Enough

By Bill Rowan

“Enough already.” Chris said to no one in particular. He was finally back in his own body after his latest stint as another Chris for the past few months. Mind you being the other Chris hadn’t been bad. Au contraire he had had a blast being the Aussie stud but after so many times of being transformed, transferred, possessed, and even cloned, he was beginning to lose his own identity. He enjoyed the experiences, many of them quite erotic, but he needed time to be himself for once and recharge. Doubtless that wouldn’t happen. There were some major obstacles to overcome if he wanted down-time.

For starters he would have to fly beneath the radar so people wouldn’t think to use magic on him. That was definitely a hard one since he didn’t really want to live somebody else’s life but he knew it would likely be the only way he could get some peace for a while. He didn’t want to give up acting as that was his first love, meaning his options might be a bit more limited. He was pretty sure whoever he did choose wouldn’t be too bummed out at being an A-list actor who just happened to be quite wealthy and hunky. And even if he could find such a person, how would he be able to pull off the transference since he himself had no magical abilities?

Thinking all this through, however, got Chris conflicted. On one hand he wanted a break but on the other he had become quite addicted to having himself ripped out of his body or turned into some inanimate object to be worn by some hot guy. Just thinking about that got him rather aroused and he definitely didn’t have time for that now. Rarely did he get to be himself for more than a day or two before someone else had their way with him so he would have to act quick if his plans were to succeed.

He thought back to one of the swaps a few years ago when a guy named Brian had taken his body for a Halloween superhero costume party. Brian had used a Draconian Katra that Mr. Cavanaugh, one of Chris’ frequent transformation instigators, had given him. It actually had been quite amusing to see the kid’s reaction at finding himself suddenly thrust into Chris’ body. Chris wondered if Brian still had the Katra and, if he did, would it still work? Didn’t matter anyway since Chris didn’t know how to contact Brian anymore. So what other option was available to him?

His mind then wandered to the possibility, remote as it was, that perhaps some residue magic had been left in his body. But even if there was, how could he activate it and would it be enough to achieve a swap? “Nope.” He told himself. “They wouldn’t be careless enough to leave any trace behind.”

He could call Mr. C. but then he would know Chris’ plan and that would likely defeat his purpose. So maybe Chris could get one of his friends to ask the crafty wizard, or whatever he was, for some help. Like maybe get an artifact that could be used…. No, two things wrong with that. He didn’t know how to get in touch with Mr. C. and whatever friend he asked would think he was crazy. After all body swapping and magic weren’t really possible, right? They would think him crazy. He resigned himself to never being able to accomplish his much-needed vacation and finally went to bed. Tomorrow was another day of filming and Chris had to be at the top of his game.

The next morning before he went to the studio he got up early to take a walk around the park. It always helped him clear his head. Fortunately no one had decided to hijack his body or to play some other mischief during the night. Maybe they would leave him alone for a while.

As he was walking along his usual path he came upon a small store sitting smack dab in the middle of the park. Now Chris was always very observant of details but somehow this store had escaped his notice before… or it had never been here. But that would be silly. Stores don’t just appear out of nowhere. Intrigued, he went closer to explore.

The windows showed him nothing other than his own reflection. A “CLOSED” sign hung in the window of the door, just below faded lettering – “M. Bostov     Clothing Store”. Why in the world would anyone put a clothing store in the middle of a park? Chris looked around, checking out the store. While there were very few people at the park, none of them seemed to notice anything unusual as they passed by. Was he seeing things? His curiosity being fully aroused, he tried the handle on the door which, despite the “CLOSED” sign, opened easily, allowing him access inside as a small bell above the door tinkled. The lighting was dim but Chris could still see rows of clothes and accessories that seemed to stretch on forever, odd given how small the building looked from outside.

“Hello? Anybody here?”

“Hello Mr. Evans. I’ve been expecting you.” Chris swung around to find a young man clad in head to toe leather behind him. “I’m Jace. Welcome.” Jace tried to remain calm but he was such a big fan of Chris Evans that he was rather flabbergasted to see his idol standing right there before him, even if he had been waiting for him to make an appearance. Chris shook the hand that was offered, smiling at the young man but still rather befuddled by the strange store. “Follow me. I have exactly what you desire.” Okay, that was strange. Why would Jace be expecting him or know anything about what he desired? Nonetheless Chris followed the young man, not quite understanding why he was trusting him.

They wound their way through a myriad of merchandise, finally ending up at what was obviously a section devoted entirely to leather. Leather pants, leather vests, leather harnesses, leather jackets. If Chris had been in the market for something leather today, this was definitely the place to find it.

