Magic Market Mishap - Part Six

"So Shortstack, what do ya say?"

I writhe in my seat as I look up at Lucy, slack-jawed at the suggestion and completely dumbfounded. Of course I shouldn't, this was all insane. Not even an hour ago I had been at the market on the other side of the god damn city, and now here I was nearly a decade younger than I should be and with numerous mix and matched traits.

However, I was a young man again and that came with the surging hormones begging me to take me up on her offer. I can feel my blood boil, my cock pulse, and painfully strain against my jeans. Lucy smirks down at me, obviously enjoying her newfound sense of power and the sight of my discomfort mixed evenly with an overwhelming sense of arousal.

"Come on shortie" she whines in a playful fashion, leaning back on the table. "I don't have all night"

 "I..." I choke out, staggering and stumbling up to my feet in a hasty fashion. "I'll be right back" I chirp, my desire for sex powering through any other rational thought.

"I thought so" she coos with a grin, sitting up as she wriggles in her seat. "Well...go on...mush" she orders, waving me towards the door.

I quickly pace over to the exit, unlocking the door and rushing through to the relatively quiet library. I race down the narrow halls created by the small study cubicles that fill the bulk of the room. My lip quivers as I choke down my desire to whimper, both at the feeling of how little distance my new legs were carrying me but also at the painful bouncing of my hairy and unrestrained chest.

Racing past the cubicles the sounds of soft moans and pleasured grunts rapidly build and dissipate, the sight of college students making out and more quickly coming in and out of view as I speed by. Before long I make it to the stairwell, panting a little as I begin to ascend up to the recreation room and the vending machines.

"I can't be seriously thinking..." I mutter, looking down at my hand and swallowing hard at the sight. The hands of the clock which had burnt into my palm now pointed at the number four, meaning the next swap would leave this thing halfway to whatever end the number ten had in store for me.

However, no matter how much thought I put into it I couldn't deny what my youthful nerdy body desired, a chance to have sex with a hot chick.

Coming up to the landing I glance around, looking for someone to swap with only to be met with no one in sight. Plodding along I march over to the vending machines, thankfully finding the one with condoms accepted credit cards. I can't help but grin widely as I pull the fancy-looking piece of plastic from my thick leather wallet, reveling for a bit in one of the few upsides I had found using this new power of mine.

Fetching the three-pack of condoms as quickly as I can after they fall from the machine, I begin to walk back towards the stairs. As I reach the first step I hear the doors open, whipping my head around to see...