Tanner's Turn

I needed the perfect costume. It was my freshman year, and I had gotten into the frat house of my dreams. I really only got in because of Riley. He has been my best friend for 10 years. We did everything together. He is the all-American jock. Riley is loved by basically everyone. He is 6'1 180 lbs of muscle, blonde hair and blue eyes, and from what his gf says, pretty perfect below the waist too. I've only seen it soft when we were changing, but it beats mine when he's not hard, so I am a little jealous.

I guess I should tell you about me too. I'm Tanner, 6'0, 160 lbs, pretty lanky, with average equipment that my last hookup called "cute." You know how embarrassing it is to have a girl refer to your junk as "cute". Needless to say, I fucked her brains out to make up for it. She wasn't calling me cute after!

Where was I? Oh yeah, the Halloween party. I needed the perfect costume to prove my worth. Don't get me wrong, I am happy that I got in, even though it took Riley vouching for me, but I needed to win this costume contest to show I can stand on my own! I may not be the all-American jock, but I am still a great person, and I am fun to be around. It all started the day Riley came to my room.

Knock knock. "Come in." I shouted at the door. Riley came in and tossed me a basketball.

"What's up, Tan, ready to go shoot some hoops?"

"Man, wish I could, but I have to find a costume today for the party Friday. It's my only day with no classes."

"This again? I don't know why you are so stressed about this contest. The prize is a $25 gift card to the restaurant of your choice. You are gonna spend more money on a costume than the prize. Just do like I am going to, Grab a speedo and go as a swimmer."

"Riley, I don't look like you in a Speedo. Besides, I need something to win. You know all the brothers give me shit for you getting me in. I want to be able to walk down the hall without getting called Tag-a-long."

"Bro, don't sweat them. They are just jealous they didn't have a friend like me." He laughed and fake punched me in the arm.

"I know, but still, I just really want to win, okay? Will you help me?" I pleaded.

"Fine, let's go find you a kick-ass costume!"

We went to five different shops, all with the same old generic costumes. Nothing really caught my eye. With only one shop left, I was praying for a miracle. We went to the mall that had recently closed down. A Halloween shop had rented out the space. We walked in; it was huge, but they were using only about a fourth of the space for the actual shop. I guess they didn't have enough product to fill it up. We split up and walked around trying to find something, anything that was unique from the others.

"I am never going to find what I am looking for," I said out loud.

A creepy old man walked out from behind the curtain. He gave me chills. You know those guys that you see on the street that you think to yourself, they have someone in their basement right now? That was this guy.

"What is it that you are looking for?" He smiled.

"Do you work here?" I asked him.

"Not exactly, but I am familiar with costumes and may be able to help you find what it is you are looking for."

"Well, I think that's part of the problem. I don't really know what I am looking for. I have a costume contest at my frat house Friday night, and I really want to win! I just need something new and different that hasn't been done before."

He smiled real big. "You know, I have the perfect thing for you. You will win for sure, but you'll have to trust me. Do you think you can do that?"

Let's see, trust the creepy random stranger in the costume shop who claims to have the perfect costume for me but doesn't work there... I knew this wasn't going to go well, but I was getting desperate. The party was tomorrow night, and I had nothing. "Alright, show me what you have."

"Right this way, dear boy." He led me through the black curtain toward the back of the store. There were no costumes back here either. Where was he taking me?

"This is what you need right here." He pulled a plain white sheet out of the box.

"You want me to cut holes in that and be a ghost? Come on, dude, please tell me this isn't what you brought me back here for."

"It may look like an ordinary sheet, but there is something special about this sheet. Dream up any costume you would like, anything at all, and simply say the words: I wish... Then once you put the sheet on, it will become whatever you wished to be for 24 hours."

I could not believe what this guy was trying to sell me. A plain white sheet. It literally looked like something off a bed in a hotel room. "So, let me get this straight: you want me to believe that this sheet is magic and it will turn into the perfect costume? Come on, are you on drugs?"

"Hardly." He laughed. " You don't have to believe me, but it is true. There are some rules that come with it, though."

"Oh yeah, and what is that exactly?"

"First, once you make your wish, the costume will become whatever you say. You can't change your mind. If you say a second wish, it'll still turn into the first wish. Second, once you put it on, you can't take it off for twenty-four hours, no matter what. Third, whatever you wish to become, you and everyone around you will truly believe that you are that thing, so I wouldn't pick something like a werewolf; you might eat your friends. Lastly, and this is very important, so listen closely. You can't use this suit to get laid. If you have an orgasm in this suit, the costume will become permanent, and you can never take it off. Understand?"

