#scp1990

A Case of SCP-1990: The Mediocre Wish Granter

(Part One)

“Got it, Mrs. Robinson.” I say over the phone, one hand covering my other ear to make out her words over the loud howling of snow on her background. “Yes, I can stay with him overnight. Don’t worry, I already called mom—yeah, won’t be a problem. Sure, stay safe out there!” Then there was a beep signaling the end of the call. I sighed, then slid the phone back in my pocket.

“What’d she say?” A small voice says to me from the couch, Richard, the eight-year old kid I was supposed to babysit. “Tell me she’s going home tomorrow.”

“Yep,” I nodded, walking back towards the couch where he sat watching a movie. Richard grins, sighing in relief as he returned to his show. “I’ll have to crash here for the night too. That okay with you, kiddo?” I ask him, plopping down beside him and looking out the window, where the snow was also picking up and starting to fall heavier.

“You cook better than her.” He deadpans while holding his stuffed tiger close, and I laugh while patting his head. I live a few houses over, though my mom knew Lydia, his mother, from the local garden club so I frequently came over to babysit Richard since he was four. They’re nice people, a single mother and her two sons—so I couldn’t really refuse. And anyway, I had another reason why I liked coming over.

“So, what do you want for dinner?” I ask Richard, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. He just shrugs, ponders for a moment, then points over the box on the counter. “Mac and cheese? Again?”

“Mom’s not here anyway.” He just mutters, and I chuckled as I stood up to get ready. I should’ve guessed that ‘cooking better’ meant ‘cooking what I want’ to Richard. “Crunchy top please.” He adds, turning back to the movie.

“That’s going to take a little—” I respond, already on my way to the kitchen, when there was a loud knock on the door. I raised an eyebrow at this, even Richard looked over the couch curiously. “Coming!” I call out, intrigued as to who may be out in the snow at this time. It could just be someone asking directions, I thought, or a neighbor.

As soon as I turn the knob of the door open, the person pushes it open fully, then slips inside as he slams it close against the biting cold. I was going to yell for Richard to call the cops, but caught myself while the figure shook snow off his hair and coat.

This was the other reason I liked coming over.

“Sorry mom, I know it’s sudden but—” he starts to mumble quickly, but stops short at my sight. “Seth? What are you doing here?” He asks. This was Victor, Richard’s older brother. He’s about two years my senior, much taller, and already a sophomore in a university a couple of towns away. I wasn’t as close with him as I was with Richard, especially since Lydia and Victor weren’t on the bestest of terms. Still, I’ve long since felt something every time we cross paths in school or whenever I sit Richard.

Victor was a few inches taller than I am, and since I last saw him two years ago, he seems to be oozing more of his appeal now. He had eyes that I could swear people would get drawn to, youthful masculine face and sculpted features, great physique, and a smile that could get anyone. I liked coming over, not because I harbored feelings for him, but I always wanted to be just like him—especially physically.

He was very athletic too, I recall he’d been part of the high school’s basketball team. Even when he started college, Lydia had mentioned a couple of times that he made it on their team as well, though I heard he quit the team beginning sophomore year because of a disagreement between him and a couple of teammates. Still, I’ve spent a couple of moments doing ‘business’ on a couple of his team’s photoshoots.

“Your mom’s visiting a friend and then, y’know.” I told him, gesturing at the snow outside while also trying to catch my breath. His brows rise in understanding, then nods at me, making my heart jump a little and life stir in my pants. “She didn’t tell me you were coming though?”

“It’s more of an impulse thing…” He replies a little sheepishly, hanging his coat over the stair banister. He looked a little flushed too, maybe from the snow but even his eyes were a little red as if he were crying. “Listen, I just need the night over, maybe I can leave before mom comes home so don’t tell her.”

“Are you okay? I ask, catching him just before he ascends the stairs. He looked a little troubled as he turned back, the corners of his lips twitching a little before offering a curt nod.

“Yeah, I just need the night. I’ll get back to my dorm tomorrow.” Victor says softly, smiling slightly before making his way up to his old room and leaving me a little dumbfounded. At the same time, Richard steps out of the living room and into the hallway.

