Last Seandays: The Alpha - Pt2.

It was three hours into the party, and I was well on the way to being out of my head inside Jack. One of the dark corners of the room caught my eye, it was Mark I recognised his black t-shirt and brown skinny jeans. It looked like he was getting serious with a fit blonde. Paul sidled up next to me and nudged me. "You having fun?" He asked.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Hell yeah, Jack's always hard, and when I bark people jump," I grinned. "Except for that blonde over there," I nodded at the corner. "Maybe I should jump into Mark?"

Paul leaned on the bar and looked up at me. "You should ask, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"Ask? I didn't think I needed permission," I retorted.

"You don't, but Craig is inside Mark at the moment."

I do a double take at Paul, and realised I was talking to the real Jock. "Fuck, when did he swap out of you?" I asked.

"Just after we arrived. We hooked up with Tony in one of the back rooms," he replied.

"But Tony isn't gay."

Last Seandays: The Alpha – Pt1.

Saturday night staying in again I thought to myself. My mobile beeped. Come over were going to a party tonight, it was a message from my friend Craig. I'll come over, but you know I don't do parties I replied.

When I got there, Craig answered the door with the widest grin on his face. "What are you so smug about?" I chuckled.

"We're going to that party over at John Weiss's tonight," he said with a glint in his eye.

"You're an idiot sometimes, what chance have we got? There's no way we're getting into that party. You've got to be a pure bred jock, rich or something. It's not a place for people like us," I replied glumly.

Craig poked his head around the door to the den. "Got something to show you buddy," he smirked.

With a sigh, I followed him into the den and gasped at the scene in front of me. Standing there were seven jocks, all prettied up and ready for a party. I shrunk back a little feeling intimidated by the group. As I cast my eyes along the line of jocks, I realised that none of them had moved, not even blinked. "What's going on?" I stuttered.

Craig walked along the line of jocks and prodded each one with a finger, none of them responded. "Primed and ready to go my friend," Craig told me in a very confident voice.

"What do you mean?" I asked with a frown.

"I've been working hard," he sniggered. "Working them all hard one by one."

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"They're all close friends, even closer now I've worked on them," Craig smiled. "I started with Tony," he pointed at the jock in the white t-shirt on the left. "After I wormed my way into his body, I modified his thoughts and memories while I pretended to be him for the week. I worked my way through the entire group, and now they follow my orders."

"What are they going to do? Just stand there all day?" I asked.

"No, I can get them to act normal, but I can summon any of them with a call to their phone."

"What about me?" I ask.

"Look buddy, you've been my friend for a long time, and helped me out through the tough times. You've been like family to me, why wouldn't I let you on in the fun?"

I pulled at my lip, and then I realised what he meant about going to the party. "Wait, you mean go to the party as one of these jocks?"

"Yeah, whichever one you want," Craig smiled.

I looked at them one at a time. "Which jock's the leader, you know the alpha?" I asked nervously.

"That's Jack," he replied pointing at the jock in the middle of the line with the blue jeans. "He keeps all the guys in line."

"Then him," I told Craig. "How do I get inside him?"

"Simple, I've set them up to let either one of us to push into them, taking over their lives."

I walked over to Jack and took his hand leading him into the middle of the room. He offered no resistance as I traced a hand across his impressive frame, his shoulders and back. I glanced across the faces of the remaining jocks, their eyes are glassy and lifeless.

Jack only let out a low groan as I pushed into his larger body. I felt a flush of warmth, and as I looked down; I noticed my waist and feet were obscured by Jack's pecs. I reached up and felt the thick slabs of meat through the tight t-shirt. "Fucking awesome," I muttered using Jack's voice.

Craig clicked his fingers a couple of times and the remainder of the jocks obediently looked over. He pointed at the jock with the logo on his t-shirt. "You're my ride for tonight, come over here."

Jack's memories started to bleed into mine. "That's Paul right?"