"Let me guess: this magical sheet is going to cost me a bunch of money, and when it doesn't work, I'll come back here, and you will be long gone. You are out of your mind, dude. I was born at night, but not last night."

"I see you doubt the magic, and that is fine. How about this: you come back and pay me after the party. If the costume does what I say it does, you pay me $100; if not, you don't lose anything. Seems fair?"

"Alright, fine, but this better not be some trap of some kind." I took the sheet in hand and went to find Riley.

I knew this stupid sheet wasn't going to work, but what did I really have to lose? At least no one would know, and I wasn't out any money, so I figured, what's the harm in trying? If for some reason it did work, I would be a hit!

"You find anything?" Riley asked, swinging a scythe.

"No, nothing. Would you put that thing down? Let's go already."

"What about the contest? You still don't have a costume." He questioned.

"As you said, it's not worth the prize anyway, right? I'll just throw on this sheet, cut two holes in it, and be a ghost."

"Now that's crazy, you'll never get laid like that." He laughed.

We headed back to the house, my sheet in hand. I thought about all the possibilities of what I could become. I knew not to get my hopes up; I mean, It's just a plain white sheet. There is no way this was going to work. Yet, I had to try.

I immediately jumped on my laptop and started doing research. I had to pick the perfect costume. If it did work, I didn't want to become something dangerous. No Vampires, werewolves, etc. I had to think outside the box, something killer but not literally. Then I found the perfect solution: a true Roman Gladiator. Yes, I know what you all are thinking: Gladiator is played out, and I agree, but if this sheet works the way the guy told me, it'll be a real gladiator outfit, Chainmail and all, so it was decided that's what I would wish for. It was only 9 pm, so it was a little early for me to make the wish. I'll make it first thing in the morning; that way, by Saturday morning, I will be back to normal. I put the sheet under my bed and lay down. I really hope this works. If not, I will have to find another way to win over my brothers.

Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang. I cracked open my eyes. Who the hell is banging on my door? What time is it? I stumbled out of bed and checked my phone. 2:43 a. m. Why the hell is someone here in the middle of the night? I opened the door to a very drunk Riley who looked like he had been crying.

"I can't believe it. Tanner, I... It was so stupid. Now what am I going to do?" He started to sob incoherently. He barged into my room and went and sat on my bed.

"Come in, I guess," I said, kind of annoyed. Let me give you some backstory here as to why I was annoyed. The same thing always happened. You see RIley was obsessed with Anal. He always wants girls to take his massive schlong up their butt, and they always tell him no. He gets a girlfriend, they go hot and heavy for a while, he convinces them to try it, they tell him to stop as soon as he gets part of the way in, and he always has to push it in all the way. They get mad, dump him, and I am left to pick up the drunk pieces. This is the 3rd girl this semester. The first few times, I was sympathetic. I listened, I comforted him, I encouraged him to let the anal thing go, but this is getting ridiculous.

"Come on buddy, what happened this time?"

"The same thing that always happens. Melissa turned out to be a bitch."

"Was she a bitch, or did she just not want to do anal?"

"Tanner, you don't understand; it feels so amazing." He was getting tears and snot all over my bed.

"Buddy, I know you're sad, but can you find something other than my bed to wipe your nose with?"

He reached down, grabbed the sheet from under my bed, and blew his nose.

"No, Not that! That is my costume." I grabbed the sheet and tried to wipe the snot off.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I can't do anything right." He started sobbing loudly.

"Shhh, do you want to wake the whole house up? Here, take the sheet back, I'll get a new on tomorrow, it's fine." It's not like the thing was actually going to work anyway, so why care, right?

"It's just so hard to find the right girl. It just hurts, man."

"I know, I know. Why don't you stay in my room tonight? You are a mess and will probably puke at some point, so I am going to put this trash can by the bed. You will feel better in the morning." He lay down and covered up with the extra sheet.

"Thanks, Tanner, you are such a good friend."

"All good, buddy; you would do the same for me." I climbed into bed next to him and lay down. Hopefully he wouldn't get puke all over everything in the middle of the night.

"I just wish I could find a smoking hot girl obsessed with my dick, you know? One willing to do anal anytime I wanted it. She would be begging me to plow her ass and dump my cum in there. Every time I came in her ass, she'd have the best orgasm of her life, so she would keep coming back for more. Is that too much to ask?"

"Yeah, buddy, that probably is. I am just happy if a girl lets me fuck her missionary." We both laughed at that one. I lay there for a few minutes, grateful for Riley. As much as I give him shit for the random drunk nights, he still does a lot for me. Maybe I'll try to find him a girl. Granted, can't find one for myself, but who knows. Worth a shot, right?

