Just days until the start

Welcome Brody

Would like to welcome Brody to the group, he’s been publishing some stories as guest but now he has his own slot and will be posting in the September special and hopefully lots more in the future.

Some of Brody’s stories

Hands together to welcome Brody’s Profile..

Caption This (25 Aug)

**THE STORIES ARE IN THE COMMENTS**

 

Tony turns and looks at the guy behind him and nods his head, “So what you in for?”

“Nothing, just catching up on some class work.” James replies.

“Wait, you’re in here because you want to? What sort of looser are you?”

“One with good grades and excellent career prospects. What about you?” He sneered at the jock.

“Got caught giving one of the freshman’s a hard time in the restroom.” He laughed. “What you got there?” Tony pulled the sheets of paper from the desk, “FUCK, these are those algebra questions from today’s lesson. You’ve done them already?”

James gives a shrug, “Not that difficult.”

“Yeah? Fuck you can do mine if you like them so much." Tony throws his papers at James.

“Don’t be a fucking idiot all your life,” James throws them back, “they’ll know its not your handwriting.”

Tony lifts his vest showing his tight muscular torso, “So write it in my handwriting then, swap with me – you’ll fucking love it. When you’re done we’ll swap back.” With a grin on his face Tony grabs James’s wrist and burning sensation creeps up James’s arm.

“What the FUCK!” James yell, as he looks into Tony’s face with fear in his eyes.

*****

Continue the story; Is Tony who he appears to be? Does James give the body back? Is it a swap or something else?

Something Special

People, I urge you to book your seats early for what can only be described as a bonanza of linguistic magic.

Our authors will be coming together to; tease, surprise, tempt you by painting pictures in your mind that will make you believe some of your darkest desires are possible.

Throughout September we'll be posting a story a day, each time from a different author; WarHawk, Curious, Gary Travis, Brody, Erick and myself just to mention a few.

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Caption This (18 Aug)

**THE STORIES ARE IN THE COMMENTS**

His team mates were calling him to practise just as I arrived in his body. I really had no interest in practising. All I wanted was to explore my new masculine frame.

Oh what the hell it would be a shame to waste the effort he had put into putting his kit on. Theres always later, but i don't know how long this will last... Oh well Here goes.

THUD... As soon a I went out on the field I hit the floor as one on my team mates pulled a prank an tackled me to the ground.

I wished I had gone home for the day…….

What if this swap was one way???

Shift Change

By Gary Travis

If Jamie had thought the group anything today it was that he wasn't happy. He was a 22 year old 5ft security manager. He must have weighed no more than 60kg piss wet through. He said he had the build of a 13 year old. He openly admitted that he was not really strong enough for the job and had been thrown in, but had grown to love it.

Somehow I felt that was not right and I needed to help him. I sensed that he would be happy with a better body but the same job. But it couldn't be me that he swapped with. Even though as the day went on, his body began to grow on me. After all it's not all about looks. It's also about mannerisms and life skills.

His job was almost perfect for one of the newest form of body switching devices on the market. I rang my colleague who agreed to come and speak to Jamie.

The next day Jamie was greeted by my colleague, Dean. Dean explained that there was a new camera on the market. It enabled the user of the camera to put themselves into the body of a suspect thief and prevent the theft. Dean explained that it could be used to upgrade his own body by switching his body with theirs on a permanent basis.

It was obvious from the questions he was asking that he was interested. Dean then explained that he could fit the camera for free, providing that he allowed his own body to be used as 'test' subject that scientists would explore and confirm that the process used was 100% safe. Of course it was safe, it was just a buy in method used by Dean. It meant that anybody on the switching network including myself would be able to access the body I had found so attractive.

The camera was fitted in one of the most vulnerable parts of the store. Dean then showed him the ropes and told him to only press the red button if he wanted to switch with the person he was zoomed into.

The device was like an iPad with a screen and touch screen buttons that he could carry around with him. Jamie knew that he could switch as often as he wanted, but was never allowed to return to his own body.

It wasn't long before Jamie's body appeared on the body switch network. And I instantly knew Jamie had selected his first new body.