"Yeah, that's right. Remember to everyone else your Jack, nobody will be able to tell the difference now you've picked up his memories as well," he replied as he pushed into Paul's back. "Paul's a tough little fucker, he's bi but keeps it quiet," Craig explained using Paul's voice.

"So we're going to the party now?" I asked.

Paul clicked his fingers a couple of times, and the remainder of the jocks blinked and came to life again. "Ok guys, huddle up, huddle up," Paul told the other jocks as they formed a half circle around him. I stood behind Paul looking over his shoulder. "You know who I really am," they all nod. Paul turns and puts an arm around my shoulder, "You know who this is?" He asks.

"It's Jack of course," Tony chirped.

The jock standing next to him elbowed him in the ribs. "Don't be a fuck ass, he's talking about the guy inside Jack," he growled.

"Treat him, as you would treat me. Do whatever he asks without question," Paul continued, and they all nodded.

I let Jack's alpha persona wash over me. "OK, you fuck-wits we're going to hit this party hard. Drink, dance and fuck any bitches that are up for it. Now get the fuck out of my sight, I need to talk to Paul," I growled. They all bundled out of the house, I knew some of them were scared of Jack; I liked that. "Why are we taking them all?" I asked.

He looked up at me and ran a finger down my inherited pecs. "Options buddy, if you get bored being the alpha male just call over one of the other guys--bang! You've got a whole new identity to have fun with."

Sunday Reloaded: Always the Opportunist

It was Saturday afternoon when I started to think about the night ahead. I needed a body I could use to have some fun in, perhaps stretching it to the whole weekend. I thought about my options; I could visit the gym, perhaps pick up a bodybuilder. I scratched the stubble on my chin, perhaps a twink. I chuckled thinking about the kid next door and then shook my head--way to close to home. I still had no ideas, so I decided to do some browsing at the local Mall, always a good place to pick something up.

I was just about to leave the mall, it had been disappointing mainly families and the elderly. I was making my way back to the parking lot when a couple came around the corner. He was walking; his hand on a girls shoulder. His t-shirt was tight across his shoulders and chest, thick biceps stretched its sleeves. I glanced at his face as I walked past; cropped hair, black expressive eyebrows atop crystal blue eyes. It took a moment, but then I recognised the face with its strong jaw it was Kyle Miller--the local college quarterback.

Seanday Reloaded: The Exchange

“Fuck, give me a chance. Taking new forms isn’t a walk in the park - cunt!” Danny’s persona was strong and I could feel it sweeping over me.

Pulling on his boxers and shorts, only reinforce Danny’s aggression; the last memories he had before I fought him to the ground knocking him out.

Danny’s tattoos bloomed across my new chest and arm, closing my eyes I concentrated and his thick eyebrows and tight cropped hair formed.

I looked over at the original and kneeled over him, pulling off his loose basketball vest.

With deep loathing I pulled a punch catching him squarely in the face, “That’s for struggling and that last punch.”, I touched a soft spot on my face and winced.

A Southern Rebel in Yankee Clothing

Read Goin' South
Read Going North

by Bill Rowan

I was aghast seeing myself in Joel’s suit.

“What? What have you done Cletus?” Wait… that didn’t sound like my voice. My drawl was gone. I sounded… no, that couldn’t be…

“Just what I was sent here to do. I turned a Northern Yankee into a good old Southern boy, although not quite in the way the sheriff expected.  I’ve been enjoying being Mark and all the perks that go with it and thought maybe I could share that with my best bud. I changed Joel into you, so he can go back to Pops and tell them all is going well up here while you get to stay with me and have some fun. I don’t think I ever want to go back to being Cletus now, even if I am older and a Yankee. Just think of all we can do together. But first I think we better get a change of clothes for you though. You look ridiculous brother.”

“Brother?” There was that accent again.