I finally dozed off; I tossed and turned a lot. I heard Riley puking at one point, but it sounded like he used the garbage can. When we woke up the next morning, Riley was spooning me from behind. I could feel his morning wood pressed against my back. Geez, he felt huge. I can't blame those girls for acting the way they did. The thing was a monster and took up half my back. He started grinding against me. Eww, this was enough.

"Wake up, Romeo." I elbowed him in the stomach.

"Oww, what the hell was that for?"

"You were rubbing your dick all over my back; that's not a way I wanna wake up."

"Sorry, bro, can't control him in the morning; he has a mind of his own."

"Well, mind of his own or not, get him away from me." He laughed and hit me with a pillow.

"That's fine, I have class anyway, we still going to lunch later?" He started rummaging through my clothes to pick out an outfit.

"Yeah, if I am up then. SOMEONE woke me up in the middle of the night, so I am going back to bed."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you'll be fine. Be ready at 12:30 pm, that gives you plenty of time to get ready!" he said as he moved towards the door to leave.

"Have fun in class, goodnight."

"See ya, thanks again for letting me crash and being a good friend."

"I always got your back," I said as he left my room. At least now I can get some decent sleep, and I dozed back off. When I woke up again, I found myself a little hazy. I looked over at my phone, and it was already past noon. I needed to get up and get ready. I ran down the hall to shower and brush my teeth real quick. When I returned to my room, I had to figure out what to wear. That's when I saw the sheet on the floor and remembered the costume. I stood there frozen. This was the moment of truth. If the sheet was really going to work, I was about to find out. I crossed the room, picked it up, and mentally prepared myself.

"Alright, here goes nothing. I wish to become a real Roman gladiator." Part of me was expecting the sheet to glow or something, but nothing happened. I knew this thing wasn't going to work. I never should have believed that man and got my hopes up. Well, at least I can still use it as a sheet and go as a ghost. I spread the sheet out and threw it around my body to make sure it would at least cover me. That's when it happened.

The room started spinning, and I felt myself changing. "Oh man, it actually works, holy shit, Riley is never going to believe this!" My clothes started changing, and I felt tingly all over. I closed my eyes and let the sheet do its magic. Finally, the room stopped spinning, and I felt myself steady. Something wasn't right. The armor that they wore back then would have been really heavy; instead, my clothes felt super light. I looked down and couldn't believe what I saw. I was wearing a white button-down shirt, a black lacy mini skirt, black heels, and a white bra.

"What the fuck is this???" I went over to the mirror, and I was completely dressed in girls' clothes. Thankfully, I looked exactly the same, but it was still weird as hell. I grabbed for my dick, and thank god it was still there. If the sheet could dress me in girls' clothes, I was afraid it could take my dick too.

Knock Knock Shit! Riley is here. I can't let him see me like this; he will never let me live it down. Riley burst into the room. "Tanner ready for... Oh... I'm sorry, miss. I didn't know Tanner had company. I'm Riley." He smiled and walked toward me, hand out to shake.

"Very funny, dude. Look I got these clothes to see if maybe I could shock people at the party enough to win the prize, but im not gonna wear them. I look ridiculous. Let me just change, and we can go to lunch." I turned away from Riley and started shedding the girl's clothing. I waited for some sort of response, some hell he was going to give me, but he stayed silent behind me. I hoped I could just get through this quickly and that he wouldn't ask any questions. How was I going to explain when I had bought the clothes, why I wanted to dress like a girl, etc.? I got down to the bra and panties that apparently came with my wardrobe change. I took the panties off, but I couldn't get the bra.

"Riley, can you help me out of this bra? I can't seem to get it." Totally silent. Nothing. No response, no movement.

"Riley?" I said again. "Can you help me out here?"

"Yeah, sorry..." He almost whispered it. "Just not used to things moving this quickly."

Moving quickly? I thought, what is that supposed to mean? I felt him come up behind me and start to unfasten the bra. He was doing it one latch at a time, real slow. Nex thing I know I feel his lips press against my neck and his bare dick against my ass.

"Ohhhh." I moaned out and sprang a full erection. What the hell is he doing? He is kissing my neck?? Why is he naked?? I tried to say all these questions out loud, but my body wouldn't let me. Just moans and whimpers. That's all I could get out.

"You are so beautiful. I don't know how we ended up meeting like this, but I can't wait to finish what we started." Riley undid the bra, picked me up, and carried me to the bed.

