fingers to meet the cool, reflective surface of the mirror.

His voice. Even his voice, his voice that was enough of a headache as it was, whiny and breathy... Deep enough to be outright masculine, but high enough to "warrant" certain... comments and... reactions. Reactions like-

"Oh, my goodness!" someone bumped into Joe.

A deep, manly voice. A voice Joe knew from one of his classes. The voice of a student whose eyes always lingered on Joe. Scanned him up and down, just one time, but it was enough to make Joe feel like he was being stripped naked right then and there, and he couldn't utter a single word of protest.

That tall, muscular yet graceful, objectively rather handsome young man did not speak to him. He only greeted Joe the few times they saw each other on campus, making Joe look up from the ground. And Joe had not spoken to him. Not really.

Only once, when Joe had dropped his fountain pen. The young man swooped in and handed him the pen before Joe knew it. Their hands touched, and Joe whispered "th-thank you...". But the younger man only gave him half a nod. And a closed-lipped smile. And then, he walked off.

"P-pardon me, I am here to speak to doctor Hills..." his eyes did look Joe up and down in confusion and surprise, but... they did not linger.

Tom Stones, because that was the student's name, headed straight for the door Joe had just walked out of. The door to which... he did not have the key anymore!

Joe began frantically searching his pockets. He did not notice when the backpack strap appeared on his shoulder. He pulled out his wallet... His ID. It was still his name, but the picture, the date... This WASN'T him! He WASN'T twenty-one years old, he was more than double that, what the-

"What the..." he heard Tom say as the young man took a step back from the door and leaned in to get a closer look at the nameplate.

Joe had always been a quiet, timid man. A man who avoided confrontations even when doing so cost him quite a lot. So he just "asked around" for a doctor, an employee with the same name as his own. And no one, NO ONE on campus had ever heard of him.

There were no records of his existence. No colleagues who remembered him. The few students he was supervising this year had a different advisor each now. Joe locked himself in the bathroom stall and hyperventilated... Wait! His phone. There were no numbers there. But he still remembered the number of his ex-wife. And both of his kids, both adults, now studying at a different college.

With a trembling hand, he punched in his ex-wife's number. One signal. Two signals. Three signals. Oh, god, this couldn't be happening...

"Hello?" her voice! This was her voice, thank goodness...

"H-hello... ma'am," Joe knew she would not recognize his voice now. "Is doctor Joe Hills available...?"

"No, my EX-husband must've given you the wrong number... Typical, that forgetful good-for-...! Oh, my apologies, what I meant to say is, this is the wrong number. I cannot help you get in contact with him," she said, and Joe's heart dropped at that first remark.

He'd heard it a multitude of times before. But it still hurt. She did not treat their kids like this, thank goodness, she was a surprisingly good mother... But he, apparently, was a fair game. He wasn't perfect, mind you, and he knew it. And he was working on it. Perhaps he wasn't getting better fast enough. But he never called his wife names. Or raised his voice at her. Unlike she had done to him.

"I-I see, thank you," he said, and she hung up.

So, whatever it was... It was limited only to this campus. He did find records of himself online, thank goodness... Not at this university, but his doctoral thesis was there, date and all... But that was all.

He took a deep breath as he approached the campus gate. Maybe this would fix everything. He took that one step. And nothing had changed.

Chapter 2

Joe's head was hanging down low, his eyes brimming with tears. He did not know where he was going to. He did not know what to do. No one would believe him. All of his stuff was gone. His apartment was most likely still there, but not his keys. And he had no way of proving he was actually the owner.

"What am I supposed to- UGH!" he was the one to walk into someone this time.

"My goodness, I'm so sorry, I should've watched where I was- Oh!" it was that man again.

Tom Stones was twenty-seven years old. Doing his second master's degree, and trying to get into a PhD program. He'd given up on the notion of dating for the time being, with the women he came across being either so unappealing to him that he did not want to waste his time on them, or still unappealing to him specifically but so good in their own right that he did not want to waste their time on himself.

He had no interest in men. He could see himself naked just fine, but other than that, the naked male form filled him with anywhere from mild to violent disgust. So he did not even take other males into consideration, regardless of their personality. Until he had encountered doctor Joe Hills, that is.

A tall, slim... No, not simply "slim". Svelte. A tall, svelte, middle-aged man... He looked to be in his early forties at the most. Well-dressed, but not overly so. A nice shirt, long pants, all of it loose. As if to hide the thin form Tom had the chance to witness the few times Joe stretched at the desk during a break.

He had nice hair. His eyes had a color so calming, and yet, so unique, Tom couldn't ever imagine forgetting it. His voice was simply to die for. But, most of all... Joe had a wonderful personality. You can't actually get to know someone just seeing them at their job two to four hours a week for half a year. But, whatever little you can tell from such a thing... Joe was boding better than anyone Tom had ever met.

Having passed this man's course, with an A+, Tom wanted to finally speak to him. He'd been intentionally avoiding opening his mouth, not to make things awkward. Or inappropriate. Or both. Apart from dropping off a few papers at his office, he did not want to approach doctor Hills. Not while this man was still supposed to be grading him.

