i'm Michael: Transformation: A Supernatural LGBT Romance Page 5

  Why had he said that his name was Michael? Why had that been the name to flow so easily off his tongue. Did she really not recognize him? He was stirred from his thoughts by a low moan and his name coming from her lips

  “Fuck… don't stop, don't stop, Michael. Feels so, ah- nice,” she mumbled, head still resting on the countertop.

  She was getting so into it; Michael, as he was going by in his current form, started to massage lower down her back and along her sides. Each gasp and pleasured moan assuring him that it was all okay. Once his hands were on her hips she suddenly leaned back into him and looked up, drawing a hand down his face softly. After her hand dropped, he bent low and started to kiss along her collarbone and up her neck before finally kissing her softly on her soft, pink lips. He could smell the sunscreen all over of her, although it smelled a bit like strawberries as well. As he kissed her, surprisingly, she didn't pull back and instead turned around in her seat; trying her best not to break the kiss. Once on her knees on the bar stool, she stood on her knees so as to wrap her arms around his neck as they continued kissing for a few more moments.

  It was when they had to surface for air, panting softly, that he leaned backward and looked down at her scrutinizing her a bit. “Well, that escalated quickly then.”

  She blushed and pulled back before sitting on her knees, “Well, if you weren't so damn good at massages!” He chuckled, “It's a gift.”

  She blushed deeper before hastily changing the topic, “So, how do you know Jacob and his family?”

  This is where Michael/Jacob had to get creative. “I'm a cousin. I think Jacob is back late tonight.” At Jacob’s name, she scrunched her nose up for a moment saying, ‘Oh.’

  Deciding to try and salvage his reputation as Jacob he decided that saying such things would work best coming from “Michael”. “I know he can be a bit moody and shit, but he really is a good guy. I mean… He taught me how to massage like that.” He grinned widely and stupidly down at her before bending to capture her lips in his once more for a quick, soft kiss. “Mmm, sunscreen aside - you do taste good. I suppose you want to get to your suntanning now?”

  Secretly he half-hoped that she wanted to stay but as she was deciding he moved to pull his macaroni from the stove and began adding cheeses, milk, and butter to it. By the time he’d turned around with a bowl of mac and cheese she was leaning against the counter watching him.

  “You make it from scratch?” She questioned him with a tilt of her head.

  He laughed as he stabbed his fork into some noodles, “Duh, the only way to make it.” He eyed her for a moment before adding, “You want some?”

  She hesitated for half a moment before shaking her head, “Nah, I'm okay, really.”He shrugged and continued inhaling his food until he had scraped the bowl clean and put it in the sink. At her look, he laughed, “I missed lunch and I'm hungry.” Hannah giggled, “Well, I have to say. I can't believe you're Jacob’s cousin. You're just so… different.” Michael grimaced but managed to turn it into a small smile, “Well, I mean. We are cousins, not brothers.”

  As he had spoken, Hannah had moved closer to him again, standing up on her knees to press against him - drawing circles with her fingers on his chest.

  “You know… My parents aren't home, just like your aunt and uncle… “

  Michael chuckled, “Oh really now…” With that, he inclined his head and captured her lips in his as she slid off of the chair and they started to back up towards the living room. They spent the next 30 minutes or so making out on the couch until they heard the sound of an approaching car next door.

  Hannah jumped up just as Michael had slid a hand up to rest on her back and began to straighten out her hair and bathing suit top; having been wearing a pair of shorts over the bottoms. “Crap! I've got to get back home without my parents knowing where I've been.”

  She seemed worried for some reason and this puzzled Michael but he mentally shrugged it away as he also mentally caused the shade on the window to slowly fall down to cover her presence from the front window. “Go out my back door, through the back gate and then into your yard from the back alley. If they see you come in the gate you can tell them you went for a walk in the woods. If not you can pretend you were out back suntanning all along.” He proposed as he stood up and ran a hand through his hair to tidy it somewhat.

  She appeared to consider it for a moment before nodding and looking at him to lead the way. He quickly moved ahead of her and down the hallway leading to the back entrance, opening it and stepping aside for her to pass.