“You still haven’t figured it out yet, Will? You’re a smart Southern boy. You should know what happened by now.” A sudden chill ran down my spine as I finally realized…

 “You…you changed me into Joel?” Now I recognized the voice. I was a damn Yankee. What would Pops think? Hi Pops. It’s me Will. Yeah, I know I don’t sound like myself. Oh, and by the way, I’m a Yankee now. Pops would think I was crazy, especially with Joel by his side as me. My head began to spin trying to figure this all out.

“Come on. Let’s go join Will and get you into some proper clothes.” There was nothing I could do about the situation, at least not yet, so I resigned myself to my status as Joel until the opportunity arose where I could do something to get back to being me. As we started to leave I caught a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had to admit I looked hot.

Joel, or rather Will now, had a very perplexed look on his face as we came back to the room.

“Whadj y’all do to me? How did I wind up in Joel’s clothes? Did y’all put them on me when I passed out? Not funny Mark.” I couldn’t stand it, watching Joel look, act and sound like me as though this was all perfectly normal. Mark was just standing there with a smirk on his face, obviously enjoying our predicaments.

“Yes, Will. We thought it would be hilarious seeing you all dressed up in Joel’s clothes.” He could be a sarcastic bastard when he wanted.  Apparently whatever Cletus had done had taken away the knowledge that Mark was really Cletus. I would have to learn what story he had planted in his mind to pull off getting Will up north to visit him.

Sunday Reloaded: Room Mates

It had been great since the coach changed all the room allocations for the football team. To help with their grades he'd insisted that there was one nerd to every two jocks.

I had to move in with Trey and Wilson--linemen, two heavy built fuckers. When I first moved in they treated me like a servant as did most of the other jocks with their new room mates.

That was until I used a little trick I'd inherited from my parents. From the age of fifteen, I found that I could get inside other people. Sometimes I would just hide, other times I would take control and be them. From seventeen, I realised I could tweak their memories and remodel their personalities.

I have to admit, it didn't take long for me to lose my patience with both of them. So I jumped Wilson when he returned from a party drunk. He was the bigger of the two, and I knew his additional weight would be useful tackling Trey when the time came.

Going North

by Bill Rowan

Read Goin' South

It had been about a month since I had heard anything from my best bud Cletus and I was worried. He hadn’t returned any of my phone calls or text messages and that was not like him at all. When I talked to the sheriff all he would say is his deputy was up north on some assignment, but he wouldn’t give me any details. Then one day I got a call from someone named “Mark”. I was just about to decline the call when for some reason I hit the accept button instead.

“Hey, buddy. Sorry to be incommunicado for so long. How have you been?” The voice on the other end didn’t sound familiar to me so I had no idea who this “Mark” person was or how he got my number. Yet he was calling me buddy like he had known me for a long time.

“Do I know you, Mark?”

“Sure you do. It’s me… Cletus.”

“Cletus? Y’all sure don’t sound like Cletus and Cletus wouldn’t say no highfalutin word like incommuni…whatever.”

“No, I don’t, but I can’t explain now. Trust me. It is really me. Remember the time….” He proceeded to relate a story only Cletus and I would know.

“Do you fancy a road trip up north to Rhode Island?” Rhode Island? I had never been out of North Carolina never mind going up north to Yankee country. Pops would never let me associate with no Yankee scum. Not so sure he would cotton to the idea of me going to Rhode Island to meet up with Cletus either.

“Damn boy. I can’t get over how different you sound. I gotta talk to Pops first. If I can I’ll text you and y’all can give me the details.”

“Tell him to talk to the sheriff and that I need your help. By the way, have you met Bo?”

“Yup. Met him the other day. Just moved into the old Jenkins’ place. Was out plowing the fields. Something different ‘bout him though.”

“You’re right there. I’ll explain everything when I see you. I know Pops will let you come to visit. You have my number now so give me a holler so I can give you directions.”

“Sure thing Cletus. Be careful whatever you’re doin’.” I disconnected the call and went to talk to Pops.

