Date: Sun, 24 May 2020 00:26:48 -0500 From: Sam Subject: Young Again - Chapter 2 Please support Nifty to keep this free service going. https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is my first attempt at writing a story. Thank you for taking the time to read it. Comments are welcome. sam@gamermail.net The following is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places or events is coincidental. This is a romance story in many parts. If you are looking for a quickie, this isn't it. Young Again - Chapter 2 by Sam I show Marty around my house (his house?). I mean, it is still in my name, but everyone will assume it is his as he is the adult. We get to the master bedroom and I stop. Crap, I have to give Marty my room! It would look strange if the kid was in the master bedroom and the adult was in the spare room. This sucks! I love my room. I have a huge 4K Smart TV with surround sound. The spare room doesn't have a TV at all. Man, being a kid sucks. Marty senses my sadness at losing my room but says he will spend some of his money to set up my new room the way I want it. I guess that is something at least. I'm going to miss the big bed though. It has a king size bed with nightstands on both sides. The spare room just has a double bed (a king size wouldn't fit) and one night stand with a lamp. Marty offers to help me move my stuff over to my new room. I thank him but realize there isn't much to move. I have my phone and iPad charger, alarm clock and what is in my nightstand drawer. All my clothes are way too big now. Which brings up another problem, I have no clothes to wear. I'm still standing in the towel. Marty could take me clothes shopping, but they don't let you in the mall naked. Well they could, but running around in this hot body in public might bring a child molester enough of a thrill that he would try to kidnap and fuck me. Speaking of which, I think I'll check something. I reach down under my towel and put a finger to my butthole. I try to push it in and it doesn't budge. Well guess I'm still a virgin. Marty sees me do this and raises his eyebrow. I say, "just getting to know the new me". Marty chuckles, we really are going to get along great. I ask Marty about clothing. He says he's been thinking about that too, seeing he's been watching me walk around in just a towel this whole time. He says he can run to the store real quick and pick up a single outfit for me to wear so he can take me to the clothing store to pick out and try on a new wardrobe. I say that's a great idea, but we don't know my sizes. He says he knows but he could guess and if he's wrong it is only one outfit and we can get the right sizes when we try them on in the store later. It's agreed and Marty heads off to the store. I also give him my house key so he can get a copy made for himself. While Marty's gone I move what little I need to, to the other bedroom. My nightstand drawer doesn't have much, just the book I'm reading, a box of condoms, and a bottle of lube. I take the book and lube, the condoms are too big for this little pecker so I leave them there for Marty to use. I get some trash bags from the kitchen and start to bag up all my old clothes. We'll drop them off at the Salvation Army drop box in the mall parking lot when we go to get the new clothes for me. I also pull the bedding off the bed and put them in the washer. Might as well give Marty clean sheets for his first night in his new house. When the washer is done, I throw them in the dryer and Marty returns with the clothes he bought. I put on the new clothes. Marty got me some underwear, socks, shoes, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. They all fit perfectly. Marty must be really good at guessing sizes. We headed off to the mall and after dropping off my old clothes in the drop box we went into the clothing store. I didn't know what styles to get but I got stuff that looked good to me. Marty made sure I got clothes that would be appropriate in school, even though I wasn't sure why I needed to go to school. I have a college degree. Marty says it is to keep up appearances, boys go to school. Fine, at least it will be something to do. The school doesn't have a uniform but has a dress code. Solid colors, no bad language, no shorts. That sort of thing. That wasn't a problem. I couldn't find a boys shirt that said "Cum Dumpster" on it, so, oh well. I did spot a pair of girls pants that said "Juicy" on the butt and looked through them to see if I could find one to fit me. Marty saw me and said "No." I tried to argue the point, this ass is juicy, but eventually gave up and left the pants. Back at home I took my new clothes to the laundry room to wash them and took Marty's bedding out of the dryer. I went in and made Marty's bed and he told me I was a good boy. (Sometimes he can go too far). Once I had all my clothes washed and put away in my new room I asked Marty about his stuff. He said all he had was clothes and some books and movies and would just get them from his apartment and bring them over Monday while I was in school. (Crap I have to go to school this soon!) I asked how he was going to get me registered as my birth certificate said I was 41. He said the US Marshals would be issuing me a fake birth certificate like they do the people in witness protection and the Department of Education would be doctoring me up an education history so I could start the 6th grade. I tell him that's just wonderful. I'll just go to my room and enjoy my last bit of freedom before I get thrown back into the hellhole that was school for me when I was growing up. Marty chuckles as I walk to my room and close the door. I lay on my bed looking at the ceiling thinking about all that has happened today. Went to bed as a 41 year old man, woke up as an 11 year old boy, met a guy named Marty who is now going to take care of me, and have to start school again on Monday. It's not all bad I guess, and could be worse. I could be on my own with no help at all. And Marty seems like a nice guy. Wish I didn't have to go to school though. I hated school growing up. I was the little nerdy kid all the jocks liked to pick on. Luckily they didn't know I was gay too. But that probably was because neither did I. I didn't figure it out until college. I missed out on dating in middle and high school. Not that there would be much to date, this was the 80's and early 90's. Being gay back then wasn't cool like it is today. You couldn't go up to a boy and ask him out without risking him punching you for your trouble. I guess now it's better with all the LGBT stuff on TV. Well hopefully at least. Hiding that this body is gay isn't going to be possible, it just screams I'm gay. Marty knocks on the door and says through it that dinner will be ready in 10 minutes if I want to freshen up. I say thank you and hear his footsteps walk away. Well that's something, he'll give me my privacy. We eat dinner and Marty is actually a good cook. Afterward we watched a movie together and I let Marty choose. He picked a good one. At least we have similar tastes, this might not be that bad. When the movie was over I said good night to Marty and went to bed. To be honest I couldn't wait for this day to be over. It has really been far too much for me. I laid down and went to sleep, hoping tomorrow it would have all been a dream. To be continued...