| the roots. a fantasy/growth/straight story. pt I
theresa broke the ice-she leaned forward and kissed charlie gently on the lips. the kiss lingered and she pressed forward slipping her tongue slowly into his mouth while simultaneously running her hand up his thigh to his...
charlie felt a sudden pain in his crotch and pulled away from theresa. "is something wrong?" she asked. nervous and fumbling charlie stood up "no no-i just need to use the bathroom-i'll be back in a second". with that he quickly made his way out of theresa's bedroom, down the hallway and into her bathroom. he closed and locked the door behind him his heart racing.
he felt feverish and a bit paniced. what was going on? he needed to relax. relax! he told himself-she would sense that he was inexperienced and be turned off. this was theresa clutch after all. charlie, only a freshman, had been asked out by one of the most popular senior girls-theresa clutch! it had surprised even him. as the date approached all of his friends had ragged him about it. what would happen? was he up to being with an older woman? they had had a nice evening. gone to the movies and afterwards he had walked her back to her place gettting to know each other all the while. she caught him at time staring at her chest-theresa was one of the most well developed girls in the school-his glances making her smile and charlie blush. to his surprise she invited him in for a drink which had led to the kiss and...the roots! but could it really be?
he remembered back to several weeks earlier. he had stopped by an old pharmacy on the edge of town to look for some new cologne for his dates. older girls liked cologne his friends had suggested. while looking through strangely barren shelves the old owner approached charlie and asked him if he needed any help. charlie explained his situation and the odd owner had smiled to himself. "follow me" he commanded and charlie followed him to a backroom. the room was filled with shelves containing old glass jars all filled with odd substances. the man ran his fingers along the jars finally stopping on one high up. he pulled it down and from it's contents pulled out a section of some dry and withered root. "what is it"? charlie inquired as the old man began wrapping it in tissue paper. "this" the old man said placing it in his hand "is an extremely rare root..belonging to a tree that has long since been extinct. brew it tea style and after ingesting it you will find the confidence you need." "is it safe"? charlie skeptically asked. "very very safe" the old man replied- "i promise". just then someone had called urgently from the front of the store and the old man excused himself. as the old man talked in the front of the store charlie eyed the jar-what the hell he said to himself as he swiftly opened the jar atop the shelf, grabbed as many of the root sticks as he could and filled his pockets. he quickly made his way out of the backroom and towards the owner, "how much for the..." he was cut off, "it is free of charge...and good luck". charlie had made his way home and late that night boiled the roots and ate them entirely before going to bed. he had looked for results of any kind in the following days but discerning none had decided it was just some variant of tea he had ingested.
now, as he stood in theresa clutch's bathroom, spasms of pain in his crotch he new something was happening. it must have been the kiss that catalyzed the root! he realized. as the pain increased he worried about the large dose he had taken. he was beggining to sweat and feel delirious. what should he do? tell theresa? call an ambulance? leave her house without telling her? his crotch was burning up. he decided to see what was happening. he approached the bathroom mirror and slowly lowered his pants. | 