I high tailed it home and told Pops everything Cletus had said, whereupon Pops went to talk to the sheriff. Whatever the sheriff told Pops it was enough to convince him to let me go north, with one provision: I had to stay with Cletus at all times and not go wandering alone among the Yankees. I could tell Pops was none too thrilled with the idea in any case and if he had said no I would not have disobeyed him, no matter how much I had to find out what had happened to Cletus. I called Cletus later that night and he told me the route to take and where we should meet. I was to call him when I got there or if I needed help along the way. I barely slept that night I was so excited, so I started to throw clothes and other things I would need into my huntin’ pack. Made sure my rifle was all primed and in the rack of my new truck Pops had just bought for me. As soon as daybreak hit I had breakfast with Pops, told him I would see him soon, and took off for parts unknown.

Goin' South

Dedicated to "Pops"

Mark was never the type to be anything less than arrogant, snobby, egotistical, and a hundred other adjectives, none of them flattering. Granted he was a very handsome man who came from a very prominent Newport, Rhode Island family vested with so much old money that it would take several lifetimes to spend, but in no fashion would that ever excuse his behavior. His viewpoint, the only one that mattered to him of course, would be that no one was quite like him.

There was no denying that dressed totally in black leather that only accentuated his muscular body and dashing good looks that he was the epitome of every woman’s ideal and every man’s wet dream. Add to that mix his hot black motorcycle and voila he was a true force of nature.

 On a whim he decided to take a road trip on his motorcycle. He had no planned destination in mind, only that he wanted to get away for a while and see what adventures he might have someplace different. He had no worries because if anything happened Daddy would be there to bail him out, so it was a win-win no matter how he looked at it. A stop in New York saw him bedding a few women, much to the dismay of their husbands and boyfriends. And some asses got promptly kicked when some Pennsylvania boys thought they could jump him from behind. West Virginia, Kentucky, and Tennessee, well, those could be tales unto themselves. Heartbreak and mischief followed in his wake wherever he went. He was having the time of his life. Until he came to North Carolina.

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.

The Thermometer

By Bill Rowan

As I was walking to my car after a long day of shopping I came across this little hole-in-the-wall shop I had never seen before. From the outside it looked like one of those olde musty book shops like one might see in Dickens’ London, ones that held wonderful treasures concealed inside. My curiosity aroused, I entered, not knowing what to expect. Sure enough the scent of “olde” assaulted my nose as I gazed on the plethora of wonders.

“May I help you, sir?” A friendly looking older gentleman asked as he approached. He fit perfectly with the aura the store was exuding.

“Just browsing, thank you.”

“Take your time. If there is anything I can help you with, let me know.” He started to move away and as he did my eyes focused on something shiny.

“What is that?” I asked him as I pointed to a long glass tube with spheres suspended in a clear liquid. Each sphere was filled with some sort of colored liquid, giving the object a very intriguing appearance.

“That? That is a Galileo thermometer. The young fellow that brought it in said he thought it was broken though because the balls always stay at the top. Said his uncle had it for years before he just disappeared one day.”

I had seen such tubes before but had never bothered to find out what they were. I couldn’t fathom how little glass spheres could accurately tell the temperature. Science was never my strong suit.

“How much?” I asked as I stared transfixed. He named a price and after a little bit of haggling I bought it on the spot. While it might not be anything other than a conversation piece I found looking at the balls to be quite fascinating. He carefully wrapped my newly acquired treasure in tissue paper and placed it in a bag so it would be safe on my trip home.

TGIF: Don't Peek!

by TS Escher

Quietly, I clutch the knob and twist it. The door to my bedroom opens with a groan. I step into the hallway and tiptoe toward the living room, careful to avoid waking my parents.

As I pass their door, I notice it is cracked open. I steal a glance inside, ensuring my parents are fast asleep. Thankfully they are— my dad cradling my slumbering mother in his arms.

I should correct myself. I call them my parents at their request. After my parents died, I was moved from home to home. Now that we’re marking our third Christmas together, I am trying on the words ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ for now.