  However, as she did he seized one last chance to kiss her by grabbing a hold of her ass and smashing his lips into hers. Leaving her stunned he ushered her through the door and closed it before leaning against it and sliding to the ground, locking it with a mental thought.

  As he sat there, replaying the kisses with Hannah - the passion, the heat radiating off of her body something suddenly clicked in his mind and he was thinking of Rebecca from the day of the field trip. He hadn’t gotten to talk to her for very long, but the time he had - had made it so that he was falling for her in a serious way. It seemed to get him more excited than he really wanted to be at the present time and so he pushed himself to a standing position and walked towards the kitchen to finish cleaning up from his lunch.

  *

  Once he had cleaned his lunch up, Michael wandered upstairs to his/Jacob’s bedroom and lay down to stare at the ceiling thinking. Depending on how long these transformations lasted he could see it being beneficial to his plan to win Rebecca’s affections; and if she was as receptive as Hannah… well… Here he just smirked as he started to drift off to sleep lying on a comfortable bed with a warm sunbeam stretched across it.

  Chapter 6: The Idea

  “Michael” wound up sleeping straight through to the next day only to wake up as Jacob again. As he sat on the edge of his bed once again, this time inspecting his body for the lack of attributes he had gained the previous day, it appeared that such a transformation was exhausting for him to have fallen asleep so readily. It was quite interesting, to say the least, it appeared that when he used his newfound powers in excess he transformed into a bigger, stronger and more attractive version of himself no one recognized.

  Once he had stretched, showered and gotten himself dressed he sat cross-legged in front of his mirror, closed his eyes and concentrated on the act of transforming. After several minutes when he felt no shift, no difference he cracked an eye open to see that nothing had changed. He was still his usual scrawny, pale self.

  Perhaps it is directly linked to actually using the telekinesis for something then… He thought to himself as he shifted slightly before having a thought. Although… Perhaps channelling the energy required for such acts into transforming will be enough?

  Taking a few deep, cleansing breaths he closed his eyes again and focused on how much energy and thought it took to levitate his bed with his mind. This time, however, instead of focusing on actually lifting his heavy bed he channelled the energy into the thought, the idea of transforming his body into something stronger – bigger.

  Still not feeling any different he opened his eyes and collapsed backward in frustration when he saw the same lack of change. As he stared at his circling ceiling fan, watching it circling so incredibly fast that he couldn't see the individual blades. As he watched it he focused so hard on trying to slow it with his mind to see the individual blades that he felt a trembling deep within him. The harder he tried to stop the blades, the more the trembling increased. Soon he caught out of the corner of his eye a glow starting to spread from his body.

  Not wanting to jinx it, he stared hard at the fan and willed it to stop - as if he had pulled the chain hanging limply from the middle of it. Soon, concurrently with the fan, he felt his limbs stretching, contouring slightly. He felt the feeling of muscle growing on his arms and legs and the strangely familiar feeling of his chest expanding. Soon enough, the fan had all but stopped moving completely, circling
ever so slowly and the stretching, pulling tight feelings had passed. Pushing his elbows underneath him, he pushed himself up enough to look in the mirror and see his changed body.

  Interesting, he thought, I have to actually use my powers in excess not just channel the energy to transform. Oh… This could be fun. With that, he pushed himself back to his feet and after a moment's indecision opted to go out for a late breakfast, early brunch at the diner a few blocks away.

  *

  A few blocks later he was pushing his way into the small diner, called Treyton Place, hearing the tinkling of the small bell announcing his arrival. Almost as soon as he walked in several Treyton High and TCA students happened to look up for a moment, survey him, and look back down. As Michael took a seat at the long counter he couldn't help but smirk slightly as he noted a few girls eyeing him over their menus and glasses; in fact, a few guys had as well but he didn't notice. He vaguely wondered if anyone could tell who he really was as he ordered a mushroom Swiss burger and fries.

  As he waited for his food the doorbell tinkled again and he looked up to see Tyler Gandry walk in - he completely ignored Michael as he moved to a booth with his friends. It was the pair behind him that made Michael’s heart drop.

