Always furtive, always changing unseen in the locker room, always avoiding public restrooms: this was his life. At just under four inches at full erection, technically, he had a micro penis. Otherwise, he appeared normal, even masculine. He was nearly six feet tall, but shut out of the world of normal men, or so he felt. It seemed such a shame; he wasn't bad looking, after all! Thick brown hair and blue eyes with muscular arms and legs, but with a sensitive poet sort of vibe that had made him attractive to a few casual girlfriends; but they had all been unable to deal with the quirks of his anatomy.
An online acquaintance, who he'd only known casually as the moderator of a magic shop website, had brought wishing spells to his attention and claimed that he'd found a magic bullet. He prepared the spell, following Quentin's instructions, burned his intentions written on parchment, and said the words. He fell asleep that night, hopelessness stirring at his unchanged body.
He awoke uncomfortably aroused, almost panicked at his member, engorged and easily doubled in size. He could not stop from touching it and powerfully climaxing. The sensitivity seemed doubled and he was constantly aware of it with every movement. He would be late to the literature class he was teaching if he didn't stop! But, how could he even go out like this? How silly to feel self conscious now that he was closer to normalcy, he chided himself. Brushing his teeth and looking in the mirror, he nearly jumped backwards at another change: his eyes were now red! Not red as in he needed eye drops, but crimson red where they had been blue!
Grabbing a pair of sunglasses, he decided to make a gimmick out of coolness in Beat poetry for the lecture, until he could figure out what to do.
"Why are you really wearing those shades, Professor?" Helaina approached his office, where they'd had many philosophical conversations. But, he'd lost the sense of comfort and safety and non sexual feelings around her. He wanted her to leave! A striking brunette in her twenties, Helaina had a long-standing crush on Braden and he was acting terribly odd. She grabbed the sunglasses and gasped at the red eyes!
"Can you explain this?!" Suddenly, his eyes seemed to become brighter and he was cued into her feelings in a visceral way. "No, but I don't need to explain. I think I know what this is all about and now is your chance to express your feelings."
And she kissed him, taking her blouse off as well. At the sight of her perfect, olive skin, he knew they would make love. Unbelievable breasts peeked out of a black lace bra; she took off her own glasses and suddenly unbuttoned his jeans. He felt animalistic and deranged; raggedly, he summoned up enough reason to lock the door. He was losing his virginity at the age of thirty. What had seemed a theoretical premise, denied to him by his minuscule anatomical defect, was now a visceral need.