“Was that Vic again?” He asks, his plush tucked under his arm. I nod, looking back up the stairs then before turning back to Richard. I opened my mouth to ask him about it but he shrugs and beats me to it. “Oh yeah, he sneaks home when he fights with his boyfriend.” He tells me as-a-matter-of-factly.

“He has a boyfriend?” I start to ask Richard, and he just nods as he turns back towards the living room. “I didn’t know—”

“He doesn’t know that I know so don’t tell him.” He calls out over the sound of the TV, then adds. “Hurry up, I’m hungry!”

I was still a little stunned, and pleasantly surprised at the revelation but quickly went to prepare Richard’s food, contemplating whether or not I make enough for Victor too. I did end up making a little extra, though, and had Richard tell him about it. He said he wasn’t really hungry but thanked me nonetheless. It took most of my self-control and will to not peek into Victor’s room though.

It was soon late night, Victor really hadn’t gone down at all meanwhile Richard was already fighting to keep his eyes open so I had to tuck him in. I was originally supposed to sleep in Victor’s room, and since I didn’t want to sleep in Lydia’s room, that left me the couch. The guest room hadn’t been cleaned in years, and as tempting as it was, I’d rather get uncomfortable than sleep in dust.

Outside, the blizzard had only gotten stronger and I was thankful the Robinsons had heaters installed. I had turned the TV off once I had tucked Richard in, and waited for sleep to take me as I scrolled on my phone. It was around midnight when tendrils of drowsiness had started to take root in me when Richard appeared behind the couch.

“Whoa, buddy.” I told him, rising up from the couch. “You okay? Can’t sleep?”

“I just thought you’d be lonely down here, so have her.” He tells me then dumps his stuffed tiger on my lap before yawning and turning back. “Sarah helps you sleep.” And then he was gone.

I chuckled as I lied back down while I examined the toy. It looked old, and the name ‘SARAH’ was written in bold marker on the clean and care tag, it was cute and thoughtful. I had just tucked one of the pillows under my head when I heard footsteps, heavy, leading to the kitchen. I shifted on the couch a little, enough to see Victor in his pajamas taking something out of the fridge.

At that point, I could already feel exhaustion and sleep seeping into my bones. I gripped the toy close to me, my vision already fading all the while I thought in my head, “I wish I looked as great as Victor.”, with the sight of him sneaking back upstairs the last I see.

Some time in my sleep, I felt something in and around me shift. I couldn’t explain it, and I could be dreaming, but it felt as if I was floating freely in the air. My vision was a little foggy, but a sudden breeze seemingly blew me up and through what looked like the ceiling downstairs. It was surreal, like swimming in the ocean and getting carried by a strong current.

My eyes adjusted slightly in the dark, and beneath me I could see a familiar figure—it was Victor in a prone position. I looked at his sleeping facade, his features softening and giving way to a more innocent look. I was confused, I didn’t know what was happening and why I was seeing him like this. It was only until I felt the breeze again, when it started to pull me down towards Victor that I started to panic. All I could do as I got dragged down was shield my face, and brace for impact.

–

“Hey!” I felt small hands gripping my arm, shaking me awake from my sleep. It was a little faint, with my hearing slowly coming to me as I bolt up. “Hey, I can’t find Seth.” He tells me, and I blink around me in confusion.

“What?” I asked, my voice sounding a little groggy and deeper than I knew. Even the room looked a little too bright for me, the couch—or bed felt much softer than I remembered. I could feel a blanket tangled between my legs, though I distinctly remember not having one. “Did you guys bring me up here?” I ask, rubbing my eyes.

“Huh?” Richard asks, raising an eyebrow at me. “I can’t find Seth, did you see him?”

