Michael sighed. Why had he even come to this party? At 35, he was older than almost everyone there by at least seven years. His friend that had invited him had bailed and now he just felt like some loser trying to relive his glory days at a “just out of college” house party. 35 was far from old, he reminded himself, but it was clear that he was out of place among the confident 22 and 23 year olds, cheers-ing their beers. He looked down at his creeping-ever-outward gut and ran his hand through his thinning hair. Had he peaked? He had a good job as a coder, a nice apartment… but he couldn’t help but feel jealous as he looked out across the party.
“Screw this,” he thought, finishing off the last gulp of his drink and headed toward the bedroom to grab his hoodie. He opened the door to two hot guys making out on the bed. The coats of the party guests were strewn about on the floor.
“Ah, sorry!” Michael said, covering his eyes and grabbing his hoodie from the pile. He closed the door swiftly and walked out onto the street. It was a brisk night, and Michael pulled on the hoodie as he walked quickly down the street, away from the thumping bass.
He started to zip it up when he realized that it wasn’t his hoodie. Same basic color, but too tight- in his awkward retreat, he had grabbed another guy’s sweatshirt.
“Dammit,” he thought, but there was no way he was going back now. The party had been bad enough, but interrupting two hot guys groping and making out… Michael gritted his teeth as he turned the corner onto a darker side street. The image of the two men flashed in his mind on a loop as he made his way home.
It was a long walk, and he should have felt more tired than he was. He almost always took a cab or Uber anywhere, and couldn’t remember the last time he had walked over a mile.
“Probably why I’ve got these extra pounds,” he thought. The new hoodie had felt so tight when he first put it on, but it seemed looser now. Maybe walking around in it had broke in in a bit. He picked up his pace. He should jog home, he thought.
In a few minutes, he had made it back to his apartment, but it felt so good to run, blood pumping in his veins. He didn’t even slow down as he passed his place. His legs felt so strong tonight. His pants felt baggy and uncomfortable from the running, and he tightened his belt without breaking stride.
Soon he had run down to the strip of clubs and bars he used to go out to when he had been younger. He slowed his jog down to a walk. It was a Friday night and the nightlife was in full swing. He stopped in front of “Bliss,” a local gay bar. Michael was straight, but far from homophobic, and the two men making out on the bed had stirred something in him. He walked up to the bouncer, a burly, bald man.
“ID?” the bouncer said, gruffly.
Michael grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket, fished out his license and handed it to the imposing man.
The bouncer took it, looked it over and frowned at Michael.
“Nice try, kid,” he said. “But it doesn’t even look anything like you.” He whipped out a pair of scissors and cut Michael’s license in half, then tossed it into a trash bin next to him.
“What the hell?!” Michael yelled, grabbing at the bouncer. “You just cut up my license!”
The mountain of a man stood up and shoved Michael away, causing him to hit the sidewalk.
“Get out of here punk!” he growled. “Come back when you’re out of college.”
Michael, in a daze, stumbled away from the bar. What had just happened? He shoved his hands angrily into the pockets of his hoodie and made his way back to his apartment, fuming. He’d be calling the bar in the morning and giving them hell.
Michael opened the door to his apartment, kicked off his shoes and walked to his bathroom to take a piss. He flicked on the light and stopped.
Staring at him in the mirror was someone else’s face. He ran to the mirror. Gone was the receding hairline. Gone was the burgeoning beer gut. In its place was the fresh face of a young, handsome man, twenty-two at most.
“Oh my god,” Michael said, then stopped. This wasn’t his voice. And where had he seen that face before? Then it hit him- it was the face of one of the guys making out on the bed.
His cock stirred in his now too-loose jeans. He pulled off his pants and underwear, then the hoodie and t-shirt. Beneath his clothes was the lithe body of an athletic college student. His torso was hairless now, and his new, larger cock stood at full attention.
He picked up the hoodie from the floor and then slowly put it on again. Images of hot men danced in his mind. Hot college boys like himself.
“Wait, what?” he thought. He was… older, wasn’t he? Well, I mean… he wasn’t in college anymore. He had just squeaked through and graduated a couple months back… right? He was unemployed, but he was sure he could find some kind of gig as a personal trainer, or…
Mike knew he wasn’t the smartest of guys… but he was young, good-looking. Maybe he’d find some kind of sugar daddy, like a tech guy in his 30s. The city was full of them, and couldn’t get enough of his perky ass and boundless energy.
Mike grinned and looked at himself in the mirror in only his hoodie.
“So fucking hot,” he thought, and slowly started to jerk off with a grin.