“I’m really not interested in buying leather today. Thanks just the same.”

“Let me show you something that you can try on and if you find you don’t like it, fine. But I think you’ll like what I have to offer.” Jace was definitely persistent. Chris had to give the young man that. Besides what could it hurt to try on a jacket, if only to amuse his host? Jace pulled out a distressed-looking brown jacket. One that looked to be too small to fit Chris’ bulked-up torso.

“Uh… I don’t think that will fit me, Jace.” The jacket was quite obviously meant for someone not quite as large as Chris but as Jace handed the jacket to him, Chris felt the strangest compulsion to try it on.

“I think you will find it fits you perfectly, Mr. Evans. Let me show you to the changing cubicle right over here.” Jace motioned forward where there was a booth with curtains. “If you please, sir.” Chris entered the booth, whereupon Jace handed him the jacket.

Second Career as Chester Bennington

By Slick Psych

Last night, I had knocked out early from my retirement party, satisfied, but bored. Not much left to do, after my wife passed on a few years ago. Yet, somehow, I woke up with a nasty hangover. Once I came to and splashed water to clear my vision, I found myself looking at a very different reflection. The guy I now saw looking back was a lot younger and quite heavily tattooed. I now have several of those piercings that young men are so fond of nowadays. I somehow knew I shouldn’t be complaining, though, to find myself in a much more attractive body. Nice and fit and skinny too. Perhaps fate had given me a second chance at a new career. And maybe a more fulfilling sex life. I already feel a lot more energy than I did when I was his age. And young men seemed to be a lot more open to homosexuality these days, especially in the more alternative scene. I vaguely recall this attractive Asian guy, now that this body’s memories are starting to come to me. Looking at my new reflection, I think I’ll do fine for myself as this “Chester” guy. Yeah, I like that name. Now to go into the stall and see what I’m now packing.

Becoming Travis Barker, Part 3

By Slick Psych

Can’t believe it’s been almost a year since I took over Travis’ life. Glad that Doc dealt with DJ AM, and “my” wife and I came to an arrangement. The Blink-182 boys are reunited, and it’s like old times again. Amazing how much energy the guys still have to fuck around. And who’d believe my boy Tim here was a total bottom in bed. He might be playing the tough boy now, but he takes it like a bitch in the sack. We threw some pants on for the show, but afterwards, we’re going to be wanting to burn off that energy again on the tour bus. And I can show off these sick tats, piercings, and mohawk like the fucking rockstar I am. Almost want to just pull those boxers down right now and shove this 8 inch uncut dick right up in his hungry hole. Plenty of time to fuck around, though. Damn, I love this life.

Becoming Travis Barker, Part 2

By Slick Psych

A couple months in and I’m finally starting to get the hang of this new body and my new rock star lifestyle. Love his DGAF attitude and these sick tats. “Self Made.” How fucking ironic. The skin’s fully healed and memories fused, with no trace of my fat old body left. Only a couple problems, though. His old buddy, DJ AM, was having trouble remembering me surviving the crash and might have to be dealt with. Also, that bitch of a wife of his, Shanna, who has trouble with the fact that Travis would rather be fucking around with his Blink boys than her. Still can’t remember how they had kids, but I’ll have to ditch the girl for more fun with my buds Mark and Tom. This drummer’s rhythm and attitude serve as well pounding skin as they do pounding drum skins. Excited to be going on tour again.

Becoming Travis Barker, Part 1

By Slick Psych

Fucking body suit process didn’t heal right. Guess Travis’ crash had an effect on the suit creation process after all. Doc told me he’d never made a skin suit out of a guy who had died with so many burns before, so it may be taking a while for it to heal. Still, Travis’ plane crash and hospitalization was the perfect cover for me to take over his life. Any gaps in my memories or strange behaviors could easily be explained away while the suit fuses with my body. Anything to get out of my boring desk job as an fat middle-aged accountant. Now, let’s see if death affected Travis Barker’s legendary drumming skills or if enough memories were transplanted successfully.

Threesome

Note: Inspired by Mr. C. and his writer’s guild. Thank you, gentlemen.

      Mr. Cavanaugh made his way to Chris Pratt’s trailer. Still in the guise of the hot young actor KJ Apa, it was a breeze for him to get on any shoot he desired. Normally he would hang around to watch the proceedings but today he was on a mission and couldn’t waste any time. After finding Chris’ trailer he knocked on the door, waiting for the actor to open up.

