Hey, Babe

“Hey, babe,” said Chris as he opened the door for his boyfriend, Ryan.

“Chris?” asked Ryan, peeking around the corner, “What took you so long to answer the door…?  Is… someone in there with you?”

“What? said Chris, “No! Babe, it’s just me. Sorry, I – uh – fell asleep when I got home from the gym.”

“I swear I heard someone in here –” said Ryan, letting himself into the room and glancing things over.

“Babe!” said Chris, “Look at me. No one’s in here, okay?”

He leaned in to give Ryan a kiss. Ryan hesitantly kissed him back.

“It’s just… something’s been off lately, but I can’t figure out what it is,” he said, “It’s like you act completely different all the sudden and – oh my god! What’s wrong with your face!?”

“Shit!” said Chris, quickly covering his face with his hand and turning away.

“What’s wrong with your face!” Ryan repeated, “Who are you!”

“Damn it!” said Chris, helplessly trying to press the facemask up against his face, “Why is this happening!”

Ryan came up behind him and pulled the facemask back. Underneath, he instantly recognized the face of his best friend, Luke.

“Luke –?” he said, shocked.

“Yeah,” said Luke, his eyes filling with tears, “Ry – I’m so sorry. I don’t even know where to begin. I was so jealous of Chris. I thought if I wore this costume and made myself look like him, then I could be with you.”

“Holy shit,” said Ryan, “Are you kidding me? But dude, you’re straight.”

“That’s what I tell everybody,” said Luke, “And you know my family. There’s no way I could ever tell them that I… you know… like guys. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long, and I was always jealous of the guys who got to be with you. Especially Chris. He’s so hot, and I can just tell you really like him. I just thought –”

“Come here, man,” said Ryan, bringing his friend in for a hug, “Um – do you wanna put this back on?”

He cautiously tugged at the Chris facemask, which was crumpled up around Luke’s neck.

“Really?” said Luke, “You’re not mad at me?”

“No…” said Ryan, “Actually, the reason I came over here today was to break up with Chris… But now that I know it’s you inside of there, maybe things might just work out between the two of us.”

Ryan helped Luke pull up the facemask and Luke patted around the edges, this time making sure everything was perfectly secure and in place.  He smiled with Chris’ smile.

“So, Chris,” said Ryan with a wink, “Where were we?”

“Well I think I was just about to let my boyfriend in and we were gonna hang out for the evening. Maybe watch the game, make out a little bit?”

“Mmm, I like that,” said Ryan, giving his costumed best friend a passionate kiss, “Especially the making out part!”

“Attitude Adjustment” by Nemo

Dennis sighed as his friend Bobby took yet another photograph of himself in the mirror. He still looked worried, thought Dennis. As soon as he'd taken the shot, Bobby pulled his right arm forcefully forward while he gripped onto his short cropped hair. His handsome face deformed as Bobby tugged the mask he was wearing off his own face and let it hang around his neck.

Dennis looked at Bobby in disgust. "Dude! What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you know how much trouble I had to go through to get these suits. Now you're treating them like crap. If you rip the suit, you're paying to get it fixed."

"I'm sorry, OK?!" said Bobby, "It's just.. I can't get used to not seeing my own face in the mirror. In fact it's not even that, it's trying to get used to seeing his face instead of mine."

"What's wrong with his face?" asked Dennis "You always told me you thought he was hot. Don't you like looking like him?"

"There's nothing wrong with his face." said Bobby "Everyone knows Troy is the best looking guy on campus. It's just I'm not sure that I can be him. Even if I look like him, I don't think I'll be able to pass as him and I guess I'm scared someone will pull this mask off my face in public and... and..." he stumbled to a halt.

"You need to relax dude." replied Dennis. "Look, you're not even giving yourself time to adjust to seeing a different face in the mirror. You've not even sealed the suit properly yet." Dennis walked over to Bobby and reached out to lift up his mask. Bobby shied away, but Dennis just calmly took Bobby by the arm and pulled him closer again. He reached up and pulled the mask of Troy's face carefully back over Bobby's head. Dennis tugged it gently into place and then moved around behind Bobby and held the edges of the mask against the rest of the suit Bobby was wearing until the edges self-sealed.

Dennis moved back around so he was looking Bobby in the face "Now dude." said Dennis calmly, I want you to just close your eyes and take some deep breaths." Bobby sighed for a second and then did just that "Ok no I'm going to sit you down" continued Dennis, leading Bobby to a chair and guiding him into it, while Bobby still had his eyes closed. "Now listen to me." said Dennis "I want you to just sit here for two minutes with the full suit on and your eyes closed. I want you to think about every time you've seen Troy around campus, about how he stood, how he walked, how he acted. Then in a couple of minutes, you're going to open your eyes and look at your new reflection and you're going to act just like Troy. OK?" Bobby just nodded, unconvinced that Dennis's plan would work, but willing to give it a try.

