You wanted to be slightly heavy set. Salt and pepper. Settled into your early fifties body. Mature and masculine. Your wish is my command, but I decided to have a little fun with you . . . I decided that you should receive all these things, but in a very different way. You're not what you may have expected. I've transformed you into an English Gentleman. You're no longer James. You're Victor Chapman, and I think you're going to quite like what you find as you step in front of the mirror.
The man looking back at you is distinguished and perfect. It feels odd to see a stranger's face in your reflection, but it's also remarkable. His stark, serious eyes. His strong, sharp features. You look at your hands, dark hair covering them as you imagine how hairy your entire body must be and you can't help but smile. You've never had body hair before, but a lot of things have changed. Lifting your hand, you run it over your bald head. The sensation is incredible as you continue to touch your face, gently stroking your perfectly coiffed, thick beard. You look dashing in your tailored suit, standing up straighter, more confident and appropriate for a man of your age and position.
You feel your dick begin to harden, pressed against your Brooks Brother boxers as memories begin to push themselves into your mind. Yes, you're Sir Victor Chapman III, husband to Olivia and father to Bernard and Katherine. You're wealthy and respected. A true British Gentleman.
"I do believe I could get used to this," you say to yourself, the sound of your deep, masculine voice almost arousing. The proper English accent doesn't hurt.
Reaching into your pocket, you remove one of your favorite cigars, light it and take a long draw as you massage your dick through expensive trousers. Yes, this is the life you've fantasized about and your wife is waiting for you downstairs. It's your anniversary and I dare say it's going to be a smashing night.
Wow. Incredible! :)
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