     The door finally opened, Chris looking ruggedly handsome in his Starlord costume as he greeted KJ.

     “KJ? What are you doing here? Want to come in?” KJ started up the steps but stumbled, albeit on purpose, as he reached the top. Concerned, Chris rushed out to help the lad to his feet. “You alright?”

     “Fine. How are you feeling, Chris?” That was a strange question, Chris thought, but then he noticed something odd happening to him. His bare arms were turning silvery, like chrome, and getting thinner and hollow.

     “What the…?” but before he could complete his sentence he found himself falling to the ground, his hands and feet transforming into shiny chrome forks supporting tires. The costume he had been wearing disappeared, leaving only his ass covered in black leather. In a matter of seconds where one of the hottest actors had been standing now sat a metallic midnight blue Harley just begging to be ridden.

      Abandoning the bike for the time being, KJ went to find the next part of the triad he required. Chris Evans was already on set in his Cap costume shooting an intense action scene when KJ wandered over.

Time Off

Special Guest Courtesy of Mr. Cavanaugh's TF Stories

Chris wanted time off. After a rapid succession of movies, he needed some down time alone to recharge his batteries. Not that he didn’t love his family and acting mind you. He just hadn’t had a good vacation just for himself in a while.

There was a break in filming on location in New York City and the weather had turned sunny after raining most of the day so he decided to go for a stroll.  Along the way, he came across a newsstand with a tabloid he had never seen before. Not usually one to care about tabloid gossip he nonetheless picked up the paper and paid the vendor.

Cavanaugh’s Celebrity Chatter

The front page had a picture of the Amell cousins and the second page had a story about Matt Bomer, both of which he glanced at but quickly skipped over. It was page 3 that really caught his attention. There was only one headline.

Chris Hemsworth: Tired of Acting?

The picture showed him dressed exactly as he was now. Intrigued for sure how that was even possible but after all it was only a tabloid so he closed the paper and thought no more about it. As he started to leave he made eye contact with a young man just coming out of a bar. He shivered as a cold chill travelled throughout his body. Shrugging it off as just a cool momentary breeze he continued onward to a small coffee shop. He opened the paper again while drinking his latte, surprised to see his picture had changed.

Just Desserts

Special Guest Appearance Courtesy of The Body Swap Clique

I had gone shopping at my local WalMart store the other day and decided to browse through the magazine section. My eye caught a glimpse of a very handsome model on the cover of a men’s fashion magazine, one of a kind apparently since there were no others like it on the shelf. Upon closer inspection, I discovered the model was Matt Bomer, an actor I recognized from a few TV shows I had seen. I wasn’t particularly a fan of his but for some reason I had an overwhelming desire to buy the magazine and that compulsion and excitement only got deeper as I stood in line to pay for it.

I got to my house and set the magazine down on the table while I took off my jacket and went to hang it up. Imagine my surprise when, instead of the magazine I had purchased, I found a tabloid paper upon my return. How had that gotten there? The front page had a picture of the Amell cousins Robbie and Stephen rather than Matt. Curious, I opened the paper to find Matt on the second page yet every page after blank. Strange tabloid with only two stories in it.

Cavanaugh’s Celebrity Chatter

Matt Bomer: Sexiest Gay Man Alive?

Tabloid News

Special Guest Appearance Courtesy of The Body Swap Clique

Tom was a lonely bitter man. At 63 he had no family or friends and only left his house to retrieve his mail. He lived vicariously through the gossip rags he subscribed to, the ones that dared profit on anything celebrity (and in some cases faux-celebrity) driven news, true or not.

One bright sunny morning he rushed to his mailbox to get the latest issue of US magazine only to find something else in its place. A brown paper package tied up with string greeted his eager eyes, leaving him quite disappointed that he now wouldn’t be able to find out if Liam and Miley were still a couple or if the Kardashians were hogging the spotlight again. Despondently he trudged back to his house, his day now being less cheerful than before.

Carelessly he threw this unwanted surprise package on his kitchen table, not even bothering to unwrap it to find out what was inside. This package, however, was not about to be ignored and Tom was plagued by curiosity until he could not help himself and he just had to find out what he had received.

Tearing through the wrapping after cutting the string revealed a newspaper he had never seen before.

Cavanaugh’s Celebrity Chatter

Robbie and Stephen Amell: Bitter Rivals?

St. Stephen's Day

St. Stephen’s Day is celebrated throughout the world in different ways. Just another religious holiday usually but this year was going to be decidedly different. St. Stephen had decided to visit the mortal world.

