Body Spray

"Yeah, guys, I'll be right there!" I said as the rest of the photoshoot crew headed out for lunch.

I stayed behind for a few moments, making sure everyone was gone. Then I went to my duffel bag and pulled out the bottle of Body Spray I had tucked away. I gave myself a few good sprays, carefully rubbing the liquid over my body. I'd noticed in the last couple of shots my skin was starting to look a little bit rubbery -- nothing that anybody had noticed, of course -- but I had to be careful. The suit was drying out quicker than normal underneath the lights and I had a full afternoon of modeling ahead of me. Rubbing the last bit in, I watched as the skin replenished itself, once again becoming youthful and smooth and tight.

"Perfect," I smiled, slipping on a tight v-neck shirt that only highlighted my gym-sculpted pecs, "'Dylan the Underwear Model' should be good to go for the rest of the day!"

It's Coach Jennings from Now On

"Wow, Coach," said Alan, stepping out from the shower room, "I have to hand it to ya. Whatever that stuff was, it really did the trick..."

"I'll say so..." said Coach Jennings, approaching the man in front of him, who was now his exact duplicate, "I hate to tell you this now, but I wasn't sure if it was really going to work. You look just like me..."

"Down to every detail," smiled Alan, running his big new hands through his gruff, graying beard.

"Well," said Coach Jennings, "Then I guess it's time for part two... Now, are you sure you want to go through with this, Alan?"

"Yes, I'm sure" said Alan, turning sideways to catch a glimpse of his massive, mature new frame in one of the locker room mirrors, "And it's Coach Jennings from now on. Got it? I've always admired you, Coach. I've always really envied your life. You've always been more than just a role model to me -- you've been the person that I wished I could be. And now I am you -- and that means you've got to become me."

"Oh, Alan!" said Coach Jennings, "You have no idea how happy this makes me. Ever since you first tried out for the team as a freshman, I knew you were something special. I would have killed to be in your position -- so young and so full of potential. And you've only grown since then, Alan. I am so excited to take over your life for you. I know I can achieve amazing things with your body, and I know that you'll be there with me every step of the way -- as my 'coach' now."

"Let's do this," said Alan, confidently.

Coach Jennings took the cup to his lips and slowly sipped down the cool, thick liquid. It produced a strange sensation as it went down his throat, the transformation starting instantly from the inside out. Years melted away from his body, his skin becoming young and smooth and tightly-pulled across his muscles. He was losing a bit of size in this, but he would have a whole lifetime ahead of him to bulk up and get ready for the college and professional teams he was destined to play on. Lastly, his beard receded, leaving him with a face only lightly dusted with teenage stubble, and the hair on the top of his head grew in full and thick and blonde. He ran a hand through it, grinning from ear to ear.

"It worked, Alan!" he beamed, "It worked!"

"Yes it, did," said Alan, "Only you're Alan now. And I'm Coach Jennings."

"Sure thing, Coach!" said the new Alan, bounding with energy he hadn't felt in years, "Oh, Alan! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!"

"You're welcome, Coach," smiled the new Coach Jennings, "Now, hit the showers and then meet me in my office. And then maybe after that I'll take ya out for some pizza for, uh, having such a great practice. How's that sound, kid?"

"Sounds great, Coach! But I can't stay out too late -- I've got homework to do tonight, and early practice tomorrow."

"That's right," said Alan, "My star player's gotta get his rest. But I do hope you find some time to have some fun tonight too."

"I don't think either one of us has to worry about that!" chuckled Coach Jennings as he took his young new body into the shower room, "I think we'll both find plenty of ways to have fun in our new bodies!"

Back to School

"Dale? Is that you?" asked Kurt, "Wow, man! The Agency told me you had chosen a high schooler's body, too, but they didn't tell me you'd chosen such a cute one!"

"Aw, stop it!" said Dale, "Yours is pretty nice, too."

"Thanks man," said Kurt, "I was gonna go with a big, jock-type, but I did that last year, ya know? Wanted to try something a little bit more low-key for a bit. Anyways, what school are you enrolled in?"

"I was gonna enroll at Carey again, but I decided to go with East," said Dale, "I think they have a better art and drama department, and I think that's kinda where I want to go with this body. You?"

"No way!" said Kurt, "I'm at East, too! That's crazy, man! So, looks like we're both headed back to school tomorrow then, huh?"

"Yep," said Dale, "That's awesome! I'll be sure to look for you in my art classes -- oh and maybe we can audition for the musical together!"

"Ah!" squealed Kurt, "This is exactly what I was hoping for! Totally sweet man! Can't wait to see you around school!"