Riley, it's me, Tanner. I know it's hard to believe, but I bought this stupid Magic sheet yesterday, and for some reason it put me in girls' clothes. But it's still me. What are you doing??

That's what I wanted to say, but here is what came out of my mouth:

"Oh baby, I can't wait to get your big dick inside of me. Tanner sent me here to give you your wish. He said you wanted a girl who loved anal, and I am here to make your dreams come true."

WHAT??? What the hell is happening to me?? Please, someone, wake me up from this nightmare. I am not gay, Tanner isn't gay, this can't be happening.

"I'll have to find a big way to thank him. You sure you can take me? I know I am awfully big and I don't want to hurt you. Girls usually get the head in, freak out, and bolt."

Riley, please don't do this, man. It's me. It's your best friend in the whole world. You can't do this to me.

Sadly, as you might have already figured out, that's not what came out:

"I can take it, baby; don't you worry. I am here to grant your wish. Be the girl who loves anal and takes anything you can give. I want you to fill me with your cum, that always makes me cum."

Then it dawned on me. The wish Riley made last night... "I just wish I could find a smoking hot girl obsessed with my dick, you know? One willing to do anal anytime I wanted it. She would be begging me to plow her ass and dump my cum in there. Every time I came in her ass, she'd have the best orgasm of her life, so she would keep coming back for more. Is that too much to ask?" It hit me like a ton of bricks. He was holding the sheet. I turned into his perfect girl, and that's all he sees.

"First, let me eat that pussy to get us started." He leaned over me, held my soft cock in his hands, and started blowing me. "Ohhh fuck baby, eat that pussy real good." What the fuck is happening? Riley is sucking my dick, but thinks he is eating a pussy. He really sees me as a girl. Fuck, his mouth is starting to feel real good. I am starting to get hard.

"Oh fuck yeah, eat that pussy. Shove your face in it." It was like watching gay porn and hearing straight porn sounds. It was so confusing, but I had to admit he was starting to really turn me on. Maybe it won't be horrible. If the magic created this body, maybe I'll be made to take his dick?

"My turn." He said quietly and flipped me over on the bed. He grabbed my lube from my drawer and started lubing up his dick. I looked back over my shoulder and saw a new side of my best friend. Pure lust. His dick was hard as steel. It had to be at least 10 inches and thick. I know from watching porn that dicks like that exist, but it's weird when they are on your best friend.

He started sliding his cock back and forth between my cheeks. Rubbing up and down, teasing my hole. I shivered every time he pushed against it. He leaned over my back and moved in close to my ear. "Are you ready?" he whispered. I felt him line up his cock with my hole. I begged and pleaded with any god that might hear me to save me from this situation.

"Born ready for that cock, baby." With that, he pushed inside me. It felt as if I had been struck by lightning. It was the worst pain I had ever felt. Please take it out. Please. I can't take this; I feel like he is splitting me in two. "Ohhhhh fuck yes. Give me that big cock. Oh, you feel so good. Fuck me like you mean it." I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth. My body had betrayed me; this costume had, too. Just as I was about to give up, something happened. Riley was plunging his cock in and out of my hole, going deeper each time he went, and I started to feel him rubbing something inside me that started feeling good.

My dick sprang to attention; it felt like I had taken a viagra. I don't know that I have ever been this hard in my life. I started arching my back and pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Fuck yeah, Riley, give me that big cock. Fuck me harder. Ohhh fuck. More. God, please, MORE." I hated to admit it, but that's what I actually wanted to say. As he railed into me, I only felt pleasure. I wanted him so much, and I had him, all to myself.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fill your ass with my seed." That's when it hit me. Just when I was starting to give in to him and surrender to my best friend and enjoy the moment, I realized that if I cum, I will be stuck like this forever.

I started thinking of the most unsexy things ever. Tried to turn my brain off, but his big throbbing cock was working my ass in overdrive. I was panting and so horny. My cock was so hard. I don't think I can stop myself. I don't think...

"Oh fuck baby here it cums." Then I felt it. His cum was pouring into my ass, and my cum was shooting out of my dick all over me. "Ohhhhhhh Noooooooo," I screamed as I painted us both. When had he flipped me on my back? I watched his face as 11 shots of cum filled my ass. We were both sweating and panting. I closed my eyes as I neared the end of my orgasm. I was terrified to open them. I finally gained the courage to look and see what had become of me. I opened my eyes, and Riley was still inside me, still panting with my legs wrapped around him. I looked down and saw I still had my dick, so that's a good sign, I guess, but only time will tell. Riley finally opened his eyes and just stared at me...

It was quiet....

We stared for a good 5 minutes with no talking...

And then....

"Tanner?"