The Fashion Show

My friend Matt was a very handsome and extremely wealthy man. The two of us couldn’t have been more different if we had tried. I was hardly wealthy and far from being male model handsome as one could possibly get. Despite our 36-year age difference – he was 22 - we somehow managed to click when I met him at a trade show where he was the guest speaker.

He had hired me as his personal assistant shortly thereafter and introduced me to a very luxurious lifestyle that I had never known. He even had me living in his penthouse in one of the buildings he owned. He had money oozing from every pore it seemed, so much so that economies could crumble and he would still be uberwealthy. I’ve been with him about two years now and I had accompanied him on some of his wild adventures during our time. Sometimes I would join in on the activity if I was capable.

Our age difference didn’t bother him at all but he knew it did bother me, more so as my latest birthday was approaching. I could tell he was concerned as I became more and more withdrawn the closer the day came. It just wasn’t right for a young man such as him to be dragging a man old enough to be his father along on his treks, no matter how much we enjoyed each other’s company. I just wished I could be young enough to be more like a bro than a father. I grew insecure, no matter the number of times he protested that my age didn’t matter or how much he pampered me. He was happy and he wanted me to be as well.

The morning of my birthday he woke me up before the sun rose.

“Happy birthday sleepy head. We have a lot to do today.” He cheerfully said as he set a breakfast tray in front of me. “Eat up and get yourself dressed so we can get going.” He certainly was looking forward to my birthday more than I was. Rather reluctantly I finished all the food on the tray, Matt chattering like a magpie all the while. I tried to be happy if only for his sake. Soon we were riding in his limo to some unknown destination. As much as I appreciated Matt and this very strange gesture, I was wishing I was still in bed asleep.

“Where exactly are we going this early?”

“You’ll see.” I could tell I wasn’t going to get much out of him. Whatever he had planned he had done so in complete secrecy, which took some doing since I usually knew everything he had on his agenda.

“Wake me up when we get there.” I snuggled down into the seat and promptly fell back to sleep. The next thing I knew Matt was shaking me out of my comatose state. Presumably we had arrived at our destination, the sun now blazing in the clear blue desert sky. I could see nothing around us for miles except some dilapidated building. He woke me up for this? We made our way inside. Surprisingly the inside of the building was in mint condition. Suddenly this huge banner unfurled before us - “Happy Birthday Welcome to the Fashion Show” in bright multi-colored lettering that probably could be seen from outer space. Fashion show? We were in the middle of nowhere for a fashion show? And where were all the people? Didn’t fashion shows attract large crowds. So far there was a total of three of us: me, Matt, and the limo driver (and he had stayed in the car). There was no sign of activity anywhere. Why would he deem to bring me to a fashion show?

He must have sensed my confusion. “Don’t worry. You’re going to love this.” He smiled enigmatically as he led me to another door. Why in the world would he think I would want to watch models parade around showing clothes? We entered a large comfortable open space with only two chairs to one side. Matt gestured me to one of the chairs while he sat in the other. He nudged me. “Private event. Invitation only and you’re the only invitee.” That Cheshire cat smile again.

The doors opposite us opened, the first model making his appearance. Matt produced a notebook from the valise he had brought, starting to make notes of some sort. The guy was boyishly handsome, dressed all in black that emphasized his very trim figure.

“I’m branching out into a clothing business. I want your opinion on the clothes. Do you like what you see? Would you wear them?”

“Yes, but they aren’t exactly something I would look that good in.”

“How would you rate the overall appearance? On a scale of 1 to 10.”

“An 8. The clothes bring out his features nicely but they also show just how thin he is.” Still I was jealous of seeing such a young man looking that good. It made me feel very old indeed. Out of the corner of my eye I caught Matt watching me, making notes about lord knows what. Matt motioned and the model disappeared from whence he had come, the next model making his appearance. Apparently, this was to be an all-male model show, each likely wearing clothes that I would never have any use for. This one was very casually dressed in a tank top that showed all his muscles to glorious effect.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Definitely. I’m sure that tank would make my body look that good.” Sarcasm is us…

“How would you rate the overall appearance?”