……………………..........................

Jamie followed someone twice his size around the store before he knew he was sure. The guy he selected was built like a god to him and he decided he was going to be the first he was going to try out.

The guy wasn't shop lifting. Jamie had just picked his perfect form as the guy he wanted to be. He zoomed in, He hit the red button. Suddenly Jamie found himself looking at products on the shelf instead of the iPad screen.

He had selected his switch location perfectly, close to the security office where another device had been fitted. The reason he did it so close to the security office was that he knew he only had seconds to lead his old body to the security room before he realised what had happened.

 

He coughed and said in a very unfamiliar voice, "Excuse me sir, can you come with me?"

"Sure" his old body said.

He opened the door and his old body walked in and sat down.

"I feel a bit funny, something isn't right, I sound and smell different, what's going on, what's happened to me?" his old body asked. His old body then moved his hands to his head, where he would normally feel a cropped head, he now felt waves of longer hair.

"Well sir, I feel the only way you can find out is to show you a mirror." Jamie said

Jamie stayed in the shadows concealing himself from his former bodies view so as not to irritate him any more than was immediately necessary. He handed a mirror to him. His former body looked into it.

"What the fuck," he exclaimed. "I'm not me, who am I?"

"Sir I assure you, you are yourself. You banged your head earlier and you seem to have forgotten a few things." Jamie said

The whole experience was new to Jamie, and looking over to his old self he quickly realised that it far from perfect. His new double still hadn't seen the name tag on his inherited uniform, it had Jamie's name embossed on its plastic surface. Checking his notes Jamie quickly figured out it would soon be OK, stepping out from the shadows he knew new beefed up body would be no match for his old body should The guy in Jamie's body began to look at himself.

"What, why even, Why am I wearing, a supermarket uniform?" he asked.

He then noticed he was wearing a name badge, it read Jamie.

"Jamie, that's not my name, who the fuck is Jamie. Jamie customer services and security manager, my name is..... Uuurrrggghhh this weird i can’t think straight, this is not my body I’m not Jamie I am so confused. My name is, my names Ryan. What's going on?"

“Sir I feel I need to explain. My name is Jamie, I have stolen your body, there is no way to swap back, the second you leave this room, everything I need to know about you and your body will be transferred into my head. Our clothes will be replaced so I am wearing a uniform that fits me and you will be wearing something weedy from my wardrobe. You will then forget the body you once owned and looked after so perfectly. You will realise you have always had the body you have now. You will still be Ryan."

"Not a fucking chance," he stated. "Swap us back now or there's gonna be some shit going on in here"

He stood up and attempted to push the chair away from himself and table towards Jamie. It was hilarious as he fell flat on his back and the chair flung from under him. The table never moved. He then tried to lift the table with one hand, then with two. It never moved.

Jamie then moved to help him up then picked up the table with one hand. He wasn't happy at that point and came pounding towards him with his clenched fist. Jamie was amazed at how quick he reacted as he moved his open hand and cupped his former fist in his new hand. Stopping him in his tracks.

Jamie knew that this wasn't going to end easy and it ended up grabbing ryan by his collar and dragging him out of the room. Fortunately the knowledge and clothes swap happened fairly quickly and no one noticed a thing. It was a quick in and out with a bit of a scuffle but nothing that would of been picked up by the other guards. Ryan apologised and he let him go.

……………………..........................

Jamie never told me what he did in Ryan's body after that but I knew he was really happy after he swapped. I also know he tries out another body once a month, you should see the grin on his face when he has a new body. Of course each new body reacts differently sometimes they put up quite a fight, after all Jamie's new body may not be as strong as his last.

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Once a Daly

Guest Post by Brody

I stop and smiled for the camera as I headed for the Olympic stadium. I couldn't believe I had actually made it here. Well I guess I hadn't really made it into the Olympics originally. I was just a fan who got extremely lucky.