“What do you mean?” I ask back, my vision finally clearing. It was then that I realized I was in Victor’s room, evidenced by the countless posters all over the walls, a dozen questions running in my head, including Richard’s weird question, and I had to press my palms over my eyes. “I’m—”

I stopped, hearing my voice. I blinked once, then brought my hands down, staring at the veins that run along my arm. My hands were bigger, as well as my arms, and I wasn’t wearing the shirt I had yesterday—instead I was wearing Victor’s pajamas. I threw the blanket off my legs, making Richard jump back, as I stared at my legs, except they weren’t mine. I touched my face, ran a hand through my hair, and stifled a sound of both surprise and disbelief.

“Are you okay?” Richard asked, though he was now standing near the door and looked a little spooked. I didn’t know how to respond, but the first thing that came to mind was to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating or having delusions.

“Yeah,” I told him, slowly getting off the bed and then noting that the snowfall had stopped through the window. “Maybe he had to go early.” I say, both weirded out and aroused at hearing Victor’s voice come out of my mouth.

“Aww.” Richard groans, stepping out of the room. “Can you call him for me please? I can’t find Sarah anywhere.”

“Sarah?” I ask, before remembering his stuffed tiger. “Yeah sure, just give me a sec.” He disappeared into the hallway at this, and I dashed towards the door and closed it as soon as he was away. Immediately, the first thing I did was turn towards the mirror on the corner of the room and stripped my shirt off.

“Holy shit,” I say under my breath, the corners of my mouth twitching up to a smile while I glide my hand over my broad chest, the other tracing my abs. I pinched myself for a moment, and once I was sure I wasn’t dreaming, continued to admire myself in the mirror. “It’s real.” I tell myself, letting my hand plunge inside my pants.

I couldn’t even recall much of what happened—all I remember was falling asleep as I watched Victor sneak back upstairs, the weird dream, and then this. Was it even really a dream, or was it what led to this? Did my wish somehow come true? I had no clue, and I didn’t really want to think much about it as I felt the strong urge to explore my new self, and mess around my new body, which I did.

It was the best feeling I’ve had, ever, and I found myself a little reluctant to pull myself off the bed once I was done and reeling from the afterglow. But when I did, I had to physically turn myself away from the mirror, or else I’d be playing with myself again. I decided to dress up, and since it was the weekend, maybe have some fun as Victor for a while.

I dashed down towards the kitchen, where I saw Richard preparing himself a bowl of cereal. “Well?” He asked, looking at me expectantly.

“Well what—” I start, then remembered earlier, when he was looking for me and his toy. “Oh. Yeah, Seth had to get home early, something was up. Didn’t mention Sarah.” I bluff, shrugging at him who eyes me suspiciously before sighing. “Look buddy, I have to go. Don’t tell mom, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever.” He replies, pouring milk on his bowl. I grin at him, then gave him a wink as I grabbed Victor’s coat hanging on the bannister. I patted the pockets down, and quickly found his car keys.

Because of Richard’s revelation last night, I had a vague idea of how to spend the day: back in Victor’s university. I don’t know what was up with him and his boyfriend, but I plan to take advantage of it. I checked his phone earlier, and he had a couple of messages and calls from who I assume was his boyfriend, Jude.

The road outside was fortunately already cleared, no more snow or sheets of frozen puddle so driving out wasn’t much of a problem. The streets and many turns leading to his university felt like I knew them all along, like muscle memory, so it wasn’t long until I was looking for a spot to park my car. I didn’t have all his memories, it seemed like the more I try to think about them, the more I can jog my memory back out.

Once I parked the car, I had to pause to ‘feel’ where Victor would usually go. The campus was sprawling, and despite the cold, there were still more than a handful of people up and about. I walked for a bit, glancing at the looming building that I was sure were the student dorms. I took the moment to gloat at my reflection, taking a picture of myself and wondering what had happened to the real Victor.

I grinned, before pocketing my phone as I made my way towards the building. Well, I couldn’t care less where he was now. Sure, I had a slight twinge of guilt gripping my heart, but it wasn’t as if I did this intentionally.

I don’t even know how long this will last, what the reason behind this was, or what happened to my old self. It was all confusing, and the thought of my old self just disappearing after all this crept like a silent fear in my gut.