Joel was just another teenage nerd that the jocks of his school loved to pick on. He was a bright kid, not terribly bad looking in a lanky “he’ll grow into his body” kind of way, and always willing to help other people. He loved superheroes and had quite an impressive collection of comic books.

Rick was the QB and of course the most popular guy in school. He was older than Joel as he was a senior and Joel was just a lowly freshman. He had all the advantages: handsome, athletic, from a wealthy family, and colleges clamoring after him, even if his SAT scores placed him in the “not very bright” group.

Rick loved to torment Joel, except when he needed help with his school work. He would ooze charm and friendliness towards the nerd to get what he wanted, acting like they were best bros. And of course, Joel always capitulated and helped his biggest nemesis. That was just the type of guy Joel was.

Rick had managed to get Joel to do his advanced calculus homework for him, promising to get him into the biggest invite-only party coming up on the weekend. And yup, you guessed it, Rick had absolutely no intention of letting “nerd boy” anywhere near him or his friends at the party. Joel was crushed when Saturday rolled around and Rick was nowhere to be found. Rick meanwhile was laughing with his friends at Joel’s expense. Coincidently enough, Saturday also happened to be St. Stephen’s Day.

Seanday Ready: Scrubs up well

I'm taking a break for a while, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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"Ahh, sir. Nice to see you again," the shopkeeper smiled. "I assume you're here to look for something for the party?"

I bit on my lip, "Yeah last year was a really amazing."

"We have a couple of new deals," the shopkeeper looks at me thoughtfully. "As you're a regular customer."

"Tell me more," I grinned.

"Well for a standard deal, we've extended the rental to a month."

"Wow! That's generous, anything else?"

"You can purchase an identity, but it's expensive. $25k."

I sucked in my breath, "That's steep."

He smiled, "But you don't have to pay until after you've accepted your new identity."

The wheels in my head started to turn. If I became a millionaire, $25k would only be a drop in an ocean. "I like that idea. Show me what you have on offer."

"Sure," the shopkeeper pulled out a binder and flipped through some pages. He turned the book around, "have a look through these see if there's anything that interests you."

A Chrismas Tale

What a Christmas eve. The worst snow blizzard in a century was howling outside and I just got a call from work. Seems some dumb ass brought the whole system down and now I needed to go into work to fix their mistake. Great.

Bad enough I had to bundle up to go out into the bitter cold and snow but to add insult to injury when I got there it turned out to be nothing more than someone tripping over a server connection that only had to be plugged back in. Someone’s boss is going to hear about this one in the morning.

I trudged my way back to my car, which by now had a few inches of wet snow piled on top of it, and headed back home. So much for my Christmas eve. Bah humbug.

I finally got back to my warm nest. Now to relax. After getting out of my wet gear I went to pour myself a drink. That’s when I noticed this basket by the tree that I swear hadn’t been there before. My curiosity aroused, I glanced at the colorful tag attached. Ha! “Merry Christmas! From Santa” was printed in bold golden letters. Santa indeed! I had given up believing in Santa a long time ago. Still…

I downed my drink, feeling the warmth of the liquor spreading throughout my cold body, and started to inspect this strange present further. I picked up one of the four small boxes. It had a silver “1” embossed on the wrapping. Strange. I looked closer at the remaining three. Each was a different color and, like the first, had a number on it. I started to open the box with the “1” on it. It was Christmas after all so I wasn’t breaking any rules. Nestled inside red tissue paper was a tree ornament of a golden slipper. While quite beautiful, it did seem like a rather odd gift for a man of my age, but not really thinking too much about it, I hung it on a branch of the tree and started to reach for the next box. Before I could reach down to get the box, a bright light started to emanate from the slipper, engulfing me totally in blinding whiteness. I must have passed out for some unknown amount of time, finding myself in strange surroundings when I came to.

My body was craving a smoke, which was odd since I never indulged a day in my life. Instinctively I reached over to the night stand to grab a cigarette and lighter. That first hit of nicotine cleared my thoughts, but why? I swung my feet over the edge of the bed to the waiting softness of plush carpet below. Awake but still not quite focused, I stood in amazement as I looked at the room around me. I had never seen such a bedroom before. I slowly made my way over to glass doors overlooking a porch, feeling my legs move much more easily than normal. As I opened one of the doors and stepped out, the piercing cries of seagulls overhead and crashing waves assaulted my ears. The strong scent of the ocean tickled my nostrils. I stood there for a moment watching the waves caress the sand, so serene and peaceful. I wondered what the rest of what I guessed must be a high-priced beach house must be like.