This was supposed to be his day. With his schedule filled only with work and studying, his life was painless. But not exactly enjoyable. This was supposed to be the highlight of his week. Something he'd been looking forward to for the last six months...

Only to find someone else's name on the door to doctor Hills' office. And to be told that no one under the name "Joe Hills" was working not just at this department, but also at this university. No one under this name has ever worked at this university.

It was bizarre. No one, absolutely no one had any idea who Tom was talking about. Forty people took the same lecture, and twenty of them took the same tutorial sessions as he did. With this very man. A man who was rather unique, both when it came to his looks and his voice. And NO ONE remembered him?

Tom checked his report card from last semester. He did not recognize the name assigned to the course he took. It was clearly a female name, and Joe Hills was clearly not a woman. He tried asking around for that woman, but she did not work at this university "anymore".

He was confused. He would've concluded he was going crazy. But he still had a picture. A picture on his desk, in his apartment off the campus. He had gone there after his search, and brought it back, to ask a few of his fellow students in the evening. He did not expect to get much information out of this. In fact, he could as well start asking random people-

That's where he bumped into that man again. That stunning, breathtaking young man. The young man who reminded him of doctor Hills. But he wasn't doctor Hills. So Tom, despite the immediate interest, did not give him a second thought.

Hey. Wait a moment. Maybe doctor Hills was a few years older than he looked. Or, maybe, he had children young. Or both. And, if anyone were to know where doctor Hills was...

"S-sorry," the young man whimpered in a melodious, whiny, breathy voice as he put his head down and bit his lips.

"Excuse me, sir," something inside told Tom to soften his tone and speak gently to this young man.

"Y-yes?" the beautiful thing glanced up at him again, the five inches of difference of height between them making the youth look even daintier and cuter. His eyes looked so shiny...

"...have you seen this man, sir?" Tom asked quietly, pulling out the picture he took while trying to get notes from the blackboard at the end of the lecture. Doctor Joe Hills happened to walk into view at just the wrong (or, for Tom, right) moment.

"A-a-ah...!" Joe's eyes went wide as he stared down at the picture of himself.

It was him. Him, the real him. If only he could...

"Doctor Joe-" Tom said, a bit perplexed by the young man's reaction.

"Hills!" Joe whimpered. "Doctor Joe Hills, it's m-"

"Your father?" Tom interjected and immediately reprimanded himself for interrupting the other man.

A few large, warm, wet tears, glistening like pearls in the late afternoon light, rolled down Joe's cheeks. Tom stared at him for a few seconds. Then, he looked back at the picture.

"N-no," Joe crossed his arms, his cheeks starting to burn red. "I-it's... it's me."

Chapter 3

Joe couldn't control his own tears. Before he knew it, he was standing there, in front of this stranger, sobbing silently. In the middle of the campus, no less.

"...w-what do you... It's-" Tom looked at him, as expected, as if he was a madman.

"I-I taught you this course, last semester," Joe gave him the name of the course. "Lectures and- and tutorial sessions. Y-you're Tom Stones, I gave you an A+, your final assignment did mess up the units in the third paragraph, though... I dropped my fountain pen, and you picked it up for me- You came to my office one time, to give me attendance papers. I opened while I was still on the phone with my divorce lawyer and you just smiled, nodded, and said you caught me at a bad time-"

It was hard to talk while hyperventilating. Joe rubbed his eyes, the world around him growing blurry.

"W-what was the subject of your doctoral thesis?" Tom seemed hesitant, but he wasn't looking at Joe as if he was crazy anymore.

"It was..." Joe repeated the rather lengthy title.

"...How did this happen?" Tom asked slowly, looking down at the picture and then back at Joe.

"I... I..." Joe looked around, as if he was hoping to find the answer on one of the buildings around them. "I don't know!" he burst into tears again.

"Oh..." the way Tom looked at him... he believed what Joe was saying.

And this was the worst part. Tom's eyes were flooded with compassion and... passion. He looked this delicate, youthful body up and down. These broad shoulders, handsome, masculine face, combined with this thin waist and these kissable, tempting lips... He couldn't help himself.

"MMM!" Joe's eyes shot wide open as Tom's lips pressed against his own.

The warmth permeated his lips. The skies above seemed bluer than ever before. His hands clenched into fists, his heart thumped in his chest. Tom could feel his whole body tense up and relent, against its owner's will. He knew Joe felt it, too, he just knew it-

"Mmm... Mmm... M-m-m-m!" Joe's head moved a bit to the left. Then, a bit to the right. Then, he shook his head violently until he broke the seal of their kiss. "W-what are you doing!?"

He took a few shaky steps back, looking the younger man up and down. Tom stared at him in confusion. He knew that this man was distressed. But his body was just so, so gorgeous.

"DON'T!" Joe jumped back as Tom tried to approach him.

"Easy, easy there...!" Tom raised both of his hands up into the air. "...What are you going to do now, doctor?"