Pulling myself away, I continue my travels.

"Don't peek!" my new mother's voice echoed in my head. She knew I tended to sneak presents early, so my efforts this year were especially daring. As I would be heading off to college soon, this would be my last Christmas at home. Why spoil the tradition now?

Seanday Swap: His and Hers, pt2

READ PART 1 HERE

"Cody, you look so hot babe," I said with a chuckle.

"What have you done?"

"I swapped us, don't you like it? I thought it would be fun for a while. We can swap back later." I turned and flexed, I had no intention of giving back his body. He was young, strong and a wealthy entrepreneur. I looked over at Cody who was beginning to explore his acquired body.

"Holly fuck, this is real!"

"Real as anything," I added. I watched him fondle what used to be my breasts, he looked up at me and blushed. "It's OK," I laughed. "We are really going to have some fun, go into the bedroom and get familiar with your new self."

I watched as he bounded off to the bedroom. I got to my feet, and felt a little light headed at my new height. I shook myself, feeling my new weight, damn, it was good to be a man again. I towelled off the sweat and pulled on another shirt, it fitted perfectly. Retiring to the den I booted up Cody's laptop and methodically changed all his passwords.

Seanday Swap: His and Hers, pt1

I watched Cody prepare his weeks meals, he was dedicated, and focused on just getting big! I smiled recalling his early years, he'd grown so much, not only in size but he'd learnt so much. He'd even started a franchise, and lived a lifestyle that wanted for little.

It was rare to see him in a shirt, he'd normally be in just a vest or go topless. That was part of his business, showing others what they could achieve if they trained with him, followed his diet plans.

I'd met him at the gym earlier, he was having some "me time". He was working his chest, one of my favourite body parts. He smiled when he saw me, perhaps dreamIng about the many things I'd promised him.

"Hey babe, come to see your man work out?" he asked with a coy smile.

"yeah, come to see the body you're building for me," I replied.

"Aw babe, you know I do it all for you. Come sit with me for a while." He patted his leg, it was thick with muscle. I sat down, and he wrapped an arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. He pulled me in close. I knew he was strong, but he was incredibly gentle. I took a breath, and revelled in the combination of expensive cologne and his beastly musk.

TGIF: 24 HOUR FITNESS

by TS Escher

I bathe in the neon light of the 24-Hour Fitness sign for a moment, then slam my door shut. Wearily eyeing the parking lot, I spot two other cars. 

My watch beeps indicating midnight. I’m right on time.

The sliding doors welcome me with a familiar whoosh, and my skinny frame passes the sleepy clerk with a gym bag. Giddiness overwhelms me as I flick my keycard over the scanner. It responds with a happy chirp. I fucking love this place.

“Happy anniversary!” the clerk calls behind me. My breath stops short in my chest. How does she know?

Demon Moon

Bryan had always been jealous of his big brother Stefan. As seemed to be quite stereotypical, one brother had been blessed with the good looks and body of a model while Bryan was destined to be the brainy skinny nerd of the family. And of course, their parents had given him the cool name as well. Plain old blah Bryan. While the brothers were not that far apart in age, Stefan never let him forget just who was the alpha in the family, which only made Bryan even more despondent.

Stefan had been particularly cruel today, taunting Brian mercilessly when he had caught him trying on some of his clothes.

“Hey twerp! Maybe you should go shopping at babies are us. You probably could find something to fit you there. Leave the real clothes for the real men.” Stefan had left laughing to go meet his buddies. Humiliated once again, Bryan ran to his room to hide away from the world. Still, while he might not have his brother’s good looks, he wasn’t the dumb jock. He had an actual future that he wouldn’t trade for anything.