  Rebecca Curtis had just walked in and she was not alone. A taller boy, probably Michael's age or older, was beside her. He was also quite good looking, something that Michael was surprised to notice in more than a ‘he's a guy with a girl I like’ way. He hadn't seen either of them around Treyton High, so he assumed this boy attended TCA with Rebecca. Dammit, she's hot, he thought. I have got to figure out how to get mom and dad to transfer me.

  Just then his food arrived and as he smiled kindly at the waitress Rebecca and her friend, for Michael refused to call him her boyfriend, sat beside him. He noticed out of the corner of his eye but did not turn his head. Not that it'd have mattered, no one recognized him looking like this anyway.

  “Awe come on Becky! Just give me your math notes!” The blonde-haired boy pleaded with Rebecca as their own orders arrived. “No Joseph! You should have thought about that before you neglected to take them yourself.” She huffed back at him nibbling on a few fries. Joseph huffed back, glaring darkly, “I told you not to call me Joseph a million bloody times…” Rebecca laughed, tossing her hair back down her back in waves. “Then stop behaving like a child. Oh, wait. My bad you are one.”

  She smirked evilly at Joey who, by his posture, must have been glaring back at her. He tossed a French fry at her, “Oh hush. Just because you turned 18 back in April doesn't make you that much older. I turn 18 in like two weeks!”

  Michael had just learned some valuable information about Rebecca. She had turned 18 months ago - the age difference and a girl being older than him didn't bother him so much - and she took Algebra. I wonder what math they’re talking about… If its Algebra I don't have a clue but if it’s...

  His thoughts were interrupted by Joey mumbling the answer to his question, “Why did I have to take so many AP courses? I'm not smart enough for this shit.”

  “Because you are smart enough, silly,” Rebecca answered him, rubbing between his hunched shoulder blades comfortingly and catching Michael's eye winking and smiling at him.

  “No, I'm not.” Joey returned picking at his fries.

  “Yes, you are. Here-” she began before looking around and up at Michael to tap him on the shoulder.

  Michael looked up, “Yes?” Rebecca smiled, “As an outside observer. Does Joey here look like the genius he is?”

  Michael scrutinized this Joey for a moment, and oddly enough the guy did, and nodded “You wouldn't think looks could tell that, but yes, he looks very smart indeed.”

  Rebecca laughed, which would have made Jacob blush but Michael's mouth just twitched at the corners into a small smile. “I know, right? Anyways, so would you say taking every fucking AP course TCA offers is indicative of that?”

  Michael nodded again, “I'd say so. Every AP course? Are you alongside him then gorgeous?” He grinned stupidly at his compliment of her and she just laughed it off, “Indeed I am. You - I'm sorry I didn't catch your name.”

  “Michael. And yeah, but I'm homeschooled. Too far ahead or some shit for the schools.”

  Rebecca nodded, “I know what you mean. I wish I could just be done with it all but my parents insist on my finishing senior year out.”

  She purposefully seemed to be ignoring his compliment but he didn't want to push her too hard. Particularly since he'd just seen Hannah walk in - smooth as he was he smiled and waved at her. She saw him, smiled and wandered over to slide onto the stool next to him. Michael noticed that she also slid a hand onto his lap surreptitiously as she did so.

  “Rebecca, Joey, this is Hannah. She lives next door to my cousin Jacob and we...er… ran into each other yesterday and she was kind enough to give me a warm welcome.” And I was kind enough to give her a massage that she was kind enough to … thank me for. He added privately to himself.

  “Oh! Are you-?” Rebecca asked moving her finger between the two of them as Joey seemed to be giving Michael the once over. Michael looked at Hannah and shrugged, when she shrugged back he turned to look back at the other two; just catching Joey’s lingering gaze before he whipped his eyes to his plate and stuffed a couple of fries in his mouth. “Are you two-” He asked gesturing between Rebecca and Joey in the same manner.

  Rebecca laughed, “Oh hells no. I much prefer girls to guys.” She winked at Hannah who blushed lightly and shrank slightly in her chair.