A sudden cool gust of wind made me shiver, making me realize I had very few clothes on. I looked down to find I was wearing only boxers. Stranger still, they weren’t on my normal body! Instead of my pasty thin legs I was looking at well-muscled hairless tan legs. And I had abs and pecs! Confused, I retreated into the room, trying to decide if this was all a dream or real. I mean after all how does someone suddenly find themselves in a different body? My mind was telling me that was simply impossible.

Seanday Switch: Another Face

Leaning on the sink I glared at the reflection in the mirror. "Mikey," I whispered. "What does it feel like to see yourself again?"

Reaching up I traced a finger across my face. "Huh, I almost forgot what you looked like. Handsome, strong and angry--oh so angry."

The face looking back at me lifted its chin, "You mother fucker, I should kill you."

"You might be the strongest in your family, stronger than your brothers and your papa, but you wasn't smartest were you?"

"Fucker."

Secret Dreams

Jeremy had a secret. At almost 16 his fondest wish was to be like Liam Hemsworth. Liam was tall, handsome, and most of all had a family that loved him. Jeremy had none of those. He was short for his age and got bullied at school all the time. Handsome? Ha! That was never going to happen with his acne-scarred face and fat features. And as for family, his foster parents could care less about him and more about the money the state paid them every month. They already told him he would be out the door once the money stopped on his 18^th birthday. They weren’t going to support “no freeloader” under their roof. Their kids were no better. They treated Jeremy like a second-class citizen; teasing him and making him do all their chores.

Two things only one other person knew about Jeremy: he had a very giving heart with a lot of love to give to anybody that wanted it and he was actually very smart but wouldn’t excel in academics for fear of being bullied all the more. One thing he did not do: he would not feel sorry for himself. Self-pity was not for him. So alone in his room he wrapped himself in his dreams, dreams that one day someone would love him.

A New Competitor

Where the hell am I? I was sitting in my living room and suddenly I am standing in an empty locker room. I can hear crowds of people somewhere in the distance but the voices are indistinct. A man walks into the room dressed in a tight bicyclist’s outfit that emphasizes his muscular physique. I have no idea who he is but he doesn’t seem surprised to see me here.

“Ah, I see you have finally arrived. Welcome.” His English is accented with German. He comes closer, his hand extended. “I am Andre Greipel. Perhaps you have heard of me?” I can feel his strength as he vigorously shakes my hand.

“No, I’m afraid I haven’t heard of you.”

“No matter.” His dark eyes are scrutinizing my body. “It looks like I have found the perfect competitor.”

Found the perfect competitor for what? What is this Andre guy talking about?

Timeless

One morning I awoke to find a blue police box sitting in the middle of my bedroom. Okay, I had to still be dreaming. There is no way someone could have gotten a police box here and why would they anyway? As I pondered on this mystery, the door to the box opened. My eyes went wide in amazement.

“Hello Jack.”

“Who are you?” I asked still trying to get myself fully awake.

“I am the Doctor. Come man. Get in the TARDIS.”

I was a fan of Doctor Who so I knew about the show but that’s all it was… a TV show, right? Yet here was the Doctor, looking like David Tennant, in his TARDIS and asking me to join him.

I wasn’t even dressed so I quickly grabbed a pair of boxers and followed him into the TARDIS. The door shut behind us and I was standing there gaping at the main control room of the machine.

“Stop staring and get a move on Jack. There’s work to be done. Here… put this on.” He said as he handed me a long coat. In my current confused state I had forgotten I didn’t have any clothes on other than my boxers but this coat looked way too big for me. Well, I needed to get something on. I couldn’t go around in just boxers so I slipped it over my arms. Almost immediately the coat started to tighten until it became a second skin on my body, finally disappearing completely until nothing but my naked body was left. Suddenly my skin felt like it was crawling and I was finding it hard to breathe as something was constricting my throat. I was going to die! The Doctor, the hero of many fantasies, was killing me.

Where There’s a Wil

What am I doing here? I am going to get caught for sure. I am about to knock on the door of a house by the beach, one where an actor I admire from afar lives. I’ve had a crush on this guy from the first time I saw him on the big screen. My obsession only grew when he appeared on TV a few years later. I watched him grow into a very handsome young man, one I was determined to have for myself; but how?

Who, you might ask, is the object of my unbridled desire? Who could stir a passion so strong that I am determined to risk life and limb to be near him? Only one person has ever driven me this far beyond reason before: Wil Wheaton.

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.

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."