But to be honest, part of the entire ordeal filled me with a strange excitement—I’ve always looked up to Victor, and also envied him a little, and now the universe has given me all that he had with the bonus that he swung the same way I did. Heck, all I even wished for was to look as great as he does. I don’t know, it seems like it was rewarding me somehow in this way. Or was this some Freaky Friday scenario too?

I laughed the latter idea off, it sounded ridiculous, and it was much fun to think of the former. But if it was the latter, well, I can’t say I’m complaining. I shrugged it all off, suppressing both the anxiety and guilt inside me as I pushed the doors open.

Whatever this entire thing was, I’m going to have a hell of a time regardless. And that starts with whatever’s up with Victor and Jude. Though, I wonder, could I fix it if I walked in on him in their dorm room shirtless?

A Case of SCP-1990: The Mediocre Wish Granter

(Part Two of Kinda Victor-ious)

“That was intense…” Jude rolled over to his back beside me, panting as his chest heaved up and down and a smile plastered over his face. “Remind me again why we never had sex before?.” he adds, laughing to himself then brings one hand up to trace the puddle of essence on his chest.

I laughed along with him as I tried to catch my breath in the afterglow, smirking wide as I felt myself soften. It had been a good couple of hours now, yet I was still in Victor’s body; and I owned it like it was mine. I haven’t had this much fun for a while, didn’t think I’d ever get to act on my urge to screw someone, yet I’ve been presented with the chance to do just that—but only in the body of another person.

I’m not complaining though, why would I when the universe basically turned me into the man I admired and envied for a long time, and then let me shag his stud of a boyfriend? This is more than a dream-come-true to me.

“Guess I was just nervous.” I lied, shrugging. I didn’t know what the deal between Victor and Jude was, but it turned out the latter had been trying to convince Victor to lay with him after spending eight months as boyfriends. From what I can tell, they quarreled because the real Victor kept refusing—but since he wasn’t here now, I gladly accepted Jude’s offer.

“Why would you be?” Jude laughs, turning to his side to face me before raising an eyebrow. Before I could even respond, he pulls me in, then locks our lips together. It was hot, way hotter than when I kissed a girl in junior year. Jude’s musk also enveloped me, strong and manly, intoxicating, as I gave in to it, fully melting under his touch.

Once we parted, I couldn’t help but feel my face heat up, a smirk rising up from the corner of my mouth the same with Jude. We just stare at each other for a while, unspeaking, until Jude breaks the silence.

“I think we should go out to celebrate.” He tells me, winking as he pulls himself up. “I gotta wash all this off too, next time I’m the one topping.” he adds, gesturing to his chest and his behind. I just laugh it off, nodding as he tosses a towel to me before showering.

I sighed contently, sprawling on the bed for a while before getting to my feet. The sun had finally broken through the gray skies from earlier, shining bright outside as blue filled the sky, signaling a warmer day ahead.

Everything was going great, I briefly wiped the remaining globs dripping down from my member, before putting my pants back on. I really can’t risk looking out the balcony with my new junk hanging around. I did refrain from putting my shirt back on yet, though. I laughed at the idea, before heading over to the balcony to look outside.

The snow was already thawing out and the streets cleared, yet I could still feel the cold breeze in my skin. Even the railings were cold, but I wanted to take my time to show this body off to people passing around below. The building was at the west edge of the campus, and beneath me was the street. I could already see eyes drifting up to stare at me, a couple people even whispering among themselves, and I couldn’t help but grin.

It was only when I looked down to see an all-too-familiar figure stepping out of a bus across the street that it dropped. I knew that blonde hair like the back of my hand, that face and stature, that I’ve always seen. I felt myself freeze, especially as I saw him shove his hands into his pockets, glancing up my way before grinning. He winks, then disappears into the walking crowd.

I gripped the cold railing tight as my knuckles went white, speechless.

Of course I knew him all too well—I saw that same face in the mirror everyday. That was me, or at least my old self. And whoever that person was, he was freely walking around in my body.

–

I woke up with a start when I felt myself fall out of the bed—couch?

It was too dark to see from the slivers of light entering through the cracks of the window curtains from the streetlight outside and the beginning of a sunrise. Despite that, I knew something was immediately wrong—I was in the living room and not in my bed.