“7. Good if you are going to the beach but not anything I’d wear.” Only two models in and I was growing antsy looking at these pretty boys. If this was Matt’s idea of showing me a good time on my birthday then he really didn’t know me that well after all. Again, I caught him watching me and scribbling notes in his book. What was he writing down so copiously?

The parade continued. One after another, the models came through the door wearing some very interesting outfits. Each one prompted Matt to ask the same questions and him writing his blasted notes as he watched my response. Why was he so intently studying me?

One more model made his appearance. I immediately sat up and took notice. Matt hurriedly scribbled something down.

“This is the last one. Tell me what you think.”

What did I think? This guy was the epitome of bad boy cool, the kind I had always been intensely envious of when I was younger. I had wanted to be that cool, able to attract people with chiseled good looks. Those feelings came rushing back as I watched him so confidently strut around in his leather motorcycle jacket that couldn’t conceal the muscular body beneath, his long blonde hair dangling seductively over that handsome face. I could imagine him riding down the road on an expensive bike, wind blowing through that hair, and looking like he stepped out of someone’s fantasy. My fantasy at least. I tried to hide what I was thinking from Matt but somehow, I think he knew. Never mind the clothes. This guy was my 10.

The rest of the models emerged through the door. It was quite overwhelming seeing that much male beauty all at once.

“Thank you, gentlemen. That will be all for now. Feel free to indulge in the food and drink in the back.” He made a motion to them and as he did so I felt a sharp prick in my neck. My sight became blurry and my last thought as I passed out was: why?

I don’t know how much time had passed between then and when I woke up to find I was on some sort of table. Well, not exactly a table but I was lying face-up looking at bright lights. I wasn’t bound yet when I tried to move I couldn’t. I started to shiver and then realized I was naked. Matt came over, a big smile on his face.

“Don’t worry. You’re going to enjoy this. Just relax and it will all be over soon.” Enjoy what? How could I relax when I couldn’t move? Before I could say anything, some large object appeared in my vision, lowering as if from nowhere and getting closer to me. From my perspective, it looked like a big blob with no definition whatsoever. It kept getting lower until finally it touched my body. I screamed as this “thing” bonded with my skin.  I felt my self being flipped face down and the edges of the blob folding onto my backside. There was a loud sucking noise as I was sealed into the mass. This was all too much for my mind to handle and I blacked out.

“Happy birthday, Brody.” I could hear Matt say as I regained consciousness. Brody? Who was Brody? He knows my name isn’t… Brody? I tried to raise myself but Matt gently held me down. “Give yourself a few minutes. You’ve been through a lot and there is still more ahead.”

I looked around the room as I lay there. We were home, in my bedroom, yet I didn’t feel at home. Something was decidedly different. I was heavier and my feet were hanging off the end of the bed!

I was amazed by the strength I felt as I easily pushed Matt away so I could get off the bed. Big mistake sitting up so quickly. My head started to swim and I nearly fell as I tried to stand. My center of gravity was off, my room looking slightly different as if I was looking down from a taller vantage point. I caught sight of a large hand as I grabbed the bed post to steady myself. That wasn’t my hand yet I could feel the bed post!

“Steady, Brody. Give yourself a minute to get adjusted.” There he was calling me Brody again. Get adjusted to what?

“What are you….” I gasped. A very unfamiliar silky-smooth baritone voice was speaking my words… What was going on? I looked down at my naked body… except it wasn’t my body. I mean, sure, I was moving it and all but it wasn’t my 60-year-old body. The skin was smooth and taut, not a wrinkle in sight, and there were muscles where I never had muscles… ever. And where my average cock should be hung, I saw a monster worthy of a god. I had to flick the blonde hair out of my eyes. Wait… blonde hair? What hair I had left wasn’t long enough to hang in my eyes nor was it blonde. I confusedly looked to Matt for answers.