His cell rang - his only friend Nicholas, or as everyone called him, Nick. Even Nick had a way cooler name. Life just wasn’t fair. Nick was popular, cool, and, like Stefan, a great looking jock. Bryan could never figure out why he had ever chosen Bryan to be his friend. He could tell Nick anything and he wouldn’t get laughed at or teased. Nick stopped the bullies from pounding him into oblivion. He would even take Bryan for rides on his hot motorcycle. Stefan certainly would never think of doing something nice like that.  Somehow Nick always knew when he needed someone to talk to, someone who could always make him feel better. Bryan adored Nick and only wished he had been his brother instead of Stefan.

Replay, Chain Letter pt4: A New Year

Taking votes for the next story in the comments.

It was the next morning; Saturday. I vaguely remembered chatting to Brooke's mates on the computer, bitching about being taken off the team. The night ended up surfing his favourite porn sites and jerking off. Through tired eyes I glanced around the room, shirts and sports gear scattered across the floor. My head dropped to the pillow again. An itchy irritation prickled across my face--I rubbed it with the heel of my hand. "Fuck it."

The discomfort intensified, it felt like thousands of hot pin pricks sweeping across my skin. I yelled and ran to the bathroom splashing cold water over my face, I looked up and saw Brooke's reflection. "Good, now I've got your attention," a waspish voice echoed through my head. "You need to understand--your purpose."

"My purpose?" I questioned, rubbing at my eyes. "What do you mean?"

There was a soft chuckle. "You're working for me now--my soul collector."

I choked shaking my head. "What are you, the devil?"

"No, just one of his associates," the voice replied as a prickle etched its way across my face again.

Brooke's face had changed, staring back at me was the mask that I foolishly used yesterday. I wanted out of this forced partnership, I pulled at the edges for the mask desperately trying to free myself. "I can't get it off," I yelled only feeling more pain the harder I tried.

Eventually I surrendered to the fact I was trapped. "Finished?" The voice echoed again. "You are bound by the mask, to fulfil its demands or suffer the consequences. It was in the contract you signed."

"I didn't sign anything," I muttered.

"But you did, yesterday when the previous owner handed you the mask."

I blinked, the long list of names. The short guy I thought was the courier. "Shit!"

Playing Jax

Stewart began to panic when he wound up at what was obviously a motorcyclists’ hangout after taking a wrong turn on one of his infrequent outside forays. He approached a group of bikers checking out one guy’s new tattoo.

“Uh… excuse me. Hi, I’m lost. Can you please help me?” Stewart tried to hide his nervousness but he sounded more like a shy school boy than a confident young man. The men turned to stare at the intruder. Soon he was surrounded by big burly men who looked like any one of them could snap him in half with their pinkies if they so desired.

They started to taunt the thin lad, pushing him around and generally roughing him up. Stewart had no idea how he was going to get out of this mess. He was ready to accept that he was dead meat when the sea of men parted and a ruggedly handsome man, probably somewhere around ten years older than Stewart and obviously someone of standing in the club, made his way towards him.

“What’s going on?” He demanded as he looked Stewart over.

“We thought he might be a spy for the Feds. Like that guy before.”

“Him? A spy?” A murmur of agreement ran through the group. “Don’t make me laugh. Let him go.” The man commanded sternly. The man holding Stewart immediately let go, Stewart’s shirt now crumpled with specks of red showing on the white fabric. Other than a cut lip and a bloody nose, Stewart was fine and very thankful the man had come along when he did.

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to come here. I lost my way while walking.”

Without responding, the man grabbed Stewart by the arm, making Stewart wince in pain from his strong grip. Now even more scared and nervous than before he wasn’t at all sure what would happen next. “Come with me.” He roughly commanded as he pulled on Stewart’s arm. He led Stewart into a garage and then into a room with a large table. The man sat down and motioned for Stewart to sit.

Another Thor

Loki suddenly appeared in my house.

“What the…,” Before I could finish my question he had whisked me off to someplace unknown.

My eyes went wide in amazement at the great hall bathed in golden moonlight I saw before me. The wonderful smell of jasmine on a warm summer night tickled my nose. Loki stood close by, a sly smile on his face as he seemed to watch me with a great deal of amusement.

