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onehairyhypnohunter: Tim didn’t know what caused it. All he’d said was, “I wish I was a real man.” But when his scrawny 19-year-old body started ballooning up and hair started sprouting across his body (except his head, where it simply fell out
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onehairyhypnohunter: Zack didn’t know what to do with Kyle’s comment. “I just sometimes wish you were somebody else,” he’d said. Zack knew that Kyle was into older, bearish men, but he didn’t think that mattered when it came to Zack. The
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onehairyhypnohunter: His own words - “I want to be different” - rang through his ears. Over and over and over. It was all he could hear as he stared at the man in front of him. The man who said he’d give him one wish. It was hypnotic. “I want
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onehairyhypnohunter: He didn’t have a name. Or at least he didn’t now. His name belonged to the hazy group of memories from before last week. Before the night that man had touched him on the shoulder on the dark city street. Before he’d whispered
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onehairyhypnohunter:Dale was an annoying pencil pusher who worked at Jim’s construction company. Every time Jim walked by him, Dale looked at him with contempt. Jim could see how much better Dale thought he was than him. So it was time for Jim to make
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