Becoming Enrique

"Whoa! All I've stolen from the dryer so far is Enrique's underwear, and I'm already starting to look like him! I've definitely got a little bit more muscle -- look at that! I've even got some abs now! And my skin is getting all tan, and I've got some of his thick stubble on my chin. And oh yeah -- how could I forget that cute little butt? And how about this huge fuckin' bulge, man?! Yeah, that's definitely all Enrique right there! Damn, I can't wait to get the rest of his clothes out and start putting 'em on. This is only the beginning -- I'm gonna be a full-on latino stud by the time it's all over, and just in time to hit the clubs tonight!"

The Photographer and the Football Player

Everybody watched in horror as the football player barreled towards the photographer kneeling on the sidelines. The crowd roared, the cheerleaders scrambled, and the referees crowded around as the 6’4” linebacker crashed into the photographer with a crunch as the telephoto lens smashed was into pieces, and a sickening, solid slap as flesh met flesh. The two tumbled over each other, nearly crashing into the wall at the edge of the field before something very strange happened.

The crowd tried to make out what was happening as the football player and the photographer seemed to be melting into each other! They were becoming a tangled mess of two people becoming merged into one. The referees tried helplessly to pry the two men apart, and even some of the other players joined in to lend their strength. It stopped when it appeared that the photographer had been completely absorbed by the football player. The crowd fell to a hush as they watched the football player laying on the field, his chest shallowly moving up and down.

Then, his eyes opened suddenly. He jumped up and shook his head, stumbling around and looking completely disoriented. The referees and his fellow teammates attempted to steady him, urging him to lay back down.

“Holy shit…” he appeared to say, “Well I’ll be damned… It worked…”

As his teammates looked at him with confusion, the photographer felt reality shifting right in front of his eyes. The looks of confusion were wiped from the football player’s faces, replaced simply with concern over what had been a particularly bad stumble off the field. The cheerleaders launched back into a cheer as if nothing had happened, and the band riled the crowd up as the referees escorted their favorite player back onto the field.

“All those years of watching from the sidelines, snapping photos,” the photographer thought to himself, waving to the crowd and smiling with his wide, handsome new smile – the same one that was on countless sports magazine covers and product endorsements, “And now I’m one of the star players in the NFL! Now let’s just hope this spell worked the way it was supposed to, and I’ve got all of his skill to go along with his body.”

Somehow, though, as he caught a glimpse of his new face on the big-screen, he didn’t think he’d have anything to worry about.

My Hero

“Oh thank you for saving me!” said the pretty blonde slung over Bryan’s muscular shoulders, “And even taking off your jacket to cover me up! You’re such a gentleman! Oh gosh, I knew I shouldn’t have left my curling iron on this morning. I don’t know what I was thinking! You’re my hero!”

“Well, you’re very lucky, Miss,” said Bryan, wiping the sweat from his brow, “But I think the police are going to want to you about the damage to the dorm room.”

“Wrong,” said the blonde girl, “I actually think they’re going to want to talk to you.”

A wicked grin came over the girl’s pretty face as her features began to grotesquely melt and roughly reshape themselves. She held a tight grip on Bryan’s arm as she sucked his muscle from him, watching her own arms pulse with new growth as his became small and smooth and thin. She shot up in height as he watched his world seemingly grow around him. In fact, he was shrinking, his frame becoming disgustingly small for someone who had spent every day of his life since he was 17 in the gym. Now the blonde girl was reaping all of those benefits, though, as her body widened and packed on layer after layer of gorgeous, strong, masculine muscle.

Last to go was their faces, as Bryan lost any hint of having been previously male. The blonde girl, however, now looked exactly like Bryan, and used one of her big new hands to feel the handsome contours of her new face. She delighted at the roughness of the light coating of stubble on her cheek.

Their clothes had also swapped, and the blonde girl now found herself in Bryan’s fireman pants and hat, otherwise standing shirtless in the clearing smoke – something she’d always envied guys for. Now, not only could she go around shirtless whenever she wanted, she’d look damn good doing it!

“So like I was saying, Miss,” said the blonde girl, clearing her throat as she adjusted to having Bryan’s deep voice, “I think the police are going to want to talk to you.”

“No!” said Bryan, now sounding helpless and ridiculous, “You can’t do this!”

“Ma’am,” said the blonde girl, taking on Bryan’s authority, “I’m going to have to ask you not to get hysterical here. Please remain calm, and the officer here will be happy to talk to you about what happened.”

A burly man in a police uniform and dark aviator glasses approached them, holding a notepad.

“For Christ’s sake, Bryan,” he said in a gruff voice, “Get yer jacket back on, will ya, and assist the young lady here over to my car. Don’t worry, little Missy, don’t think a pretty little thing like you will get in too much trouble over something like this.”

“Sure thing, Officer,” the new Bryan smiled, taking the girl by the arm and reveling in his new size and strength, “Now you heard the man, I gotta take my jacket back.”

The shaking girl handed the jacket over, slipping it off of her diminutive shoulders. It was so heavy and big, but the fireman took it from her and slung it over his shoulders in one swift move like it was nothing.

“Now I hope you’ve learned a lesson today,” the fireman said, “Fire safety is no joke. Don’t worry, though, Miss. I’ll make sure the officer treats ya real good.”

With that, he finished buttoning up his jacket and jumped onto the firetruck, a wicked grin spread across his handsome face.

