“License and registration please…” I sigh and give the cop my documents. I should have stopped at the intersection, I knew it, but I had ignored my gut and now I was going to pay the price. The cop was a young guy in his twenties, my age, yet looked every bit the cop with his slicked back hair and his trimmed moustache. “You ignored the stop sign at that intersection.” “Yes I did, sir” Maybe if I showed him some respect, the cop would be less harsh. I really really can’t afford a to pay a traffic ticket on my minimum wage student job. “Please sir, I know I was in the wrong but is there any chance you could leave it at a warning?” The cop grinned. “I just might… How about a blow job in the bushes?” Oh Christ! No way in hell I’m gonna do that!! I didn’t know what to say, I felt my cheeks reddening. A mix of anger, disgust and frustration was overwhelming my mind. “I… I … I can’t do that, sir” I managed to get out. The cop laughs out loud. “Don’t worry mate, I’ve got a different solution.” The guy grabs a small weird black square tablet out of his pocket. I hear a click and realise he has taken a picture of me. “I’ve got just the picture to match yours with. Some model I once saw on the internet…” the cop says vaguely. Is the guy mocking me? I’m not bad looking, but since I’m built like a bodybuilder with short cropped hair and pale skin I wasn’t exactly what you call a model. Then it hits me that the guy has taken a picture… of me!! This is seriously conflicting… The mere idea that some fag is going to jack off looking at a picture of me … At the other hand…no ticket? The cop gives my documents back and waves me off. I decide to not question it any longer. It’s a sunny day and I still have a lot of road to cover before I’m back at the university.
Damn, it’s too sunny… My car is starting to resemble an oven… I’m sweating like crazy. Also my head is hurting. Probably a light heat stroke… For some reason I’m having trouble recognizing the road. Am I still on the right way? Bah, my hair keeps falling into my eyes… Too bad it’s not long enough to tuck it behind my ears. Maybe I should get it cut… the bieberlook is starting to get old after all. Absentminded I scratch my chin. Whoaw! My skin feels really coarse! I shaved this morning! I take a quick glance in the mirror to see some light scruff on my cheeks and skin. It really accentuates my jawline quite well, I should skip shaving more often… Seems lighter too than my normal black scruff… But damn it, it looks awesome. I brush my hair out of my face and tuck the tips behind my ears. It’s hardly long enough to stay put though. A few more months waiting for it to grow and it would be long enough. Then I notice my arms…Immediately I hit the brakes, really panicking right now. It’s like I’m looking at the arms of a stranger… The first thing I see is they are tan and smooth. The hairs on my arms are just gone!! Even my freckles have somehow disappeared. They even look smaller!! Still muscular, but no longer the thirty inch biceps I was so proud of. I feel like screaming! I hardly notice I’m actually already sobbing.
A honking car makes me jump up. I’m driving in the wrong lane!! When did I start driving again? Quickly I manage to steer myself back into the right lane. Man, where the hell had I been with my thoughts!! I really should pay more attention to the road! This damned heat… Oh yes! A red light! Finally! I can use the small pause to remove my shirt. It’s wet and kinda loose. Thought I had taken a smaller size this morning? No… Must have grabbed one from the wrong basket! This shirt is obvious a few sizes too big. I throw the sweaty shirt on the backseat, enjoying the coolness on my smooth fit body. A cold and unfamiliar feeling hits me between my pecs and around my neck. I look down to see two dog tags dangling… Of course, without my shirt the cool steel now hits my chest, that’s what I felt… I shake my head. What is up with me this day… It’s like I can’t think logically anymore. Whoa! I’m driving next to the woods again. Did I somehow turn around? No, would have noticed that… Stupid heat! Strangely enough I’m hardly sweating. I peek in the mirror. For a minute I suddenly lose control over the wheel. Okay, something is seriously wrong with me… Why did I just freak out like that? I look in the mirror again. Nothing wrong here! Just my normal face… Good god I’m hot! I sweep through my long shoulder length honey brown hair, whilst keeping one eye on the road. Speaking of eyes… There is something wrong with mine… They are so blue… That’s not right! I blink a few times. Flecks of green appear in the blue, pushing it aside. As I blink again, the blue is completely replaced with a nice olive green. I feel somehow relieved, this is how it should be… Why had they looked blue? Too late I realise I missed a stop sign. And someone else noticed it too. A police car appears behind me and gestures me to stop. I park the car and roll the window down.
“License and registration please…” I smile and give the cop my documents. I should have stopped at the intersection, I knew it, but I had been to occupied with my strange reflection and now I was going to pay the price. The cop was a young guy in his twenties, about ten years younger than me, yet looked every bit the cop with his slicked back hair and his trimmed moustache. “You ignored the stop sign at that intersection.” “Yes I did, sir” Showing a bit of respect never hurt anyone. Who knows he might even let me go with a warning! Though I can easily afford to pay a traffic ticket with my job as a professional model. “Please sir, I know I was in the wrong. What will be my due?” The cop grinned. “How about a blow job in the bushes?” I can’t help but smile. The guy is certainly cute enough. God knows I’ve been fucked by uglier guys. That’s how I rose to the top after all… “Just a blow job? Too bad… You see, I’ve got a long road ahead of me and my butt is quite hungry…” The cop laughs out loud. “Oh I’ll gladly help you out! But before we do that!” He grabs a small square tablet. “Yeah, thought already that you reminded me of someone. You look just like this model.” On the screen is a photo of some ugly hairy overly muscled young guy next to a picture of a handsome model that looks exactly like me.
“Cool! Maybe he is my secretive twin” There’s a flashing red button on the screen that says ‘seal physical and mental changes’. Something inside my mind is nagging me about it. But I can feel my dick standing full mast already. I’ve often fantasized about guys in cop uniform. I’m so horny right now! All I want right now is that cop’s dick in my mouth and after that I want that hot young stud to fuck me raw! I grab the tablet, press the annoying flashing button and throw it on the seat next to mine. No distractions! I want that cock!!
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