  Michael laughed, “You sure about that, sweet cheeks?” He asked her and when she rolled her eyes he laughed harder before turning back in Joey. “And you man? Got anyone special?”

  As he looked him over Michael couldn't help but feel something stirring and it wasn't entirely due to Hannah’s hand placement. It was a foreign concept to him because he'd always figured he was straight, however, those feelings were making him second guess that belief.

  Joey scratched at his nose then rumpled the back of his hair up. “Not particularly, kinda a loner really.”

  Rebecca gave Joey a bit of a shove, “You are not! You just haven’t found the right guy yet. I told you!”

  Michael swallowed nervously, “Ah, so you’re gay then? No disrespect or anything.”

  Joey punched Rebecca in the shoulder before answering, she gave out a soft yelp, “I’m actually bisexual, but thanks for asking.”

  Michael slowly nodded, “I mean as far as I know myself I’m straight as an arrow but then I haven't exactly had many partners before so…”

  Joey nodded, he seemed to be eyeing Michael again and this time Michael caught it he just didn’t say anything. Instead, he took a rather large bite of his burger as he felt Hannah’s had squeeze in his lap and grunted softly into his burger looking down at her mischievous grin.

  After chewing and swallowing he turned his head to whisper in her ear. “Keep that up and I won’t be able to go anywhere for a while let alone somewhere quiet to make out.”

  She immediately pulled her hand back with a slight pout mingled with a small smirk. As of that had been her goal all along. Michael rolled his eyes and grabbed a few fries to munch on as he stared straight ahead, Rebecca and Joey - having gone back to their math discussions - didn’t see it.

  A small smirk spreading across his face, Michael continued to eat his burger until he was finished with it. By the time he was picking at the last of his French fries, Joey had pulled out what looked to be his math textbook and was staring at a spot on the page.

  Using a napkin to wipe the fry grease from his fingers he swallowed and went over to where Joey sat. “So what exactly are you having trouble with?” Joey looked up slightly startled but relaxed when he saw it was Michael. “Trig… I hate Trig… Give me Calculus, give me quadratic equations, but why do we have to learn Trig.”

  Michael laughed, “I know, right? Although you're in luck; I happen to be a Trigonometry whiz.” He grinned at the other boy, suddenly
feeling a wave of something warm wash over him that he quickly dismissed. Joey seemed to perk up at that, and Rebecca smiled kindly at him, “That would be amazing Mike… Do you mind if I call you Mike?”

  Eyes sparing only a half a second to flicker up to Rebecca’s face, I'll win her affections, he thought. “Ah, yeah, Mike is fine yeah. Or Sully. My last name is Sullivan, so. Anyway, what are you having problems with?”

  Joey was all smiles as he seemed to shift closer to Michael, not noticeable to anyone else but enough. “Oh, basically any of it. I’m hopeless in this area, I swear.” Mike smiled, “I’m sure you're not hopeless. Just struggling, but that is what I am here for.”

  Joey shrugged before turning a page in his book, “Then perhaps you can explain to me what all this SOH, CAH, TOA shit means.” Mike laughed lightly remembering his own frustration with the exact same problems Joey was now experiencing, “Ah, that's easy and once you understand that the rest becomes easy.”

  From there he fished into his pockets before finding a pen and pulled a napkin towards him to draw a triangle with a 90 degree on it. On one side, he wrote the number 30, on the long side the number 50 and on the vertical side no number. In the angles of the triangle he wrote a box in the 90-degree corner and 20 in the top angle and a question mark in the empty angle.

  “Okay, so say you have a triangle and the question mark is the value you need to solve for.” He paused to make sure Joey was following, he was.

  “So TOA equals TAN: Opposite over Adjacent, CAH equals Cosine: Adjacent over Hypotenuse and SOH equals Sine: Opposite over Hypotenuse. In trig you use the formula: 'A' squared + 'B' squared equals 'C' squared where 'C' equals the hypotenuse, 'A' one side and 'B' the other.” He took a breath before continuing.