"I..." all fear and shock was gone from Joe's face within less than a second. "I... I don't know," he shook his head.

"...do you have a place to stay?" Tom looked away and then back at the other man.

Tom couldn't help but stare at the other man's svelte, enticing body. At the broad shoulders, so manly, and yet, so slim and delicate. Wide but a bit rounded. Revealing just how delicate this man actually was.

He knew that a college professor was pretty much bound to be a nerd. By definition. But this... This cute young thing in front of him. This young man, definitely of age, and yet, at the same time, acting and looking as if he still hasn't quite found a way to actually fit into this mature, enticing body.

It looked as if doctor Hills wasn't fully aware of his own cuteness, but, at the same time, aware of it just enough to be embarrassed by it. His butt was definitely more padded than it used to be. Not very much, just... let's say, there was some nice cake back there now.

A faint blush appeared on Tom's own face as doctor Hills caught him staring at his behind. The older man's young cheeks once again burned beet red, and he tugged at the back of his jacket. Tom looked further down, at the long, slim legs... Oh, god, this man was to die for!

"Allow me, doctor," he opened the car door for Joe.

Joe did not say anything. Tom could tell his kiss had shocked the other man's mind and ignited something in his body. He knew his kiss was unwanted. But Joe was just so hot. And, now, now that Joe's body was somehow forced back into this youthful, attractive stage... He was simply irresistible!

Tom got it. He finally got it. He understood the appeal. He wanted to grab this dainty, youthful, inexperienced body, and ravage it. He wanted to be the one to take its virginity, to make this man a REAL adult...

But it wasn't just that. As he looked at that sad, graceful, embarrassed face, and Joe looked back at him... Tom was the one to look away in embarrassment. Yes, it was much more than just him wanting to fuck this man and make him go back and forth on his cock.

He led Joe to his apartment. He showed him around. He asked the other man to wait in the living room while he prepared the bed for him. Joe did not say much. He seemed to be on the edge. Tom understood that the situation was as dire as it was absurd for him, so he did not say anything.

"Here you go, doctor, I hope you don't mind..." he served Joe dinner and just hoped he wasn't disappointed with his elementary cooking skills. "Is there anything I can do to make things better for now?" he was tempted to touch the other man's shoulder but he denied himself this little pleasure at the very last moment.

"..." the man looked down into his teacup, the youthful face a stark contrast with the grave worry that was painted on it.

Tom waited for a few seconds. He crossed his arms. He looked around. Doctor Hills remained silent. There was no use looming over him, especially since Tom hoped the older (?) man would at least eat dinner.

"...m-may I use your laptop? My own is... uh..." Joe looked into his own backpack, and then back up at Tom. "It has been... evaporated, I suppose...?"

"Of course!" Tom immediately rushed to fulfill his request.

Chapter 4

"How is it going, doctor...?" Tom conceded and asked the stupid question as he sat down next to the... older? The younger...? The other man and put another cup of tea within his reach.

"It isn't," the mere sound of his own, youthful, whiny voice made Joe cringe. But, let's be honest, if he needed to speak, what other choice did he have than to use it?

"You're trying to access an older website?" Tom carefully peeked over Joe's shoulder, ready to silently retreat should the nature of the material displayed on the screen be truly personal.

"Yes, no luck..." Joe sighed, leaning back with the cup in his hands. "Thank you for the tea, by the way."

"No problem," Tom smiled at him and, to Joe's surprise, put a soft, warm blanket around his shoulders. "...Sorry for kissing you, by the way."

"No problem," Joe glanced back at him and smiled.

Tom just kept looking him straight in the eyes. Just in the eyes. With that dreamy, enticed look. A look that becomes harder and harder to give as the years go by.

"...may I give it a try?" Tom leaned towards the laptop.

"Sure!" Joe leaned back and tried to stop his own body from reacting to the presence and the cologne of the other man... he had almost forgotten just how horny twenty-one-year-olds are!

Tom fiddled with the laptop for a few seconds. Joe clenched and unclenched his own hands. He noticed once again how much larger than him the other man was, with the height difference being the least significant one. He remembered that kiss... Oh, god, why did feel as if it was his first one...!?

"Here you go, doctor!" Tom leaned back. "I'll come in two hours and try to convince you to go to sleep before midnight.

That was at 9 p.m. True to his word, Tom did return at 10 p.m. He found the older man looking staring at the screen with exhaustion.

"Doctor, maybe it's time to give it a rest for today-" he was about to touch Joe's shoulder.

"I GOT IT!" but Joe exclaimed these words and jumped up.

Without a single word, Tom sat down next to him, and they both read through the file. It was a record of a government study. Of dimensional shifts. Unfortunate, often brutal events leaving individuals displaced in this world.

"...changes in the tissue become irreversible after the subject experiences... ejaculation... of another man inside them," Joe turned pale and got up.

He began pacing around the room, taking big breaths. But Tom kept reading.

It was a long document. With a lot of cases and claims. In the summary, Tom found three additional pieces of information that Joe had not managed to get to.