Trevor noticed his friends were suddenly giving him more space. Maybe it was the fact that they had seen how a single touch could manifest an uncontrollable transformation. In the hotel hallway, they had made him go ahead of them. In the elevator, Max and Sabrina stood close together on one side, with Trevor on the other. He sat in the backseat of the car, and so on and so forth. It sucked, but he knew it was the smart choice. Especially since he could feel the lust emanating off them, crashing into him like waves on a shore. The waters had become turbulent from Sabrina. Where not a ripple had been before, after Trevor and Max's little bathroom escapade, now there were powerful surges that would knock an unsuspecting person off their feet. And Max, his had gone out completely, for about ten minutes. Then a heat began to come off the ashes of a roaring fire.
Trevor thought the lust would subside in both of them on the way to the mall. He could feel it spike and dip, but never go away completely. He supposed it was because of the company they were keeping. He was the answer to their every sexual fantasy, and he was inches away. That idea could keep anybody horny he supposed. He wondered if that's why he too found himself keenly aroused. Perhaps it was the desire he felt from his friends. He tried shapeshifting looser jeans, but his cock wanted the pressure and grew seemingly of its own free will. Too late did Trevor realize that instead of shopping, they should have taken turns in a cold shower.
Upon entering the mall, Trevor regretted it immediately. His ability to sense lust had grown in the last day, and he was suddenly around more people. The mall wasn't even that full since it was the middle of the day in the middle of the week, but it was crowded enough that he felt the difference. He didn't have the compulsion to throw himself at anyone, not like if someone horny had touched him. But it was still painfully uncomfortable, especially in his crotch. As a middle aged woman passed him she took note of his very visible bulge. She locked eyes with him briefly, and her face showed nothing but judgment for his inability to control his raging hormones.
The trio had decided to get some lunch before shopping so they went to the food court first. Upon arriving, Trevor told them, "I'm going to pop into the restroom real quick. Order me whatever."
"You want me to come with?" Max offered.
That got him an elbow in the ribs from Sabrina, "You remember what happened last time you were both in a bathroom, don't you?"
Max grinned ruefully and pointed a finger at Trevor. "You're on your own. Be careful."
"I'm a big boy," Trevor said with an insincere smile and thumbs up. He walked the short distance to the men's room and went straight for the sink. No one was visible at the moment, and Trevor took a few seconds to splash cold water on his face. His erection remained. He again thought of the possibility of jerking off in the privacy of a public bathroom stall, but really didn't want to take that chance. But he needed it to go away.
That's when the idea occurred to him. He was a shapeshifter. There was an easy way to get rid of an unwanted boner. But who to change into? A list of hot girls a mile long all jostled for position in his mind. That wasn't ideal though, as being a hot girl would just keep his arousal up. He needed someone he wouldn't be attracted to. He briefly considered someone older, like the middle aged woman that had passed him. But he didn't want to be someone that might still be around, and if he were being honest, he also wanted to remain youthful. He wanted to be someone still young, maybe in their early twenties, that he wouldn't be attracted to. He hit the side of his head with his palm. "Oh, well that's easy." A dull shimmer and a second later, he was staring at his older sister, Sherri Burrtrick.
Trevor laughed at the image reflected in the restroom mirror. He had shapeshifted into the most recent memory he had of his sister. She had been twenty three when he saw her this past summer before she left to finish her last year of college after taking a year off. She looked like the opposite of how Trevor often felt, like a grown up. She was very pretty, and would have had a lot of the guys vying for her attention in high school had she not been steady with the same boyfriend her last two years. Man, she had broken that guy's heart right before college had started. But thankfully, Trevor was not attracted to her. It was his sister. He still felt the tingle of arousal, but at least he wouldn't have the noticeable protrusion from his crotch anymore.
What struck him as humorous, was even though she looked twenty three, even older really, he had shifted into the clothes he could remember her wearing from a different time. In this case, the ones from her senior picture that were hanging on the mantle. She had hated that outfit. It was a top that she felt was too low and tight along with a skirt that had been too short. Even though it had been her choice of attire at the time, less than a year later she had told off both parents for allowing her to have pictures that made her look like a tart. She hated that Dad still kept it on display in the family room.
A man came into the restroom and saw the attractive young blonde in front of the sink. He began a hasty retreat stammering, "Sorry, ma'am, I thought this was the..."
"No, no, it is," Trevor's voice said sweetly in his sister's higher pitch. "It's just when I need to take a giant shit I always prefer to use the men's room. Toodles." The look on the man's face was priceless as Trevor made his exit.
The new feminine face Trevor wore broke into a grin as he saw his friends sitting at a table in the food court. They hadn't spotted him yet. They'd recognize his sister of course, but would they suspect that it was him. He vividly recalled the opportunity for a prank blowing up in his face, literally, but thought this scenario didn't pose that kind of climantic threat. He pretended not to see them as he passed closely by their table.
Trevor heard Sabrina say just within earshot, "Is that Trevor's sister?"
"Sherri?" Max said at a notably louder volume. "Where?"
At the sound of his sister's name, Trevor turned and glanced at his friends as if he were trying to place their faces. "Did you say my name?"
The reactions his new shapeshifted body garnered from his friends were very different. Sabrina was instantly suspscious. She leaned back, crossed her arms and looked at Trevor as if he were about to sell her snake oil. Max looked his sister's form over too, but in a way that a male who has never seen boobs before might. He was drinking in his sister's curves and beautiful physique. Sherri had been the head cheerleader in her high school days and had been ogled plenty, but Trevor was not connected to her memories, so he was not at all used to it. What he was growing used to, was the sudden wave of lust that hit his psyche from Max's direction. More than once Max had told Trevor how lucky he was to have such a hot sister, now Trevor understood how much he meant it.
He tried to slough off the psychic reverberations of Max's arousal towards his sister's body, as he kept up the act. "Oh, hey, I know you. You're Trevor's friends. Sabrina and Max, right?"
Both of them responded at the same time with Max saying an emphatic, "Yes!" while Sabrina let out an exaggerated, "Ha!"
Their different responses caused them to look at each other in confusion, while Trevor barely stifled a laugh. Sabrina's expression towards Max showed how much she was struggling to understand the depths of his stupidity. "You know who this is, right?" she seethed.
Max mirrored her expression, believing her to be the slow one. "Uh, yeah. It's Sherri, Trevor's sister. We saw her last year at the..." Not wanting to darken the mood, he cut himself off before saying funeral. "We've only seen her a couple of times since she graduated. I'm amazed she remembers us at all since we were lowly freshmen when she was a senior." He was blubbering now but couldn't stop. "Hey, I hope you know you were our school's best cheerleader, like, really, everyone sucks now compared to you, truly."
"Sure, yeah, cheerleader," Sabrina said with dripping sarcasm. "Hey 'Sherri,' what was the cheer you were known for again? You know, the one you made up that everyone loves."
Trevor knew Sabrina was testing him, and he wanted to rise to meet her challenge, but his mind was a blank. He knew his ruse was about to be up. "Uh, I have no idea."
"Sherri," Max interrupted. "Your brother is here with us and, maybe you could help us. He's kind of in a tough spot right now and-"
