SeanDay Shorts; Brought to you by Gaz

Hey guys - got my writing head on, but cant wait till my regular slots - but there are a few stories on their way. Here's a taster though

Wait, these aren't my clothes. This isn't where I was sat earlier. Wait where am I, Who am I. With a no mirrors, no one around and the doors to the house locked. I had little choice but to discover who I was for myself. I didn't recognize a thing. The clothes, my surroundings, all I could currently see were my hands, and they didn't look familiar either. I tried to look into the chrome affect of the Lit BBQ next to me, but the steel was too hazy. I had even begun to strip to see if there was anything else I recognised... Nope nothing.  Suddenly, I saw my former self come through the doors onto the patio where I sat.

"Oh Hey," said my former body, "Gizmo, I hope you don't mind, but I invited a few of our friends over for a party, said you were cooking. Oh and I'm sorry but I swapped our bodies. It was the only way I could get what I wanted and that was for you to be in love with me."

I didn't mind one bit, my new body was far better than my old one, sure I was apparently not gay, but I'm sure I can soon change that. Even though.... Things seem so much better this way, we both share this house, some amazing friends, good cars, excellent jobs. Maybe I'll stay like this... My mind began to accept who I now was and I forgot who I was before.

Seanday Doubles: Timely Cut.

"About fucking time," I muttered as Colin walked into the barbers. "Hey haven't seen you for a while, I thought I was the only guy that cut your hair," I chucked.

"Yeah you are Romeo, but I've been out of the country for the past four weeks."

"Usual?" I asked. He nodded, and I got to work cutting and styling his hair. It was difficult keeping control, he was well built and I knew he worked as a fitness model. Just looking at his watch suggested he was earning some good money.

As I finished and bushed off his shoulders, I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "We've got a new massage service, shoulders and neck." I looked at his reflection and locked my eyes on his. "Roxanne does it."

He smiled. "Well, I'm a little stiff after the flight yesterday," he replied rolling his shoulders. He didn't need any further encouragement, and I led him to a back room.

Seanday Doubles: Secret Twin

"Oh, there you are Darren," Sally called out.

I glanced around McDonalds and spotted the cheerleader. "Hi Sal, what are you doing here?" I asked slightly nervously.

"You are silly Darren, I called you only ten minutes ago and told you I was here waiting for you." She wrapped her arms around my waist. "Have you been working out again? Your like bigger, I'm sure."

I chuckled uneasily, "Always training babe, you know me--muscle head all the way."

Caption This (28th Jun)

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Best friends

So today was the day my best friend finally told me the truth about his sexuality. He hadn't meant too tell me at all but the consequences of his actions meant that he had no choice. There was no more denial or covering up the truth it was all out in the open now.

Weakness

Grant was one of those men who were cut from a very different cloth, the perfect gene pool. He was referred too as a god like figure by many men and women alike. He was the typical man with 100's if not 1000's of friends and followers. He had the time of day for everyone and was such a caring guy.

 

Ride for Life, Part Two

by Carlos Palanca

I can’t believe that my friends would double cross me like that and now John is living his new life as Jeff! Five days later I have thought of plan but I need to use my friends’ bodies to do it. First, I called Peter. I asked him if I could go to his house. I told him that I want to talk to him face to face. He agreed. It took me fifteen minutes to get into his house. I knocked on his door and he let me in. We sat on his sofa in the living room
“So dude, what do you want to talk about?” asked Peter.
“It’s about Craig and John or as Jeff since he hijacked his body from me.” I said
“Look Tony, listen. I know it’s kinda hard to feel that some of your friends betrayed you and yes, I know it’s hard but you got to let it go and move on.” He explained.
I paused for a while, looking down on the floor. I looked up to him and said with a grin, “Not without a payback prank!”
“Haha. I knew you would say that!” He said laughing. “So what do you have in mind?”
“I was thinking that I would try to get “Jeff’s” new address and go there as Craig. Then I would knock him out and pull John from Jeff’s body and take it back from him.” I explained.
“Okay but how are you planning to get the address?”
“That’s where you come in.”

Seanday Short: Ride for Life

"Fucking Jeff," I muttered to myself, "come back to see they guy my ass. He's come back to rub our noses in it."

I watched as he sauntered in, an expensive blue shirt unbuttoned to show his impressive body. Yeah I'll give him that, he was good but then he had the backers now--sponsored to the hilt.

"John, Peter, Jack, Craig," he smiled as he walked around the gang bumping fists and hugging. The others seemed pleased to see him, but I was indifferent. He stopped at me and plucked at my white t-shirt, "Nice shirt Tony."