In my hand was Richard’s toy, Sarah, and I already had an inkling of what happened. I pulled myself to my feet, feeling a little less lithe and a few inches shorter. The light switch was just a few steps ahead, and bright light filled the room as soon as I flipped it.

I looked down, and instead of my pajamas, I was wearing jeans. Instead of my old high school shirt, I was wearing a hoodie instead. I stared at my hands, touched my face, and ran a hand through my hair. I didn’t even need to check myself in the mirror to know I’ve somehow ended up in Seth’s body.

I quietly tip-toed up the stairs, and up to my room. It was unlocked, and when I peered through the door I could see myself snoring peacefully under the sheets. Which led to just one conclusion—I somehow swapped bodies with Seth.

I brought Sarah, the plush tiger, up to my face and examined it in the dim light. I sighed, then grinned. It still worked. I used to own this as a child, before passing it on to Richard when he was four.

I never told anyone how it worked, but Seth must have somehow accidentally wished for something before sleeping—and last I saw him was a few hours ago dozing off on the couch. This toy seemingly grants a subpar version of a wish done right before sleeping with it. I’d know, of course, because it’s what I used to get most of the things I had.

The catch though, that it granted a mediocre version of a wish. Looking at me and Seth now, me in his body, and I’m guessing him in mine, he might have wished for something else but ended up getting this.

I wanted to freak out, instead, all I felt within me was excitement—the type when you’re trying out a new ride at an amusement park. Seth had been a good family friend, he’d come over to sit my younger brother because my mother had long since distrusted me after coming out. He’s frequently around, (I’d be stupid to not notice how much he looks at me) and he’s grown up into a fine man. Last I remember, he was playing for the soccer team, and I’ve had these images of him from months ago because…of reasons.

He worked himself out too, like I did, though I have never felt any sort of attraction towards him besides the obvious and common awe when looking at a stud like him—besides right now. I felt the toned muscles under the hoodie, and grinned to myself as I stuffed Sarah into its pocket before rushing towards the bathroom.

I know the capabilities of Sarah, wishes like this don't follow the 24-hour rule, and the only likely way to reverse it is to wish back. A plan brewed in my head just as soon as I entered the room. Seth was nineteen, just two years younger than I am, and was graduating senior year this summer. If this wish keeps, that means I could start over college in Seth’s body, and as Seth, far away from Jude.

I needed to get away from here the soonest, before either of them woke up and before mom came home, it would be weird to have all of us here. I pulled the hoodie off, and found I was also wearing a black top underneath. I could see the muscles underneath, and the strong arms, feeling myself immediately getting rock hard.

I tried to shake it off my head, and grabbed my old toothbrush. I had to try to distract myself for a bit, to hold the urge off for a while. Whilst brushing my teeth, a thought occurred to mind. I fished Seth’s—or, my new phone out of my pocket, and snapped a photo in the mirror.

I grinned at the result, but almost frowned and rolled my eyes when I only felt myself getting hotter. The beast under seemed to be trying to break through the cloth, tenting out so much that I couldn’t even think straight and brush properly. I let one palm drift towards the tip, and I immediately gasped then stifled out a moan at the contact.

“Whatever, let’s get this over with.” I mutter to myself, grinning as I spat out into the sink. I pulled my pants off quickly, clenching my jaw to stop myself from moaning loud as soon as it was out. I couldn’t help but grin at the length similar to mine but had more girth.

I dug around the cabinet, remembering the small bottle of lube that I had left here from the last time I sneaked one in. It still stood hidden behind old bottles of shampoo, and I smirked as I pulled it out.

I set out to work with it, and let’s just say the rest was history.

When I set out of the place, the sky had just started to get bright. I brought the toy Sarah with me, and quickly went to Seth’s house to change clothes. I’ve been here a couple of times as well, trick or treating, or whenever Mrs. Burnham would invite us over. The front door was locked, though the backdoor wasn’t so I let myself in. I wasn’t staying for long anyway, at least for the day, I just stopped by to change clothes.

