Guest Post by Anon.
"Hey Tyler great job playing on Friday!" I look up to see one of the older football coaches looking towards my direction. Confused at first, I turn to see no one behind me. Then I turn to see the coach in front of me.
"Sorry about not congratulating you on the win but I ended up having to leave the game early and I tried to catch you in the locker room before but you looked busy. Wait you were still in the locker room when I left. How'd you get out here already?"
I'm really dumbfounded at this point, and manage to stare blankly towards the coach. Luckily the coach continues on. "Oh you kids these days, I'm getting too old." He chuckles as I do the same so I don't make the situation more awkward then it is. He then goes to say he has to go do something, and congratulates me one more time and pats me on my back.
I'm left standing there still confused as hell. A headache begins as I scratch my head. As I'm scratching I feel short cropped hair. My hair is longer then this. "Fuck." I curse to myself as I figure out what had just happened.
As I try to locate the nearest bathroom, several other students I never talk to come up to me and either smile, nod or even congratulate me on the game.
Coming into the bathroom the mirror is directly in front of me and my suspicions are right. "Holy shit I can't believe this happened again." I say as I grab my face and push my hand through the short hair. The reflection of my schools quarterback greets me. I open up my jacket to find my t shirt straining against the fabric, holding back Tyler's muscles.
Before anyone else has a chance to see, I duck into a stall and transform back into myself. To my relief my own reflection greets me as I head out of the bathroom.
*****
Later on that evening I'm sitting back in my room trying to figure out this situation I am in. Over the past few months I have been able to transform into different people by just thinking about them. Sometimes when my mind wonders and I am thinking about a person I will just shift into them. Luckily everytime I am able to turn back into myself by thinking about myself as well. I just need to learn how to control this new found power. Is there a greater reason to why I got this ability? Just one of the questions I continue to ask myself.
I stand in front of my mirror and try to recreate Tyler. After a little bit of picturing and thinking about him I see my reflection morph in front of my eyes. My shirt strains once again on my chest. "Damn this guy is seriously well built." I say to myself as I lift up my shirt and take it off. I flex my chest as I run a hand down each of my abs. I pull my arms into a double bicep pose as well. Then I begin to feel a stiring in my sweatpants as then do I realize the weirdness that has developed and I quickly stop myself from going any further.
I go back into my bed and pull the covers over me. There's a chill in the air but I don't bother to put on the heat. The warm covers feel great on my new big body, almost a comforting feeling I have with Tylers body. This is something I want to hang onto but I know I must change back. I have never been more than a half an hour in a different form, which makes me curious and nervous at the same time what would happen if I stay in another form longer. Tired as all hell, I stay in Tyler's body and fall asleep.
******
Waking up a pounding headache greets me. I turn over and see the alarm clock and it reads 8:30. "Fuck I over slept! Coach is gonna have my ass!" I get out of bed and frantically search for my football kit. "Where the fuck is it??" I'm tearing apart my room trying to find the damn thing when I catch my reflection in the mirror.
A rush of memories flow through my head as I grab my head and curl over. It clicks my name is still James but my name is also Tyler. I have a double set of memories now. It seemed since I slept over night Tyler's memories of his entire life had a chance to sink in and somehow I now have access to them.
It was all beginning to make sense to me. I had to first adjust and wrap my mind around Tyler's persona to control it. Since I slept in his body over night I guess it gave me more time to gain access to his memories. As I thought more about his life, I could remember all the things from when he was little to up until last night. I really thought when I woke up I was actually Tyler.
Quickly I shifted back into my form. It was a relief to just have my memory to focus on. This was something to keep in mind if I planned on staying in a form for longer periods of time.
Just then I heard my stomach growling. I went down into the kitchen to grab some breakfast when I spotted a note laying on the counter. It was from my mom explaining that my dad and her went out for the day to visit her sister and brother in law. Underneath she left a little "to do" list for me while they were gone. "Well this is just great," I said to myself.
One of the chores was to get the mulch from the pile on the side of the house and spread it around to landscape around the plants. Now that was gonna be a pain in the ass. It was gonna be hot as hell today and not to mention I'm not the strongest person in the world.
Then I thought of an interesting idea. My dad fairly strong guy and he would be probably be able to move the mulch a lot easier. Now with my parents out all day I'll be able to transform into him. I still haven't transformed into any of my family members yet so this was going to be an interesting ride.
