Face

Marcus got out of his car and readjusted his belt while checking his shoes were still clean and polished. Today he had a big meeting to discuss his next undercover operation and he had to make sure his uniform and cop car were immaculate. Marcus was the best undercover cop they had on the force, he had already infiltrated a number of gangs, drug rings and crooked businesses and successfully shut them all down. His colleagues had joked that he was going to single handedly stamp out all the crime in the city and Marcus didn't disagree with them. Marcus loved his job and at only 30 years of age he had already achieved more than most other police officers on the force, however his notoriety at work had also spread throughout the crime world. While on his last job his cover was nearly blown on five different occasions and it took off all his skills to convince and persuade his criminal colleagues that he was one of them. Marcus was still able to bring the criminals to justice but there had been a lot of discussion about how viable he was as an undercover operative now that he was so easily recognised. This was why Marcus was making sure he made a good impression today, he had read the briefing and it concerned one the biggest smuggling operations the city had ever seen. If Marcus was chosen, if he was the one to catch the guys behind it then his career would sky rocket and soon he’d be running his own team. Marcus leant down and looked into his car window checking his reflection, preening his face Marcus paused and stared deep into his own eyes, anxiety slowly crept in and doubt clouded his judgement while green smoke started to form behind him.

Prodding his face with his finger, Marcus began to get nervous. His superior had continuously tried to pull him out from his last operation after each time his cover was nearly blown but Marcus had reassured him that he could keep going, that he wasn’t in danger and he could finish the job but although he was successful he still sensed his boss wasn’t happy. Looking at his blue eyes, his chiselled jawline and blond hair Marcus started to second guess his abilities and why he had been called in for the briefing and that's when he made his wish. Looking at his handsome face, a face that had become so familiar with the criminal underworld Marcus let his anxieties and desires slip from his lips.

“I wish there was a way to look completely different so no one would recognise me” Marcus said still staring at his forlorn face. Barely a second had passed before a dart of green smoke shot into the back of Marcus’s head, knocking off his hat and causing him to yelp in pain while investigating the area with his hand.

Rubbing the back of his head Marcus could feel a lump forming, looking around on the floor the bruised cop couldn't see the projectile that had struck him and was confused at what could have hit him so hard. Still holding the back of his head Marcus didn't feel any blood which eased his anxiety but as he continued to rub the back of his head he realised it started to feel different. As his fingers ran across his hair his blond locks started to feel coarser, shorter and curlier. Crouching down by his car Marcus craned his neck in an effort to see the back of his head in the reflection of his side view mirror, Marcus had expected to see some sort of injury but what he did see both puzzled and frightened him. A large area of the back of his head had changed, the blond colour of his hair had disappeared and had started to deepen in colour turning to black. Marcus continued to watch and feel the hair on the back of his head and was horrified to see it change and continue to spread. Marcus didn't know what to do. He had never heard of an injury or illness that made hair change. Staring almost mesmerised Marcus watched terrified as his blond hair turned curly and frizzy before becoming densely packed together, whereas the colour faded until it was as black as night. Now a sizable chunk of his hair had changed Marcus could see what was happening to it and he didn't know how it was possible, there was no conceivable way his hair should be changing to the way it was but somehow his floppy, styled blond hair was turning into curled, short, fluffy afro.

Marcus’s immediate reaction was to run or call for help, he needed medical attention or at least someone to see that his hair was changing to something entirely different before his very eyes, yet as soon as he tried to move he found his body frozen. It was as if his limbs were paralysed, locked in place keeping him crouched and staring at his reflection in the mirror, like something wanted him to stay and watch what was happening to him. Becoming even more panicked Marcus tried to shout, but not even a muffled hum came from his chest, his mouth remained firmly closed as no sound was formed, it seemed that no part of his body was responding to his frantic thoughts. While Marcus tried in vain to get his body to react and listen to his commands his hair had now completely changed, no blond hairs remained, it had shortened considerably and now looked like a basic, short unstyled afro. However, once Marcus saw his hair had finished changing, his new afro was the least of his worries as it appeared that the deep, dark, black of his new hair had now started to permeate into his skin and now was slowly seeping down his face. Marcus struggled against his frozen body but no matter what he tried not a single muscle responded to his frenzy of panic and fear, meaning Marcus had no choice but to watch as his pale, white skin deepened to a creamy, smooth, coffee coloured tone. As the caramel coloured skin continued its journey down Marcus’s face it changed and warped his features much to his distress. His eyebrows turned bushy as their coloured matched the deep black on his head, while his eyes lost the brilliant blue and changed to the darkest brown. His ears grew larger while his nose grew considerably wider, his lips plumped up and his rounded face became more angular. Marcus was in shock as he watched his face morph and change in front of him, with nothing he could do he was helpless as the brown caramel colour finished its journey and finished changing his face. No longer was Marcus staring back at his own face, no longer was he staring at a thirty year old white cop instead he was staring at a pretty attractive, young black man.