As Bobby sat and focused his thoughts on all his memories of Troy, he was aware of Dennis moving around their shared room, but he dutifully ignored the background noise and concentrated on thinking about Troy. He dimly heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor and a closet opening and closing. Throughout it all, Bobby just sat, breathed and thought of Troy.

After what seemed like forever, he felt his chair being wheeled in front of the mirror and braced himself, for what was coming. He expected Dennis's calm voice, but instead he felt a sudden punch to his shoulder and as he opened his eyes in shock, he saw Troy's best buddy and fellow jock Josh, standing next to him. "Hey Troy? You gonna sit there all frigging day?" asked Josh.

Bobby stared at his reflection in the mirror, of course he knew that Josh was really Dennis in a matching body-suit, but there was something about seeing Josh calling him Troy that made him feel more confident. He stood up and looked at himself, but now he carried himself like Troy. He turned to Josh "Sorry Bro. Guess I must have zoned out. What's up?" asked Bobby sounding exactly like Troy.

Josh smiled with a gleam in his eye. "Well Bro, since you're feeling more yourself I thought we could maybe hit the clubs, see what kind of fun we can have."

Bobby ran a hand over Troy's tight body thoughtfully, flexing ideally as he stared at his reflection. "Yeah, I guess so." said Bobby/Troy "I mean unless you can think of something more fun we can do here?" he asked walking over to Josh.

"What do you mean?" asked Josh/Dennis smiling, as Bobby/Troy moved closer and kissed him long and hard....

Where's The Zipper?

 
“Where’s the zipper!?” Joel thought to himself as he frantically clawed at his back, “Oh shit! I’ve gotta get this thing off! All I wanted was just one weekend to live as a cute, blonde gay boy – but I can’t get stuck like this! My wife, my kids! My job! Jesus, nobody will recognize me like this! …Damn, this skin feels so good though.... So smooth and firm. And it’s such a cute body. Couldn’t keep the guys off of me this weekend! All the Daddies wanted this cute little ass and this tight little bod. And who could resist this adorable face? If only they knew it was a guy about the same age as them inside of here! – No, I’ve gotta get this thing off! Gotta get back to my family and my job and – Wait, I don’t have a family! Ha! What am I thinking. Oh my god, I’m 18 years old! A family? Ew! Like, not until I’m like 30 or something! And I like my job! Working at H&M part time. I don’t have to be there, like, all the time, so I can go out dancing and have drinks and get all dressed up and look cute! Man – what was I looking for again?”

Joel had stopped searching for the seam and now found his hands softly roaming about his youthful body.

“Weird,” he thought, “I swear I was looking for something. Ah well! Speaking of getting dressed up and looking cute, I better get ready for tonight! Don’t wanna keep all those Daddies waiting!”

What's Best For My Grandson

I only want what’s best for my grandson, Gregory. Always have, and always will. Well, that’s a grandmother’s job, isn’t it! Oh, and he’s always been such a good boy, and he’s turned into a fine young man. Why, it’s no wonder that he’s had his fair share of girls after his heart. My Greggy is quite the catch! So why, out of all the girls he could have chosen, did he chose that no-good tramp, Becky Stevens! Well, I’ll tell you what. When my Greggy announced that he would be marrying that little slut, I just knew I had to put an end to it. It may sound extreme what I’ve done, but I think you’ll agree it was the only way that I could really make sure that they didn’t go through with the wedding.

Yes, I swapped bodies with my grandson! At first, I’d only intended to be in his body just long enough to end things with Becky Stevens, and then I thought I’d switch us back and everything would be back to normal. But my, my! Being in my Greggy’s body these past few days has made me re-think some things. First of all, it’s wonderful being young again! Not to wake up with the aches and pains. To feel so able and athletic – and I think you’ll agree that Greggy is quite the athletic specimen! I thought it would be strange being a male, but in fact, I’ve found it to be very exciting! People certainly don’t treat me like a helpless old lady now that I’m a 6’4” strapping gentleman!

And Greggy doesn’t seem to mind his change either. Oh, of course I can see him struggling with the fact that he’s lost his virile, young body and he’s trapped inside the frail body of a 72-year-old woman, but with each day that passes, it seems that he accepts his new role more and more. Any lapses are certain to be attributed to the senile fantasies of an old woman.