I went upstairs into my parents bedroom and went into the their closet. Going through my dad's clothes I picked out a pair of briefs with a tank and some shorts. Since none of my clothing was going to fit anymore, I had to use all my dad's clothing. Quickly I pulled up the green briefs up my legs. They were beginning to slip so I made sure I pulled up the mesh shorts but they were falling down too. Then I put on my dad's grey tank. I glanced into the mirror that was in their bedroom as I thought about transforming into my father. I looked like a complete idiot with the baggy clothes hanging off my frame. But soon enough my long hair was becoming replaced by my dad's shorter style. My chest was beginning to puff out as my shoulders widened. I had to readjust myself as I gained a few inches in height. My legs and arms were the last to go as my legs added some more mass and my arms nearly doubled in girth. Then a dark shadow appeared on my face as I brought my new meaty fingers up to touch and scratch it. "Holy fuck," I heard my new deep voice say. I didn't realize his voice sounded this intoxicating. Then I broke out into one of his chuckles as I felt up my biceps and chest. He's your typical dad with a slight beer gut but with plenty of muscle.
I couldn't get over the feeling of my chest bouncing as I walked out of the bedroom. It felt so right. I pulled on a pair of my dad's trainers that were sitting by the door and went outside.
"Sorry about not congratulating you on the win but I ended up having to leave the game early and I tried to catch you in the locker room before but you looked busy. Wait you were still in the locker room when I left. How'd you get out here already?"
I'm really dumbfounded at this point, and manage to stare blankly towards the coach. Luckily the coach continues on. "Oh you kids these days, I'm getting too old." He chuckles as I do the same so I don't make the situation more awkward then it is. He then goes to say he has to go do something, and congratulates me one more time and pats me on my back.
I'm left standing there still confused as hell. A headache begins as I scratch my head. As I'm scratching I feel short cropped hair. My hair is longer then this. "Fuck." I curse to myself as I figure out what had just happened.
As I try to locate the nearest bathroom, several other students I never talk to come up to me and either smile, nod or even congratulate me on the game.
Coming into the bathroom the mirror is directly in front of me and my suspicions are right. "Holy shit I can't believe this happened again." I say as I grab my face and push my hand through the short hair. The reflection of my schools quarterback greets me. I open up my jacket to find my t shirt straining against the fabric, holding back Tyler's muscles.
Before anyone else has a chance to see, I duck into a stall and transform back into myself. To my relief my own reflection greets me as I head out of the bathroom.
*****
Later on that evening I'm sitting back in my room trying to figure out this situation I am in. Over the past few months I have been able to transform into different people by just thinking about them. Sometimes when my mind wonders and I am thinking about a person I will just shift into them. Luckily everytime I am able to turn back into myself by thinking about myself as well. I just need to learn how to control this new found power. Is there a greater reason to why I got this ability? Just one of the questions I continue to ask myself.
I stand in front of my mirror and try to recreate Tyler. After a little bit of picturing and thinking about him I see my reflection morph in front of my eyes. My shirt strains once again on my chest. "Damn this guy is seriously well built." I say to myself as I lift up my shirt and take it off. I flex my chest as I run a hand down each of my abs. I pull my arms into a double bicep pose as well. Then I begin to feel a stiring in my sweatpants as then do I realize the weirdness that has developed and I quickly stop myself from going any further.
I go back into my bed and pull the covers over me. There's a chill in the air but I don't bother to put on the heat. The warm covers feel great on my new big body, almost a comforting feeling I have with Tylers body. This is something I want to hang onto but I know I must change back. I have never been more than a half an hour in a different form, which makes me curious and nervous at the same time what would happen if I stay in another form longer. Tired as all hell, I stay in Tyler's body and fall asleep.
******
Waking up a pounding headache greets me. I turn over and see the alarm clock and it reads 8:30. "Fuck I over slept! Coach is gonna have my ass!" I get out of bed and frantically search for my football kit. "Where the fuck is it??" I'm tearing apart my room trying to find the damn thing when I catch my reflection in the mirror.
A rush of memories flow through my head as I grab my head and curl over. It clicks my name is still James but my name is also Tyler. I have a double set of memories now. It seemed since I slept over night Tyler's memories of his entire life had a chance to sink in and somehow I now have access to them.
It was all beginning to make sense to me. I had to first adjust and wrap my mind around Tyler's persona to control it. Since I slept in his body over night I guess it gave me more time to gain access to his memories. As I thought more about his life, I could remember all the things from when he was little to up until last night. I really thought when I woke up I was actually Tyler.