“Get yourself dressed.” He motioned to clothes near the bed, clothes that looked quite familiar somehow. It didn’t escape my notice that there was no underwear to be seen, only a shirt, pants, and a heavy pair of socks. I never went commando but, apparently, I would be now. I stumbled slightly as I moved towards the clothes. The stride of my feet was different and very alien to me. Add the height differential and I was amazed I hadn’t fallen completely. This was all just too weird. I started with the socks that looked way too large for my feet… until I pulled them on. I then managed to get myself clad in the what seemed like far too big attire that somehow fit perfectly, the button-down shirt clinging just so to show off the impressive chest… my impressive chest and the pants with a bulge where my huge cock and balls swayed freely. Then it dawned on me why the clothes looked so familiar. I was wearing the outfit I had seen on the last male model at the fashion show, minus the leather jacket and boots!

Mouth agape, I made my way to the full-length mirror across the way. I still had to get used to using these muscles and legs but at least I didn’t stumble this time. And that wasn’t the only thing I was going to have to get used to. Staring back at me was a face I had been so envious of with all its chiseled features and immense confidence. This must be Brody, beautiful, beefy Brody. I was literally speechless at the sight.

I turned to face Matt. “What did you do to me?” I heard that silky voice again.

His simple reply: “I gave you the body of your dreams.”

“Come on Brody. We have more to do.” He walked out the door. I was getting used to him calling me Brody and the more he said it, the more it began to feel natural. I still moved awkwardly but as I moved more the muscles started to perform smoothly, powerfully. The youthful vitality flowing within me was such a high after so many years of an unresponsive body. I knew nothing about Brody other than he was one gorgeous piece of man. I followed Matt, now waiting at the elevator that would take us to the next step of this most unexpected journey.

As I stood in the elevator next to Matt I started to notice more differences. I was now slightly taller than he was – I had always been the shorter one before. And while Matt was no slouch in the muscle department, I was the more muscular one now. Brody’s – my senses were finely tuned. Smells, sounds, even the tingling nerves whenever I moved were so acute that I was experiencing the world in a whole new way. I was enjoying this new body immensely.

“Matt, not to sound ungrateful or anything, but where is the real Brody?”

“The real Brody is standing next to me. You are the real Brody.”

“I look and sound like Brody but I’m still me. So, where is the real Brody?”

He pressed the stop button on the elevator. “You are Brody. You are everything Brody – memories, mannerisms, abilities – all there with you. All yours. Think what it will be like being young, handsome, and having life ahead of you.”

“Okay. What happened to me? I mean, the old me.”

“To everyone else you ‘died’ of a heart attack on your birthday and were immediately cremated per your instructions. You are still my personal assistant just like before, only now as Brody.” He started the elevator again and before I knew it we were in the parking garage. I was still unsure about all this but then I began to feel something inside, something that was telling me everything was okay and that I should just relax and enjoy being Brody.

“Close your eyes.”

“What?”

“Close your eyes.”

I did as he requested. He then took my hand and led me through the garage. “Okay, you can open your eyes now.” I gasped when I saw what was in front of me. “Here’s the rest of your birthday present.”

Sitting there in all its glory was the most amazing (and likely quite expensive) motorcycle I had ever seen. The rest of Brody’s outfit – leather jacket and boots – waited to be worn. I looked at Matt in amazement.

“Go ahead. They are all yours.” It must have been quite the sight to have this beautiful man acting like a little kid at Christmas. I just couldn’t believe that I could be living my fantasy, that it was all real. I slipped the boots on, saving the jacket for last. That jacket truly was a dream come true as the leather was so tight against my body when I zipped it up. I was going to ride a bike for the first time in my life! Unfortunately, I didn’t know how I was going to do so. Matt laughed when I looked towards him, giddy but disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my new toy. “Trust me. Get on the bike Brody.”

I approached the bike, trembling with excitement and doubt. Doubt that I would even know how to get astride the beast before me never mind ride it. Without even consciously realizing it I found myself mounting the bike and kicking the engine to life as easily as if I had done it hundreds of times. I caught sight of myself in one of the mirrors. I couldn’t help but relish the good-looking dude, leather jacket and all, that stared back at me. I don’t know how but I just knew I could ride the bike and I was a damn good model and surfer, too. Just then another motorcycle roared up beside me – Matt. I had lost 36 years of my life or, perhaps I should say, I had gained 36 years of my life back. This time as a bona fide hunk. Could life get any better? I didn’t know but now I was Brody and I was going on the first of what I knew would be many adventures with my bro.