That weekend was very mellow and I went to school Monday in a laidback mood. I ran into Garrett before our history class and, after we exchanged hugs, he asked if I would like to come over to his house after school. I told him that I had a practice, but that I could go over afterward. He gave me directions and his address and I entered that information into my cellphone and, when the desultory workout was finished, I drove over to his place. Garrett answered the door and we went upstairs to his bedroom, where his buddies Scott and Ashton (yeah, that Iggy and the Stooges joke ran through my mind, too) were hanging out while Epica spun on his cd player. I was in a pair of jean shorts and a white tank top. When his mom came home, we all split, but not before she gave me a dirty look on the way out.

Tuesday, my team wrecked another opponent. Wednesday, I was walking out of my fourth period class to lunch when I encountered Garrett. As we continued ambling into the quad, he tried to interlace his fingers with mine, which I let him do. We looked at each other and I giggled because I didn't know what to say. I could feel some wetness forming between my legs, though, and I know he was definitely  hard because, well, I was originally a guy after all. When he met my friends, who were mostly comprised of girls on the team, it was a pretty stiff ordeal. I would later find out that Garrett doesn't really warm up to people very quickly, so no wonder.

He waited for my volleyball workout to end and walked me out to my car, which I wasn't expecting him to do. This time, I told him to come to my place after he ate dinner. He did and we laid in my bed making out and watching tv. He was a really good kisser and I was super wet by the time he went home. Once he was gone, I stripped,  jumped into bed, spread my legs and diddled myself to a couple of amazing orgasms.

However, Thursday, I had to sit Garrett down and let him know who I was. I said that I didn't have any problem with him wanting to be my boyfriend, but that I didn't want to be tied down and so I was occasionally going to sleep with other guys as well as girls. Naturally, I said I would be okay with him doing the same thing. I further expressed the hope that we could just have a mellow relationship that would make our high school years more fun. He was initially shocked, but after thinking it over for a few minutes, he revealed that he'd be able to deal with it. He was further relaxed when I told him that he would never have to buy me anything, even for my birthday or Christmas, because I knew the stress that puts guys under. In addition, I remarked that I felt prom was a big waste of time and money, to which he riposted, "fuck yes it is."

He visited me again that night and we had sex for the first time, but only after I gave him a blowjob. His cock was a mite over six inches and thick, so it felt killer when he was thrusting it in and out of me. He was also a really caring lover, taking things slowly and worshipping my entire body. By the time he jetted his cream into me, I was emotionally in a very good place. The orgasms he triggered didn't hurt, either.

Garrett's personality was more in tune with mine and I became much more interested in being with him than seeking out alternatives. Without any major drama around me now, he and I spent our days and nights together doing a lot of fucking and just kicking it. My team finished its schedule in early November and we went undefeated for the second straight season and, for the third time, I was named conference and county Player of the Year.

The Dream Theater concert smoked and, as we went into the Thanksgiving holidays, I was happier than I had been since I underwent this transformation. That would be shortlived because during the first week of December, we had the state tournament and, three matches later, we returned with bupkis. I had sex with Lyle one more time and then let him know that would be the last time. I had decided I wanted to be exclusive with Garrett, at least at that point in time. As all girls should, I stopped subjecting him to my friends at school and we began hanging out as just a couple. Garrett's huge sexual appetite also assured that I wouldn't feel starved in that area and we graduated still a pair. Of course, that was also after my volleyball team notched its fourth straight league title and I was dubbed Player of the Year for the league and county for the fourth time. And, for the fourth time, we got jacked in the state tournament.

Garrett moved in with me and eventually graduated college. Mary also finished her university coursework and moved out after finding a job in Northern California. I lost contact with her after that. When Garret concluded his collegiate career, we lived overseas for a decade: Japan, Holland, England, Germany, Sweden, Spain and Portugal and then returned to America, where we got married and were together until he died at age 59 of heart disease. It was a good life with him since he was a really decent guy who loved me to pieces.

Six months after Garrett's passing, I sold all my belongings and donated the proceeds to charity. The day the sale of my house was concluded, I went into my Vishnu room and prayed to him before saying that I was ready to return to the morning before my latest transformation in 2011.

I suddenly awoke in my bed in my home. I sat down at my computer and strove to chronicle my adventures to date. It had definitely been a long, strange trip, as the song goes. I had it all down after a couple of months and uploaded it to this site.

Okay, what had I not done now? I mulled it over in mind as to whether or not I should retire the medallion and just live out the rest of my days until Vishnu deems that I finally rest.

Well, there was one thing I hadn't been able to do that I always wanted to: be a pro baseball player. I thought about it and thought about it. I also contemplated the phenomenon of how rock stars wish they were athletes and athletes with they were rock stars. I thus chose to embark on another adventure and, after praying to Vishnu, I put my hands on the medallion and intoned:

"I want to be 6'4" and 235 pounds with five percent body fat, an Adonis body and the most handsome looks in the world with long blonde hair down to my ass, the speed of Usain Bolt, the batting eye of Ted Williams and Barry Bonds, the swing of Barry Bonds, except from the righthand side, the devastating power of Mickey Mantle, the throwing arm of Roberto Clemente, the outfield instincts of Andruw Jones, the hands of Ozzie Smith, the conditioning of Paavo Nurmi, virtuoso ability on guitar and keyboards whereby I'll know how to play any song correctly after hearing it just once, I'll remember how to play all the songs I learned in previous transformations, a great sense for composing neo-classical heavy metal songs, the knowledge of an English Lit and a history Phd, the ability to speak and read Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese, Chinese and Korean to a native level, $1 trillion in my bank account, though nobody will bother me about where I got it or how I use it and the bank I have it in will never go out of business or go bankrupt and the tellers will know who I am, I will have all the leading credit cards with no limits, a Honda Civic, a wide ranging wardrobe, all of my identity documents will have my name as Clinton Jay Parker, I will never become the victim of any injury, crime, accident, assault, or disease, I will never get a girl pregnant no matter how many times I ejaculate in them or on them, I will never  gain weight no matter how much I eat, I will be a black belt in Jeet Kune Do, I will never test positive for any performance enhancing or recreational drug, I will never be detained or arrested for anything I do, I will instinctively know how to get women off within five minutes during oral sex, I will be able to last 25 minutes before I ejaculate during sex, my cock will be 8.5 inches long and 25% larger in circumference than it would be under my normal identity, I will never catch or pass on any sexually transmitted disease, I will always look 21 and won't physically or mentally deteriorate, though my legal age at the start of this transformation will be 16, when I will be entering my junior year of high school in 2011, I will be living in a 4,000 square foot fully furnished two story house with a soundproofed music room and school supplies. I am ready for this transformation "

I awoke in bed and, like with the other transformations, I didn't recognize the interior of my new bedroom. I went to the bathroom to do my business and, when I looked in the mirror, there was what I had asked Vishnu to grant me, the looks and body of a real stud. I brushed my teeth, brushed out my super long hair and then dressed myself in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, socks and running shoes. I picked up a list of my classes off of my nightstand as well as my book bag, which had a notebook and some pens in it, and headed to my garage, where I hit the button for the garage door opener. I slid into my ride, flipped the bag into my backseat, pulled out of my driveway and turned for school.

I parked the car a couple hundred yards from my campus and walked the rest of the way. I would walk past a group of girls and then hear, "oh my God!" I smiled to myself thinking about all the teenage pussy I was going to be inside of in the near future.