It was a couple days before the opening ceremonies when I was outside of a local gym getting ready to head home. I had always been a huge fan of Tom Daley when I saw him coming into the gym. He seemed friendly so I approached just for the chance to meet him. I chatted with him for a few minutes before he told me to follow him into the steam room. I was nervous and yet excited at the same time. I wasn't sure if he was into me or what but this seemed like a good chance to find out. We entered the steam room and found it empty and Tom grinned.

“Ok here is the deal” Tom said to me. “I am competing and am nervous and don't really want to. So you need to be me.”

I just stared at him for a second before finding my voice. “What do you mean be you?”

“I mean you and I are going to swap places. You go and compete as me and I will be you and watch. You will have all my memories so you can do it. I just want to relax and watch it.” He said to me with a serious look.

“You are serious. Man I couldn't take the chance from you. You worked so hard to get where you are” I said totally shocked he was saying this.

“I am and I am not taking no for an answer.” he said before grabbing me and kissing me deeply.

I am not sure how much time had passed but I woke up in the steam room on the floor. It was just me in there. I looked around wondering if I had worked out to hard. I felt funny though. Like my body was more fit and slightly shorter.

As I exited the steam room I caught my reflection. It wasn't my normal one but that of Tom Daley.

“No fucking way” I said with his voice totally shocked at what I looked at. I felt my body thinking this was just a dream.

Tom's or I guess my phone buzzed as I got a text, it was from my old number. ** Thanks again man....I hope you enjoy the time to be me and we can talk again after you compete **

I tried to call but he wouldn't answer me. I guess I don't have a choice whether I compete or not now.

It has been several days since the change and I must say I am loving it. I am hot and everyone loves me. Part of me almost doesn't want to switch back after the Olympics, I wonder if the real Tom will feel the same way?

The Pet, Part 1

By Seuzz

"Hey Jan," Michael said, bounding up beside the other student and clapping him on the shoulder.

"John," the boy corrected him. He gave Michael a narrow look.

Michael blinked. "I can never tell the two of you apart," he muttered.

"No one can," John said, relaxing a little. "You could look at my clothes, though." He plucked at his basketball jersey. "I'm the one who goes out for sports," he said loftily.

"If you two are identical, how come--"

"Jan just doesn't go for team activities. We play ball all the time at home, though." He and Michael continued walking along the covered portico in front of the high school, then turned past the band/orchestra room. "I bet he could kick your ass."

"I'd like to see him try," Michael laughed. "You should invite me over. Hey Kathleen."

"Losers." The two boys had to stop--less because they wanted to ogle the head cheerleader than because she had stepped right into their path and was imperiously shaking out her hair and adjusting her skirt before moving on. They turned to watch her go.

Michael nudged John. "You should invite her over to your house sometime."

"She'd kick my ass and then wouldn't show up," John sighed.

"Well, I'd show up if you asked me, though I'd punch you if you tried kissing me, you pussy gay-ass faggot!"

John flinched in surprise, but relaxed again at Michael's friendly grin. "Why are you here so late after school?" he asked cautiously.

"Detention. You know how it is." He swung his arm around and rubbed his shoulder. "Zelezny frowns on vigilante violence, but it's the only way to keep the plebes in line."

"I thought maybe you had football practice."

"Not today. Where you off to now?"

They'd come to the bike racks, and John was unlocking his. "Home. Eventually." He hiked his backpack up further onto his shoulders. "Probably just ride around a bit first."

"Well, I'll see you later," Michael said, and rubbed his nose with the heel of his hand.

John smiled weakly, then mounted his bike and pedaled away. He resisted the urge to glance back.

* * * * *

"Hey boy, I'm happy to see you too!" John exclaimed as he dropped the bike in front of the side gate. "Are you excited to see me? Are you?"

The golden retriever leaped at the fence, barking joyfully. John pushed through the gate and let the dog plant its paws on his shoulders, and he rubbed its ears and neck lovingly. "Did they feed you yet?" The dog barked again. "They didn't? What's wrong with them?" The dog bounded along happily beside him as he crossed to the plastic bin that held the dog food. From it he scooped two cups of feed into the dirty bowl, and Landru--named for the benevolent, omnipresent deity in an old science-fiction show--gobbled it down, seeming to forget its benefactor.