A Sexy Surprise

"Well that's a surprise," I thought, laying back and smiling as I lightly ran my hands across my body, "Who woulda thought that Mr. Christian Manning, frat boy, captain of the football team, and overall top stud, was the type to shave his pits? I'm sure he says it's because the straps on his uniform pull at his pit hair or some shit, but whatever. I just think it's fuckin' sexy, and I don't think I'll mind maintaining it at all. Now, going to the gym every day to keep this body pumped up and looking fit as fuck, that's gonna take a little bit of effort. But now that I look like this, I don't think I'll feel quite so out of place -- I'll be just another jock lifting weights with all of his football buddies. Damn, I can't wait for that! But first, I think I ought to take a little bit more time getting to know my new body and see if there are any more sexy surprises in store..."

Got Some Things to Take Care Of

"Fuck, it's getting hot out here!" said Gio, stripping off his thin wifebeater, which had previously been plastered to his body like a second skin, "I better get this thing off, whaddya say, sport?"

"Stop it!" screamed Antonio, the apparent scrawny 8-year-old boy, "Just stop it! Put your goddamn clothes back on, or else --"

"Or else what?" said Gio, confidently feeling up his big, hairy pecs, wiping away the sweat, "Huh? And oh -- How many times do I have to tell you? You'd better start watching your language now, kid."

"I am not a kid!" Antonio protested, "Now I'm getting tired of this, Gio! I agreed to swap bodies with you for one day! One day! It's been a week now, and all you've done is just rub it in my face that you're the 'adult' now, and I'm 'just a kid!' Now you listen to me, young man, this ends now! We are going back home, and you are going to use that medallion your grandfather gave you to swap us back! Do you hear me?"

"Uh..." said Gio, suddenly distracted by a hot younger guy who was jogging by (god, he was enjoying his new adult sex drive!), "Yeah, sure, kid. I'll swap us back. Just as soon as I introduce myself to Mr. Jogger over here..."

Gio grabbed his big adult cock through his shorts, adjusting himself and licking his lips as he made his way over to the hot guy, who was now taking a rest on a nearby bench.

"Gio, come back!" Antonio pleaded, "Please!"

"Why don't you run along home, son?" said Gio, not even turning back as he kept focused on the guy on the bench, "And, uh, tell your 'mother' that I probably won't be making it back for a bit. Daddy's got some things he needs to take care of first..."

Roommates Remodeled

Yeah, I was a little worried when I moved in with these two gay guys, but I have to say everything has worked out pretty good. Of course -- when I first got here, things were a little different. Stu and Graham were two perfect little pretty gay boys -- bleach-blond hair, all into fashion and design and Britney Spears and hosting queer little dinner parties. The works, man, I'm fuckin' tellin' ya.

But now, a couple weeks in, I don't think they'd have a fuckin' clue about any of that stuff if they tried. Not only have I slowly transformed them into two big, straight-looking, Marine-type guys, I've made it so they act the part as well. Now it's pretty common for me to come home to see the two of them just sitting on the couch watching the game and chugging down some beers -- and I wouldn't have it any other way!

Not Really into Girls Any More

"Jimmy...?" said Jennifer, "Baby? Are you sure you're ok? You've been acting really strange all morning. Is it something I said? Are you mad at me?"

"Huh?" said Jimmy, raising up his shirt and absently running his hands along his furry belly.

"And since when do you like... bananas?" said Jennifer.

Jimmy slowly pulled the banana out of his mouth, casually taking a bite of it. He turned his head to Jennifer and smiled, his lips moist.

"Sorry," he said, "But who are you again?"

"Who am I!?" exclaimed Jennifer, "Jimmy! I'm your girlfriend! It's me, Jennifer!"

"Oh," said Jimmy, taking another bite of the banana and continuing to run his hands through the hair on his chest, "Right. Listen, uh, Jennifer, right? I don't really think I'm into girls any more."

"Not into -- what?" said Jennifer, on the verge of tears, "Jimmy, what is going on!?"

"Is this my place?" said Jimmy, looking around the well-appointed apartment.

"Yes, of course it's your place! Don't you remember?"

"Oh yeah. Right. So, I'm gonna need you to go, then. We'll, uh, talk about it later, Jessica."

"Jimmy!" screamed Jennifer, "It's Jennifer! Who is Jessica? Tell me what the hell is going on here!"

"Yeah, whatever," said Jimmy, "Could you just get outta here?"

"Fine!" said Jennifer, collecting her thing, "But don't you expect to hear from me ever again, Jimmy DeSantos!"

"Jimmy DeSantos..." Jimmy said to himself, rubbing his stubble, "I like that..."

"I really hope you figure out what's going on," said Jennifer, "Because something is totally not right here."

