Bath time

Guest Post by Erick S.

 

“A bath?” my brother Drew laughed me off, “I dunno, bro. No offense, but this whole ‘taking a bath’ thing is a little gay to me.”

“C’mon,” I told him, “I know you’re stressed out about your date with Jess tonight. A nice bath will help you relax. It’s worked all those other times, right?”

“Yeah, man,” he said, “Still can’t believe you got this whole thing set up with Jess. I’ve been trying to hook up with her since she broke up with Matt last summer. You’re sure she’s gonna be there? I’m getting kind of nervous, I haven’t heard anything from her yet.”

“Yeah, she’s gonna be there!” I assured him, “She’s the one who asked me to set this whole thing up when we were out shopping this afternoon. I think she’s really excited about it!”

“Well having a gay little brother has its advantages, I guess,” Drew laughed, “You spend the whole day shopping and getting your nails done with the hottest chicks in town and then you set me up on dates with them. Gotta say that’s kinda cool, bro. Glad you’re living with me this year.”

“Hey, any time. Mom and Dad were totally wrong when they said we’d never be able to live together, right?” I smiled, “Do you want me to get your bath ready?”

“All right, all right,” he finally agreed, “But I don’t want any of that fruity stuff in there. None of those bath oils or whatever. Just plain.”
“You got it, bro,” I said.

That had been exactly one hour ago. Now, pressing my ear up against the bathroom door, I didn’t hear a sound. Cautiously, I turned the knob and peeked in. There was my big brother, laid back in the tub and looking completely knocked out. Just as I had expected. I grinned, looking over his body. He had a nice, athletic build and your typical masculine, scruffy straight-guy look. He looked his best in a pair of basketball shorts, some sort of random, wrinkled t-shirt and a baseball cap -- the kind of thing he could wear out to the gym or over to his bros’ place to watch a game. At least, that was the look I always liked on him best.

I guess if he got all of the typical straight-guy genes, it was only natural that I ended up much smaller and, I guess, more feminine. Which was fine with me, most of the time. But sometimes I envied him for the way he looked, and sometimes I just wanted to wear his body for a couple of hours to have people look at me just like an average dude and not like The Gay Brother. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Sorry, bro,” I said, reaching into the tub and pulling the plug, “No date with Jess tonight after all.”

It didn’t matter. Before I left his body, I would leave him with the memory of having had an amazing date with Jess, and probably add in some hot sex just like he’d been wanting. He was never shy with the way he talked about girls around me. He told me exactly what he liked them to do and what he liked to do to them. It made it really easy for me to create the memories for him.

As the last of the water drained out of the tub, I got undressed. I squished myself into the tub right next to him and took a deep breath. Then, inch by inch, I started to work my way into him, feeling myself completely disappear into his body. There was always this dizzying moment just before I made it all the way in. A nauseating, all-over feeling. I just had to focus on holding my breath. And then I was in.

With a gasp of air, I opened my eyes and looked down at my brother’s buzzed chest. I looked over and twisted my arm. Sure enough, there was his tattoo. I reached up and scratched my scruffy face. He had probably grown this scruff in a day or two. For me, I don’t know if I would get that scruffy even after two weeks of not shaving. I grinned. It felt great being inside of him again.

I stood myself up and grabbed a towel. I dried off my borrowed body, letting myself enjoy my new size and shape. I took a look at myself in the mirror.
“Well, bro,” I said to my reflection, “Since the date with Jess is off, what do ya say we do tonight instead?”

As if on cue, I heard his phone buzz in his bedroom. I finished drying myself off and headed into his room. I could walk around the house totally naked like this, and I loved it.

Something I never knew about him before I started doing this was how big his balls were. It sounds kinda strange, but I loved how heavy they felt and the way they flopped around. Totally different from mine. Our dicks were about the same size, but I liked the way those big balls made me feel.

I reached for his phone on the nightstand. His buddy Bryan had texted him. “O’Tooles tonight?” Local sports bar. Perfect.

“Yeah,” I texted back, “Game starts at 7. Meet you there. Matt coming?”

Another thing I loved about being Drew was the way I just knew everything about sports all of a sudden. When I was inside of him, I knew everything about him, really. Knew all of his friends, knew how he acted around them. Knew the right things to say. It surprised me sometimes how much I could sound like him and act like him. I don’t know if it was a totally perfect impersonation, but more often than not when I was him, I would be out with his buds and after a few beers, it didn’t matter too much anyhow.

I pulled a pair of Fruit of the Loom boxers out of his top drawer. No Andrew Christian briefs for me tonight. I slid them up over my hairy legs and then grabbed a pair of basketball shorts off of the floor and a t-shirt out of the laundry hamper. I liked to wear stuff of his that he’d already worn. Plus, that was totally Drew. Just throwing together an “outfit” out of the first things he could grab. He could never understand my sense of fashion, or how I could spend hours shopping or trying to decide on the right outfit.

I completed the look with a pair of his favorite sneakers and, of course, a baseball cap. I didn’t even need to style my hair or put product in it. It was great. He had a stick of deodorant on top of his dresser and I swiped some on under my shirt. I took a breath in and smiled. I totally smelled like him now.

He had a mirror on the back of his door, and when I stepped in front of it, I saw Drew. Completely and totally. Just a laid-back straight guy heading out to the local sports bar to meet up with a few of his buds. I almost couldn’t contain myself. It was exciting every time.

I took one last confident look at myself, grabbed his keys, and flipped off the light in his bedroom.

“All right, bro,” I said to myself as I headed out the door, “Let’s have us a good night, what do ya say?"