Yes, I do think I’ll stay put for the time being, right here inside of my Greggy’s body. I only want the best for him, and right now I think this is the best thing.

Holiday Suit

I never arrange for accommodation when I go on holiday. I always take either a local guy or someone at the airport.

Take Murphy here; I did!

I arrived at the beach on the first day and knew I needed somewhere or someone to help me out with a bed to sleep in.

I spotted Murphy in a group, mainly guys but he had his arm around a nice girl. I planted a thought in his memory and he left the group and walked over to the dunes. I found him standing there a blank look on his face.

We were about the same height and he had the build I loved, strong ‘V’ shaped torso, heavy pecs and a narrow waist.

I came up close and kissed him on the lips; I forced my tongue into his and locked my mouth over his and sucked hard. Suddenly his eyes were awake but there was nothing he could do.

I sucked harder as I started to feel Murphy’s essence being drawn into my own body. The more I sucked the more I emptied Murphy’s body. I stole his memories, this persona, his wishes everything that made him what he was I consumed.

I released my hold on Murphy and an empty husk fell to the ground. It’s true, I was now everything Murphy used to be.

I picked up the lifeless skin that used to be Murphy and pulled open the mouth and started to pull it on! Minutes later I was pulling Murphy’s face over my own.

I looked down and felt my pecs; then my dick, I already knew Murphy was bi and he was here with his girlfriend.

I pulled on the board shorts and sunglasses and started to walk back to the group; this was going to be a fun couple of weeks.

Yeah I’m in reception

“Yeah, Yeah.. I’m in reception now, I picked him up in the alley out back. He’s a real ugly fucker, but damn he’s built.”

Moment earlier I had intercepted Roman in the alley; I stuck him with a sedative and he dropped like a lead balloon. I grabbed his legs and pulled him out of sight before stripping him.

Damn he had an amazing body, but last in the line of good looks!

After climbing on his back I pushed deep into his core, his huge mass consuming my own easily, no struggle this time.

I jumped up and quickly got dressed again, enjoying the struggle with the small black t-shirt, pulling it down and tucking it into my camo’s.

I knew that he had an interview with the security firm that would be looking after Justin Bieber during his stay at the hotel and my client wanted to get inside Justin, Roman here would be the tool to achieve the task.

“Meet in in room 402” came the voice on the end of the phone.

I made my way up the to 4th floor and knocked on the door, after a moment the door was answered by a kid. He looked about 19 years old, but he was still my client.

“Come in quickly” he said.

Inside he looked at me and started to touch and feel the firmness of the Roman’s body; “Yeah, he’s perfect. Strong, tall with a touch of arrogance. Strip I want to see the full package!”

I complied with the request. He looked over Roman again and then demanded “Get out of him I want to try him on…”

As Roman, I rolled my huge shoulders and pulled out of the heavy body; he groaned as he collapsed onto the floor.

The kid stripped and I admired his body. I was surprised when he rolled his shoulders and a 40 year old guy pulled out of him. They kid gasped and fell to the floor.

The guy just smiled at me, “that’s your ticket out of here” he nodded at the 19 year old, “check his memory you’ll find the details to the Swiss bank account.”

I watched as he possessed Roman body reanimating the unconscious hulk. I could see that he was enjoying his body, touching and feeling it again.

I told him his interview in room 709 was in about 10 minutes, he nodded and got dressed – winking at me, he left.

I lifted the kid onto the bed and started to push in. He was shorter and smaller than me, but as always I enjoyed the experience – much different from taking Roman.

I got up and stretched and went to find a mirror as I started to consume the kids memories and persona. It appeared that the kid was on holiday with his wealthy parents a couple of doors down.

I smiled; my client had put $5,000 in a Swiss account for me – I quickly decided that I’d stay in this body for the rest of his holiday.

Haha…

The guys just looked at me, ”man! I’ve never seen you laugh so much” said Jerome.

I just laughed again, my hand touching my tight abs as laughed.

“Damn life is so good; where are we going next guys?” I gasped.

I’d taken Colby’s body a couple of hours earlier while he was having a piss; I pushed my skinny white body into his buff black body.

I gulped for air when I was in and soon realised I was still holding his thick black piece of meat in my hand. I gave it a couple of shakes and instantly felt it start to get hard in my hand, sadly someone came in and I struggled as I pushed it back into my new jeans.

Checking out my reflection I flexed and left to meet with the other guys waiting outside.

Why was I laughing? Simple; Corby’s memories had just filtered through and I knew I had everything I needed to be undetectable.