She slammed the door behind her as she left, and finally Jimmy was alone. He looked down at his lumbering body, peeking underneath his shirt once again and pleased by the manly, hairy chest that he saw. He awkwardly flexed his arms. Sure, he wasn't a bodybuilder or anything, but he had some power in those things!

"What the hell happened to me...?" he said to himself, trying to retrace what had happened the night before "This is the guy I picked up at the bar last night. The one that told me he had a girlfriend, so we had to keep everything on the downlow. God, I remember him fucking me, and then I remember laying there next to him saying how much I wished I was a big, butch top guy like him instead of a twinky little bottom -- and that's it. Next thing I know... here I am... And I'm... him. I'm him!"

The new Jimmy DeSantos turned to a mirror and grinned. Somehow, some way, his wish had come true, and the one thing he knew for sure was that he sure as hell was not going to take the opportunity for granted!

Sorry, Little Sister

"I'm real sorry I had to take all of this from you, Stephen, but you totally understand right? I'm really into your girlfriend, Sasha, but I just couldn't get her to get interested in me when I was your 'bratty little sister.' Whatever, I guess she's not into girls, but I really wouldn't say that's an issue now, would you? Man, it feels great to have this thing between my legs! I've always wanted one, you know, and I know for a fact that Sasha's gonna love it! And I've got your room now down here in the basement, and now that I'm the 'older' one, Mom and Dad might actually give me some privacy to enjoy myself! Sorry, 'little sister,' you're just gonna have to get used to your new stupid, pink, little girl's room, and all of those stupid dresses that Mom always used to make me wear. Meanwhile, I think I'll just go through your jeans and t-shirts and find something to put on -- or maybe I'll just walk around the house shirtless like you used to do. I mean, I can totally do that now if I want! Oh -- and, uh, I wouldn't bother telling anybody about this. I mean, you might think it's bad being trapped as a girl, but if I wanted to, I could put you in a much worse body. Just keep that in mind, huh, little sis? All right -- now get outta my room. I've gotta get ready to invite Sasha over!"

Totally Sucks

"Oh, man. I thought I fuckin' had it made when I found out how to swap bodies with my older brother, Dan. I got all of his muscles, and and all of his tattoos, and all of the hot chicks that he's always talking to -- and his damn motorcycle. Too bad I didn't know how to fuckin' ride it! One minute I was on it, feelin' like the king of the world as Dan watched on helplessly from my body as I took his prized bike out for a spin, the next minute I was waking up in a hospital bed with this big ol' brace around my neck. Now I have to spend the rest of my time as Dan wearing this damn thing and feeling like shit from the pain meds. By the time I'm all healed up, the spell will have worn out and I'll be back to being my own self. Damn it. This coulda been so awesome, but now it just totally sucks."

Twink Juice

"Oh yeah," I said, checking out my body, "Look at these cute little nipples! And these tight little pecs, and -- holy shit! I've even got a nice six-pack now! And my skin is so soft and smooth, and even my voice sounds so... I dunno, cute! And I feel so energetic -- like I just wanna put on some hot music and dance around the house and shake my cute little ass in nothing but my underwear! Man, that Twink Juice worked just like it said it would! I went to bed last night a fat, hairy, old man, and now I look and feel just like an adorable little twink. I love it! I gotta go buy me some more of that stuff!"

Not Quite as Planned

"What am I doing?" thought Greg, "All I meant was to just use that old medallion my grandma gave me to make myself look like Bobby, sneak into his apartment while he was out, and pretend to be him for a bit. How was I supposed to know that his boyfriend would show up while I was in the shower!? Now he's just out there waiting for me -- well, waiting for Bobby -- to come out, and what am I supposed to do? Oh, god! Now he's knocking on the door. He wants to come in with me! What do I tell him? Damn, it would be hot getting with him and him having no clue that I'm not the real Bobby, but what if the real Bobby walks in on us? I mean, he's supposed to be out for another hour, but what if he comes home early? Oh man! Why didn't I think about any of this before!?"

Picture Message

"Won't Dad just love getting this picture of me, in his body, wearing his workout clothes, using his iPhone, and working out at his gym on his day off? Oh wait -- now that he's in high school again, he's not allowed to receive texts while he's in class! Ah well, it'll be a nice little surprise for him once school's over, especially since I told him I would just stay in the house today and wait for him to get home so that we could try and figure out how to swap back. Ha! Fuck that! My dad's a handsome dude, and he's a got a damn nice body for a guy his age -- and don't think I haven't seen the way some of the guys around the gym have been checkin' me out! A guy could get used to this, you know? Anyways -- back to my workout. The way I see it, I'm not switchin' back with my Dad any time soon, so I'd better keep this body in shape!"