Marcus couldn’t believe that he was staring at his own reflection, how was this possible? He had an entirely different face, if it wasn't for his pale body and uniform he’d be completely unrecognisable. That’s when it hit Marcus, that’s when he remembered the wish he had uttered moments before he had started changing and that's when he realised what was going to happen. Shouting and struggling Marcus desperately tried to free his body from the paralysis as he saw his new coffee coloured skin continue to journey down his body and his police uniform start to change. Now fully understanding what was happening to him Marcus was screaming and wailing inside his mind as he desperately tried to break free from the invisible bonds keeping him in front of his reflection. He had wished to be unrecognisable and Marcus knew what that meant as he felt his body and clothes changing. As his new skin spread across his body he felt his slim toned physique become larger, stronger and more pumped as his muscles started to inflate. A searing pain caused his mind to shriek in agony as tattoos started ink themselves across his caramel coloured skin. Marcus groaned and begged for it to stop as he felt his cock get fat and thicker, while his ass seemed to double in size making his uniform trousers incredibly tight. However Marcus didn't have to worry about his clothes for long as his uniform started to morph and change to fit his new body. Marcus started crying as he watched the police uniform change, erasing the fact that he had even been an esteemed member of the force. The crisp blue shirt lost all of its colour, all of its detail and both of its sleeves as it changed to a generic blank white tank top. His badges, his rank and his ID number all disappeared and forgotten as they melted into the bland, white fabric. His belt with all of his equipment on simply disappeared as his tight trousers became more casual and loose, turning a lighter grey as they morphed into sweat pants that sagged and showed off his loose boxer shorts. The heavy duty boots he had spent so long polishing this morning shrunk away and became an immaculately kept pair of brightly coloured trainers. Now all traces of his police background had been wiped away as Marcus was left wearing casual gym attire. Marcus looked on in distress as his body finished changing with his hands and feet growing larger while his new outfit was finished off with a new flat cap, a gaudy bracelet, expensive watch and two sparkling stud earrings. With the tips of his toes losing their pale white shade and turning brown, the ordeal was over and no longer was Marcus staring at himself, he was looking at a stranger.

With one last final blow to Marcus’s identity he watched as his police car shimmered and changed, it lost its markings, lights and siren and changed to navy blue. Now there was nothing that would lead anyone to believe that Marcus was ever a cop or ever a white man in his early thirties. Instead all there was a was muscular, handsome, cocky looking black guy that appeared to be heading to the gym. Marcus was left frozen by his new car’s mirror for a long time, forced to look at his new face and body that were completely unrecognisable to everyone, including himself. When he was given control of his new body Marcus didn’t know what to do, standing up he looked over himself and then a sharp pain shot through his head. As one last cruel, spiteful act the ex-cop realised something else had changed, now even more unrecognisable Demarcus had a new name.

In the following weeks…


Although his body, clothes and identity had changed to that of Demarcus, his mind still remained the same, while he looked like a young, hunky black guy he still had the brain of an undercover white cop. Unable to return to his job, home or family the new Demarcus had almost lost himself to despair but something deep down inside him kept him going as he soon realised he could use his new identity to his advantage. He had been a cop, the best undercover cop in the entire city and now he could continue his work, unhampered by the failings of his old body and restrictions of the job. If he wanted his life back, he would have to earn it back. He knew the details of the smuggling operation and using his poorly thought out wish he would be able to go undercover and build a case. Driven by the only thing he was good at Demarcus did just that, although he found out with none of the resources and money his old body was given he had to do things a little differently. No longer could he use his job and power to get himself closer to the top of organisation, he had to start at the bottom which meant doing a lot to prove his trust including a lot of things he wasn’t proud of.

However, after 8 long months and sucking dick more times than he could count Demarcus finally had enough evidence to bring all the criminal scum down, but what Demarcus didn't count on was the fact the police force did too. When they raided the warehouse Demarcus was arrested and taken into custody. When Demarcus tried to reason with the cops, when he tried to explain what had happened, when he tried to prove that he was building a case to they all just laughed at him. However, what they did believe was that he was one the best dick suckers on the street, shoving him to his knees Demarcus cried as the two cocks were shoved in his face knowing that soon the rest of his life would be spent doing the same thing, except the next time it would be behind the bars of a jail cell.