A Look to Match

I had always been the nerdy redhead.  The only thing that wasn’t nerdy about me was my cock.  It was huge.  All the black guys in PE would always laugh at me getting hard while watching them shower. 

"Looks like one of ours," they would always say.  And I wouldn’t disagree with them.  One day, a strange kid dressed in black came up to me in the locker room.

"You need to match," he whispered to me.

"What?" I asked inquisitively as he blew a weird dust on me.  When I finished coughing he was gone.  The rest of the day progressed as it normally would.  I was packing my backpack when I noticed something was different.  I had no freckles on my arm.

"Well, that’s weird," I said out loud.  My voice even cracked a little.  I just ignored it and went home.  That night I had the strangest dreams.  I was playing football, basketball, having sex with my teammates.  It was bizarre.

When I woke up, I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.  I starting taking my morning piss when I noticed my pubes were short and black.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed in a much lower and gravely voice.  I saw something strange in the mirror out of the corner of my eye.  My head had been shaved, I had a deep tan and my face looked a little more square.

"No no no no no," I repeated over and over to myself.  Then, the cramps started.  I fell on the floor as my limbs started to burn.  Like someone had set them on fire.  I watched in agony as my chest started to swell and get larger. My biceps felt like someone had implanted baseballs into them.  

My new larger hand noticed my cock and started stroking it.  It was almost pitch black.  I noticed my hand was much darker, too.  I started stroking faster as my legs practically inflated.  I came all over my darker stomach.  

I looked in the mirror and noticed my face was completely different.  Broad nose and thick, luscious lips.  Perfect for sucking off my teammates.  Wait, I’m not on any teams.  It was then I remembered my dreams.  I was Michael now.  

It wasn’t until later that day at my new football locker I remembered the Goth kid from yesterday.  I figured it out.  He made the rest of me match my cock.  They always said it should have been black…and now it definitely was.