John passed into the house. "I'm home! Mom? Jan?" No one answered, but he wasn't surprised. He passed through the living room and into the back part of the house, to dump his backpack onto one of the beds in the room he shared with his twin brother. He opened the laptop and checked his email. There was one from his dad with the subject line "Do you need $$$?" He quickly deleted it unread, as he did with almost all his father's emails.

"Yo! You home yet?" a voice called faintly from the front of the house.

"I'm back here!"

Running footsteps heralded the arrival of Jan, who bounded into the room and leaped onto his own bed. "You didn't clean up after yourself this morning," he said smugly. "Mom is so going to yell at you."

"I'll tell her it was your fault."

"Oh, she knows whose fault it is," Jan gloated. "I told her." He laughed as John flipped him off.

They were both sixteen, and as Michael had intimated, identical in everything but their wardrobes: sun-bleached hair, rosy cheeks, eyes that twinkled and lips that curled with mischief and happiness. Both were lanky, with big wrists and elbows and hands and knees and feet, and both were thin like bows taut with latent energy ready to spring out. Jan drummed his hands on the bed. "So how was practice?"

"'s okay," John shrugged. "I ran into Michael Stroud afterward."

"Yeah? Your nose isn't caved in."

"He was actually nice to me."

"Pfft. Freak is bipolar. So what are we gonna do? Xbox?"

"I thought I'd take Landru for a run."

"Didn't you get enough running at practice? I wanna shoot guys."

"Where were you?" John asked, and a peevishness leaped into his voice "No one fed him."

"Who, Landru? That's your job. You're the one who wanted a dog."

"And when we got him, you did too. Don't you like Landru?"

"I love Landru. But I wasn't the one stupid enough to say 'Please mom, if we get a dog I'll feed him every day'!" Jan grinned.

"Well, you stay and fire up the Xbox. Get the first few levels cleared," John replied. "I'm taking Landru over to the field. After I take a long shit," he added.

* * * * *

Landru bounded and ran and sniffed and barked and chased after the croquet ball John had brought with him. He started at one point to run into the pond, but a sharp word from the teenager brought him back. After a good thirty minutes John said "Home, boy," and the dog ran off while his master followed at a much slower pace.

His mom was back by the time he arrived. "Set the table," she said from the kitchen as he walked past.

"Hi mom," he replied, stepping back to stand in the door frame.

"Hi honey. Set the table?"

He looked around. "Are we all eating together tonight?"

She looked up from the pot she'd set on the stove. "Don't you want to eat with your mother?" she said with the gravity of a woman who knows she is making her son feel guilty, and hating herself for it, but is unable to stop herself. When John winced, she relented with a sigh. "You boys can eat in your room again. Like always."

"Mom, if you want us to--"

"No, it's alright. I have some work I have to do anyway."

"Where's Jan?"

"I sent him to the store. How's Landru?"

"Exhausted. My brother will forget stuff, you know."

She gave him a look. "You wanna chase after him, hold his hand?"

"It'll piss him off," John grinned.

"Don't use bad words, sweetheart. He's got the list. But here--" She jotted on a slip of paper as the water heated. "You have money?"

"Enough for these things," John replied as he glanced at the list, and dashed out the door.

* * * * *

John was in the middle of his homework when he felt eyeballs on the back of his head. He looked around to find Jan in the doorway, frowning at him. "Are you pissed at me?" his twin asked.

"Don't use bad words," John replied.

"Fuck you," Jan retorted, then glanced worriedly over his shoulder. "Are you pissed at me?"

"Why would I be pissed at you?"

"Because you went to the wrong store and couldn't find me?"

"No, it's not that." John turned back to his homework, pencil poised thoughtfully over the paper. But when he turned back, it was with a seeming change of subject. "We should invite Michael Stroud over for some ball."

Jan's eyes widened. "Are you--" Again, he glanced over his shoulder. "Are you fucking nuts?"

"We can take him, the two of us. He doesn't do hoops. You can even be on his team. I'll still win." He smiled faintly. "Won't that be sweet?"