Quickly I shifted back into my form. It was a relief to just have my memory to focus on. This was something to keep in mind if I planned on staying in a form for longer periods of time.
Just then I heard my stomach growling. I went down into the kitchen to grab some breakfast when I spotted a note laying on the counter. It was from my mom explaining that my dad and her went out for the day to visit her sister and brother in law. Underneath she left a little "to do" list for me while they were gone. "Well this is just great," I said to myself.
One of the chores was to get the mulch from the pile on the side of the house and spread it around to landscape around the plants. Now that was gonna be a pain in the ass. It was gonna be hot as hell today and not to mention I'm not the strongest person in the world.
Then I thought of an interesting idea. My dad fairly strong guy and he would be probably be able to move the mulch a lot easier. Now with my parents out all day I'll be able to transform into him. I still haven't transformed into any of my family members yet so this was going to be an interesting ride.
I went upstairs into my parents bedroom and went into the their closet. Going through my dad's clothes I picked out a pair of briefs with a tank and some shorts. Since none of my clothing was going to fit anymore, I had to use all my dad's clothing. Quickly I pulled up the green briefs up my legs. They were beginning to slip so I made sure I pulled up the mesh shorts but they were falling down too. Then I put on my dad's grey tank. I glanced into the mirror that was in their bedroom as I thought about transforming into my father. I looked like a complete idiot with the baggy clothes hanging off my frame. But soon enough my long hair was becoming replaced by my dad's shorter style. My chest was beginning to puff out as my shoulders widened. I had to readjust myself as I gained a few inches in height. My legs and arms were the last to go as my legs added some more mass and my arms nearly doubled in girth. Then a dark shadow appeared on my face as I brought my new meaty fingers up to touch and scratch it. "Holy fuck," I heard my new deep voice say. I didn't realize his voice sounded this intoxicating. Then I broke out into one of his chuckles as I felt up my biceps and chest. He's your typical dad with a slight beer gut but with plenty of muscle.
I couldn't get over the feeling of my chest bouncing as I walked out of the bedroom. It felt so right. I pulled on a pair of my dad's trainers that were sitting by the door and went outside.
The work was tedious but I was able to get it finished with minimal effort as I expected with the help of my dad's body. I was working up a sweat though as I stripped myself of my tank. I caught my reflection in the window of my glistening torso under the sun. "Damn my dad is still in great shape even with this slight beer pouch."
Coming in side I searched for something to drink. Going through the fridge I came across a can of beer. My dad said to never touch his beer but now that I'm him what's stopping me?
I chugged down the beer like second nature as I watched tv. Almost zoning out I flipped through the numerous channels and settle on sports center, something I wouldn't usually watch. But go with it anyway. I couldn't help getting more and more focused on what they were talking about. Everything from the NFL to the MLB. This all seemed much more important to me.
Coming in side I searched for something to drink. Going through the fridge I came across a can of beer. My dad said to never touch his beer but now that I'm him what's stopping me?
I chugged down the beer like second nature as I watched tv. Almost zoning out I flipped through the numerous channels and settle on sports center, something I wouldn't usually watch. But go with it anyway. I couldn't help getting more and more focused on what they were talking about. Everything from the NFL to the MLB. This all seemed much more important to me.
I gave my chest a scratch and then itch my balls, just then it clicks. My dad's mind is taking over, just as Tyler's did. "Dammit I gotta watch this and be more careful," I said to myself in dad's deep voice.
On that thought, I heard the front door opening and my parents announce they're home. Caught up in the situation I scrambled to find a hiding place so they didn't see my current form. I go into the guest bathroom to change back to myself. I realize I'm still wearing my dad's clothes.
Luckily there is some of my brothers spare clothes laying on the floor from when he was last home from college. I hastily put them on, changing back into myself and leave the bathroom.
"Hey how was your trip?" I ask my parents.
"Uh it was good," my mom says. "Andrew I wasn't expecting you home today, don't you still have classes?"
Andrew? Why is she calling me by my older brother's name. I glanced down at my torso, then my eyes turn to meet the reflection in a mirror-it's my brothers.
"Uh it was good," my mom says. "Andrew I wasn't expecting you home today, don't you still have classes?"
Andrew? Why is she calling me by my older brother's name. I glanced down at my torso, then my eyes turn to meet the reflection in a mirror-it's my brothers.
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