“Welcome home, brother.” Brother? I wasn’t Loki’s brother. I was from Earth and he was an Asgardian. What did he mean by brother?

“Brother?” I questioned him, only to find the voice I heard was foreign to me: deeper, accented, and quite authoritative I was sure if it had come from someone other than myself at that particular moment. As my mind tried to make sense of all this I noticed I was now looking slightly down at him rather than looking up to him. Had he shrunk?

Just then a slight breeze wafted past, billowing a red cape around my body. Where had a cape come from? I stared down at myself. I was no longer dressed in the jeans and t-shirt I had on before. Instead I found myself clad in armor and maille that clung tightly to muscles that definitely weren’t mine. I brushed away a strand of long blonde hair hanging in my face. Wait… long blonde hair?? I was nearly bald and never had this color blonde hair. What had Loki done to me?

Shadowhunters: Lost and Found

“Jace. Jace, wake up. You fainted.”

He opened his eyes. Why was he in Jace’s room at the Institute? What was Clary doing here and why was she calling him Jace?

“Clary? I’m not…” he stopped short, his voice sounded… weird. He slowly raised himself from the floor, his eyes going wide as he surveyed his surroundings. He looked down at himself. He was wearing Jace’s leather jacket, the one that always looked tight, like it was molded onto Jace’s body. He was nowhere near as big as Jace and yet the jacket felt snug.

“Jace… are you okay?” Clary sounded concerned. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was finding a leather jacket that looked a lot like Jace’s and, since no one was around, had decided to try it on.

“Sure, Clary. I’m fine.” But he wasn’t fine. Nothing about him or this situation was fine. He started to get to his feet, only to fall back down as the change in weight and height hit him. Clary offered her hand as he tried once more.

“Let me help you.”

“I’m fine. Just need to splash some water on my face.” He made his way to the open bathroom door. Every movement felt so odd to him. Different. He closed the door to be alone, to think. He was glad Clary was there with him but now he needed to see if he could figure out what had happened. He was feeling somewhat better… until he saw his reflection in the mirror.

Simon found himself in the strangest circumstances of his life. He literally had become Jace Wayland, the confident, cocky, and handsome Shadowhunter that Clary loved, despite her protestations otherwise. Of course, Simon knew the Shadowhunters could change their appearance using their runes but he wasn’t, or least hadn’t been, a Shadowhunter. Almost anything was possible in the supernatural world he now was part of but how could trying on what must have been Jace’s jacket cause him to transform? For that matter, how had Jace’s jacket just been lying near where he had been?

His first instinct was to ditch the jacket. Maybe he would be himself again. He unzipped the jacket, revealing a tank that did nothing to hide his quite impressive physique. How he had often wondered what Jace looked like underneath the cool exterior people saw. Now he could find out. He excitedly ran his hands along his torso, feeling every sensitive touch for the first time. Jace had such a finely tuned body, the perfect specimen of masculinity and now it was all his. Did it really matter how it happened? Why not just enjoy it…?

The longer Simon stared into the mirror the less he thought about how this had all happened or even trying to change back. Why would he want to? After all he was now the stud he always wanted to be… what every nerd dreamed of being. True once he had become a vampire his vision had cleared so he no longer needed glasses and he had become somewhat of a chick magnet in his own right but this was something entirely different.

Seanday Lunch: Best Man for the Job

Kurt was surprised to find me in his hotel room.

"What the fuck," he managed to yell before I silenced him with a single gesture. He stood there, mouth gaping, eyes wide, with a confused look on his face.

"Trying to figure out why you can't talk or move?" I asked, of course he said nothing. His mouth moved, but nothing came out.

I could see he was grinding his teeth. He scowled, and I was grateful that he was under my control. Kurt was a big man, thick and strong. His attitude and persona was just as big; I'd been watching him act like a jerk--the big man at the wedding reception. He was the grooms best man, and I'd seen the bride had her eyes on him as well.