Jimmy had always been a good ole Southern boy, and even though he’d never really fit in because of the whole “being a faggot thing,” he tried to keep a positive attitude. There wasn’t a lot of dating opportunities where he lived, and he definitely wasn’t OUT. It was hard to truly be himself in a place where there was a church on every corner primed and ready to convert the gay out of him. But, he was never angry, and loved being southern. It was just hard living in a small town where he’d most likely never find love or be able to truly be who he was inside. But, even though he’d never really been given a leg up, he was always ready and willing to help a friend in need…and that’s what changed his life forever.
He was driving home from Tractor Supply one night in the middle of a raging southern storm. Thunder and rain. The wind shrieking against a black sky fissured with blades of lightning. In the distance, he saw a woman on the side of the road, hazard lights blinking. Like Jimmy, she didn’t belong here. Long dark hair, exotic features. Her plates were from out of state and, as she tried to wave other cars down, they tore past her. Nobody was going to stop and she looked desperate.
Jimmy immediately pulled, exiting into the tempest to find her relived face.
“Are you okay?” he asked, screaming above the thunderous rain.
She didn’t’ respond, almost in tears, shivering as he pulled his coat off and draped it around her. Ushering her into the passenger side of his truck, he glanced back at her flat tire before giving her a warm smile.
“It’s going to be okay. I’ll take care of this and get you back on the road. It’s going to be okay.”
She nodded, shaken. “Thank you.”
Jimmy closed the door and dove back into the storm. He’d changed a million tires before, even in maelstroms like this. It was second nature and, in no time, he had her spare tire on just as the storm began to subside. Walking back to his truck, he opened the door and helped her out. She was still shaken, but seemed much calmer than when he’d found her.
“You should be good to go,” he said, helping her out of the truck.
She didn’t say a word, but he could see the gratitude on her face. He wasn’t sure what she’d been through, but something had definitely happened to her. Walking her to her car, he opened her door as she turned to him. She looked up, placed her hands on his face and Jimmy froze.
“You’re a good man, Jimmy Carson.” Her words were. Broken, but he understood her. “Your wish will come. This is my thanks to you.” She smiled up at him, gave him a sincere nod of thanks before getting into her car. Jimmy just stood there, stunned for some reason as she drove away.
He reached up, rubbed his face as if he could still feel her lingering touch. Shaking it off, he headed back to his trailer and went through the typical motions. Beer. TV. Bed. Before he closed his eyes, he found his mind wandering as it often did…to the dreams of a different life, a life where he could be who he truly was.
The next morning, Jimmy Carson awoke to a different life. At first, it was the little things. He noticed his sheets felt different. Before he opened his eyes, his senses were confused. The sweet smells. The softness of his pillow. The way his cock felt when he ran his hand over it. Yeah, he always had morning wood, but it felt different somehow. Maybe he was just having a dream before he awoke that made him especially hard or.no, it felt different. It was bigger, thicker and…Jimmy’s eyes bolted open as he ripped the sheets up. He glanced down and saw something strange. His body was…it wasn’t the same. His pecs were swollen with muscle and, fuck, did he have a six pack. He slid his hand down to his cock and noticed even his hands looked different. Longer fingers, softer and uncalloused. No dirt in his nails. He moved his hand over his cock like he did every morning and his entire body tingled. Damn, it wasn’t only bigger, it was more sensitive. Running his hand up his torso, he found two beautiful pink, perfectly hard nipples. He moved his long fingers over them and, once again, his entire body tingled.
“Damn, those are lightning rods,” he whispered. But, even his voice was different. Still southern but, deeper and more elevated somehow. This had to be a dream. He was still dreaming…but, he wasn’t.
Jimmy sat up, taking in the room around him. It was a HUGE bedroom. Beautifully decorated and masculine. He found the bathroom and then saw his reflection.
“Holy shit,” he whispered, taking himself in. Tall, blonde.
He started to explore his new life, discovering that he was now JAMES CARLSON, a rich Texas oil man who was out and proud to be so. He went through his closet, found a nice spring suit perfectly tailored to his flawless 6’3” frame. He put on his Rolex and placed a cowboy hat on, getting ready for today’s charity rodeo event.
This was his wish…and it had come true.
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