The inside was quiet, and I confirmed that I was alone when I saw a note on the fridge door that said Mrs. Burnham was staying with her sister for today to help her fix her shed. I shrugged, and walked through the expansive residence.

Once I was in Seth’s room, I had to almost physically stop myself from staring at my shirtless self in the mirror, in fear of going for round two. Instead, I busied myself digging through the dresser. I wanted to laugh, Seth’s wardrobe was very similar to mine so it wasn’t too hard to pick.

The cold was a little more bearable today, though I imagine it would be slightly less cold where I’m headed so I opted for something simple and comfortable. I didn’t have much plan for today, only to get rid of something, and maybe roam around town in my new body. I settled for a simple black and white top.

Seth didn’t seem to have a car, which was a little disappointing, but I shrugged it off and instead settled to ride the bus. Though I found myself rubbing it out, again, real quick on the couch before leaving lest I walk around with a raging hard-on for people to see.

The bus ride was a little strange, I hadn’t needed to ride one ever since I got myself a car, so it almost felt foreign to me. If there was one thing I missed in my old body, maybe it was my license and my car keys. I leaned back on the seat, and mindlessly scrolled through my phone.

Still, I felt a little thankful about what happened—other than this body, of course, I had other reasons. One was my estrangement with my mother; she didn’t necessarily hate me, she does tolerate me but with steel-cold civility. I had friends, but sometimes I needed a parental figure to at least be there with me. Maybe Seth’s mom was a little more accepting.

Second, Jude and I had been together for almost a year, and everything between us had just started falling apart in the last couple of weeks. Jude’s always asking me to have sex with him, penetrative, and I wasn’t too comfortable in the idea yet. It was a couple of days ago when I found out he’d been screwing my past teammates, and a couple of my campus friends both men and women that it snapped.

In my mind, I kept picturing her lips on his neck—and I can’t unsee it. I couldn’t even bear to look at him, and now after all this, I was glad that I wouldn’t have to anymore. Whatever’s going to happen, I’ll let Seth handle it himself since he’s the new Victor now.

The bus skids to a halt after a while, my stop, the one right across our window back on campus. I smirked once I stepped off the vehicle and found him lounging out in the balcony, grinning at the people who snuck glances at him. He was shirtless even in this cold, and he enjoyed the attention.

I watched the smile drop from his face once our eyes crossed—now it was my turn to grin at him. The lights were just turning red, as I shoved my hands on my jean pockets, before winking at him. He looked like he’d seen a ghost, and I could almost laugh at the very familiar face staring at me. I took this time to disappear into the crowd crossing the street.

Now, it was time for my next move, which was to get rid of Sarah. I didn’t want to destroy it, nor give it back to Richard or keep it anywhere the vicinity of the three of us, so my plan was to leave it in a donation box somewhere since this place had a couple of orphanages that ask for toy donations every now and then; maybe whoever ends up with this could get help from it too.

I didn’t get as many stares as I did when I still had my own body, but I didn’t mind at all—I still got a few anyway, so everytime I passed by a guy eyeing me, I wink at them. A couple of them would turn red, and I could laugh to myself how this body’s boyish looks would score me another boyfriend, someone better than Jude I hope.

I found one donation box after a near twenty-minute walk, it was for some child center downtown, and I didn’t hesitate to drop the toy in. I muttered a quiet sorry to Richard back home, but couldn’t help release a sigh of relief and smirk once I'd left the box.

Now, this should be permanent, set in stone, with no chance of reverting it.

I couldn’t care less if the real Seth would regret his wish some time soon, that would be his fault anyway, meanwhile I was finally free from everything that’s been causing me trouble these days. Of course I’d still come across my old family back home, though they won’t notice I was someone else, then I’d leave the town for college in a couple of months too.

I nodded to myself, smiling softly as I went on ahead. I know it’s a little too early to plan ahead, but there’s nothing that can be done to break out of this anyway. I won’t even need much of Seth’s memories, considering I’m starting over in a few months, somewhere far from here and home.

I shrugged, then found a bus to ride back home, where I can finally take my time in exploring my new self.