"He won't take us up on it."

"It was his idea."

"He won't remember. I told you, he's a freak, all mental." Jan waved his hands around his head. "And if you ask him, he'll try punching you but wind up hitting me."

"So we challenge him in front of his friends. He won't back down then."

Jan groans. "I don't want to have to deliver your eulogy, but if that's what you want to do," he conceded glumly. "Anyway, are we okay now?" John nodded happily. "Awesome. Oh, Mom's taking me to church with her. The choir director needs help moving stuff."

"Do I need to come?" John asked. His brother shook his head.

* * * * *

As John returned to his studies, Jan went out to the car. But instead of getting in the passenger side, he climbed behind the wheel. He then smoothly pulled off his baggy t-shirt and expertly slipped on a bra and blouse. As he shook at his hair he simultaneously plucked at his chest, and each time he did so, the fabric as it settled bulged out a little more, until it was draping over soft, maternal breasts. His hair fell lower and lower, covering his eyes and the back of his neck, and changing from a bleached blonde to a ruddy chestnut. His features bled and ran like mascara in the rain. But it was running in reverse, and when it cleared he was neatly and expertly made up. He slipped a few pins into his hair, then slid off his tennis shoes and pulled on the pumps that were in the floorboard. He was already in "mom jeans."

Then, as the spitting image of his and John's mother, he started the car and backed into the street.

* * * * *

Read part 2 and part 3 at writing.com

Just to Kick Back

Sometimes it’s just nice to kick back for a while and relax.

When you’ve been a jock and needed to ‘keep up appearances’ by going to the gym, eating the right food - yada, yada it’s great to just take a break.

That’s where my good friend Terry comes in. He’s not a muscle jock but, he’s got a nice comfortable build, charming personality and lots of friends.

Sure, he knows about my trick and has done for a long time now, but he’s cool about it. If fact he’s asked me to put him in some guys before, which of course I’ve done. He likes the change up of a gear just as much as I do.

Because of the favours I do for him he volunteers his body for me to use. I’ve never needed a house as I hop between people’s lives living in theirs. But when I need a break I always return to Terry sometimes for a couple of days sometimes a lot longer; two months I think was the longest.

He trusts me to maintain his life, which of course I do; family and other friends never notice any difference when I’m in residence.

When I knocked on his door, he was so glad to see me; giving me a huge hug before inviting me in. We talked about the six months I’d been away, he was always interested in my adventures.

It had been a good hour before he realised what the time was, “Oh shit man, my new friend will be here soon.” With a wink he said, “I think you’ll like them.”

I smiled, knowing that soon I’d know them as well as he did.

Terry glanced at the bedroom, “We should get moving.” I nodded and followed him.

He laid on the bed resting his arms above him, and closed his eyes with a smile on his face.

I climbed on top of him matching his position and with a deep breath slipped into Terry’s frame.

Getting up gave me a little head rush as I caught up with his memories for the past six months, and then it felt like I’d never been away.

Looking in the mirror, I remembered how much i liked being him, he wasn’t fat just chunky. Thick heavy pecs, strong shoulders and biceps it all looked good to me. Having already latched onto his memories, I remembered it was also his personality that warmed not only me, but everyone he met.

A cheeky smile flashed across my face, something I’d missed so much just as the doorbell rang.

I bounded over to the door and opened it, “Hey!” I beamed, and pulled them in for a big hug, planting a kiss on their cheek.

“Let me just finish getting dressed, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Moments later we were leaving the house. We had a reservation at the swanky new restaurant downtown, and I was going to make sure we both enjoyed it.

Caption This (4th Aug)

**THE STORIES ARE IN THE COMMENTS**

 

Some possible scenarios;

1. Chris twisted, and he felt something give. Quickly he removed his vest and checked…
2. Chris felt something move under his skin, he scratched the irritation and was shocked to find it was moving…
3. There was a sharp pain to his hip, and he looked around; it was Jeff, and he had a pistol in his hand. Chris looked down and pulled a tranquiliser dart from his hip before it all went dark…