"Thanks," I replied through my gritted teeth.

"Can't believe your still in this dump."

"Yeah, well I've got plans," I snapped back.

"You always had plans Tony, but never dedication to follow them through. You need to be more like me, and achieve your goals."

I snorted a laugh, "Oh I have plans."

Caption This (21st Jun)

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Special caption me and let's write a story by Warhawk

So I figured this would be fun or whatnot but below I am posting a picture of me and want to see some ideas of a story of a body swap. If you want to write a story go for it :) it's free reign on it.

 

My ideal swap is under 30 and twink or jock, but let's see what you can come up with.

 

If a few good ideas come up I will post a few stories over the next few days.

 

Have fun :)

 

Special Welcome

I'm very pleased to announce that Collan will be joining the Male Transformation Blog team.

You may have read some of his work in the following Caption This posts;

Caption This (14th June)

Caption This (7th June)

So please put your hands together and welcome him to the blog, I'm looking forward to reading all of his stories.

Seanday Starters: Rogue Identity

My neighbour Gavin had only moved in six weeks earlier, but we were already great friends. He was a weekend biker, owned a Yamaha R1--nice piece of kit. At only twenty-four; ten years my junior I wondered how he could afford all the boys toys he owned.

Needless to say, he proved he had money to spend when he told me that he was going on a three-week holiday to Europe. I asked him if he wanted me to carry his luggage during the holiday, but just he chuckled and told me he needed me to look after the house.

The following day he left, dropping the house keys through my mailbox. I pondered what to looking at the keys, but my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to look around his house.

Inside was a geeks dream, gadgets everywhere--it was like being in a candy store. I walked from room to room, finally coming to a utility room that adjoined the garage. Inside was Gavin's motorcycle leathers, and through a window I could see the bike. I'd had one myself a while back but when I changed jobs I needed something more practical and traded it in for a car. It was always something I wanted to return to; the open road, the speed, the 'oneness'.

I looked at the leathers, discarded and crumpled on the floor next to the boot. On a table was a Simpson helmet, along with some gloves. I was taller than Gavin but close enough that I think the leathers would fit. I pondered on the fact that if I dressed in all his gear, with the visor down they would think I was Gavin. I glanced at the bike again, "Fuck it."

Biker Days

I came home one day to find my best bud Jason, or “J” as everyone else had to call him, sitting astride his chromed out hog in my driveway. Anyone looking at the two of us would wonder how we got to be so tight considering how different we were.

J was a big guy, topping out at 6’4 and built like the proverbial brick shit-house, all muscle and no fat. He was the epitome of a classic 50s biker boy with his always greased back hair, leather jacket over a white t-shirt, jeans, and biker boots. He was easy on the eyes as well, not the typical rough biker people tend to think of when someone mentions a hog. I, on the other hand, was small in stature and build – the David to his Goliath. I was rather introverted and while not terribly bad looking, I was not going to win any modeling contests either.

Caption This (14th Jun)

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Seanday Seconds: The Dog Suit pt2

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It had been four days and I'd not heard from Romeo. I looked at the photo he'd sent a couple of days ago.

He desperately wanted to get inside John McKirkwell, the son of the local multi-millionaire, he knew he'd be set for life in the guise of the youth. The only problem was the security, the house was locked up tight.

Romeo had a cunning plan, get McKirkwell's dog and turn it into a suit--a dog suit. Steal into the house in the guise of his favourite pet, and take the kid when he could.

I was considering a rescue mission, but I had no idea of how to get Bruno back. Since he'd been stolen, even the dog walker had security. I was going over it in my mind, telling myself what a stupid plan Romeo had come up with when there was a knock at the door--a delivery.

Caption This (7th Jun)

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Robocaller

Have you ever been annoyed by those automatic calling systems? You know the ones that have a pause before the irritating robotic voice starts to drone. Brad referred to them as Robocallers because that is basically what they were.

“Hello, you have been selected….” Click.

“Hello, my name is Joe Smith and I’m calling to tell you why I’m voting for…” Click.

At first all he would do is hang up but it got so annoying that if a call came and he didn’t recognize the number or he wasn’t expecting a call he just wouldn’t answer. He figured if it was something important whoever was calling would leave a message and he would take the appropriate action.

This was his pattern until one day when for some unknown reason he picked up the phone on a number he didn’t know. As usual he heard “Congratulations. You have won…” he started to hang up when a sharp pain shot through his ear.