Loosening Up

Every Thursday, I get to work early and have a few drinks to start loosening up. The owner of this place is real cool, he always hooks me up. Guess he knows I dance best when I’ve had a little bit of alcohol on me! Then I head to the back room and start getting ready for the night. The theme tonight is “Gods and Goddesses,” so the owner told me he wanted to see me in something a little bit more muscular than last week – although I thought that suit I wore last week was a pretty good one. The guys seemed to like it, anyway, and I made lots of good tips. Guess it was because I was so young and innocent-looking. Guys go crazy for that!

Don’t get me wrong, I think they’ll totally dig this body too. Wouldn’t they go crazy, though, if they knew that all of these sexy new dancers that the club has been “bringing in” on Thursday nights is actually just an average college guy trying to work his way through school with the help of his bodysuit collection? Yeah, that’d freak ‘em out a little bit, I guess… especially all of the guys that have fucked me in that back room. Thought they were getting it on with their fantasy guy, but it was just me inside the whole time!

Love my Job

I love my job, especially the undercover ones - take this one for example I'm collecting evidence for a divorce case. Thing is my special skills are much sort after and I don't come cheap! They send me in for difficult cases; deep cover.

When they showed me the file it was more than interesting - they wanted me to hang out with the father as much as I could over the 3 week assignment; the technique I use is subtle and is never revealed to any of the clients - here's why.

My assignment was to go under cover as Danny their son - I smiled as I looked over the files. It was a simple interception and replace.

I watched as Danny left college, taking his regular short cut through the park

Damn, looked good – gonna really enjoy being the kid for a couple of weeks. My team intercepted Danny and bundled him into the van.  They quickly sedated him and was removing his clothes as I got in the back of the van.

Taking off my trackies I starred at the unconscious Danny; I started to groan and started to morph into Danny. Like a wave the transformation moved from my head to my toes, loosing height, weight, age – the it only took a couple of minutes before I was an exact duplicate of Danny. I smiled and cleared my throat, “Ok guys get him ready”, with that the pulled some coveralls on the original Danny and strapped him onto the trolley bed.

I checked out my new naked form in the mirror, and started to get dressed in Danny clothes; just then his mobile rang – the team looked at me as I picked it up… “Hi Danny, you still coming over tonight?” came the voice from the other end, I smiled “Fuck yeah! wouldn’t miss it for anything”, I hung up and smiled.

I finished getting dressed and fixed Danny’s chain around my neck. One final check in the mirror and I left the van, my assignment had started.

I sent a text to the called “Dude, get warmed up – I’m on my way!” – I smiled thinking about Danny’s friend.

History of a Nomad Soul

Let me tell you how I became a “Nomad Soul”, well it’s a bit of a sordid story involving lying, deceit, manipulation and let’s just say some of the lower forms of internet life.

You see I once had a physical body, some of you may remember some of my previous stories and experiences – but how I lost my one true physical form is a story that hurts me. You may think its cool being able to possess any physical body taking control accessing the body’s memories and traits but I would swap with you in a blink of an eye To have my own body again rather than simply playing out some other person destiny, always pretending to be someone else rather than myself – something I yearn for.

I would be 27yrs old now, but I still prefer the younger 18+ yr old bodies I find. You see age isn’t important now, as a nomad soul time is meaningless I will just go on forever, until I find some way ending this sorry semi-existence.

So how did it happen? I was out of luck wandering the streets of California at the age of 19 – I’d been moved on so many times by the police I really needed somewhere. It was then I was approached by Doug, a seedy looking guy who said he could give me some shelter if I would work for him. Desperate for a place to stay for a while I agree, and returned to his apartment. When we arrived it was evident that this guy made movies, my suspicions was correct Doug made porn videos releasing them on the internet for money.

He told me that as I was now working for him I needed to sign a contract and in return I would get a basic pay and a place to sleep. I said I didn’t want to be in any of his video – and he said “Sure, no one will ever see you in any of my videos”, I glanced over the contract, there was a lot of words I didn’t understand but I signed it anyway. As I completed my signature a chill blew over my body, and Doug chuckled to himself. I realised something was wrong instantly. Then Doug explained; I was horrified.

“The contract you have just signed not only gives me ownership of your physical body, but gives you the ability to project yourself into others, only I can release you early of this 5yr contract.” “My less than human lawyers designed this contract to help me earn millions producing the best movies. Oh and if you’re thinking of jumping into me and voiding the contract, you see this tattoo on my arm, that stops you getting into me. And don’t bother trying to hide I can sense what body you are hiding in!”

My fate had been sealed by some kind of demonic contract for at least the next five years. “Now let’s try out your new found talent” leered Doug. He picked up the phone and dialled a number, asking someone called Kevin to come on over for a quick $50. Doug explained to take control of a person I simply needed to mentally push out of my own body and into the other person.

About 20 minutes passed and there was a knock at the door, Doug opened It and let in Kevin. He was quite tall and looked about the same age as me. HE had cropped black hair and bushy eyebrows; completely different to my blonde hair. He gave a big goofy smile to Doug as he introduced me to Kevin. Doug asked Kevin to sit on the bench and watch some videos while he got ready. I was sitting in an old sofa behind Kevin; I could see he wasn’t a muscular guy, skateboarder I guessed.

Doug gave me the nod, and I knew he wanted me to take Kevin. I remembered what Doug had told me, and I pushed myself out of my body, just as if I was pushing myself out of the chair – only my physical body remained in the seat. I floated weightlessly above my head. I could clearly see Doug and Kevin – I knew Doug told me that his tattoo would protect him but I had to try. I moved towards Doug and tried to push in, I was immediately thrown back – I tried again but the same thing happened, I guess that tattoo really did work.

I moved across to Kevin who was still watching the video, I expected it to be hard to enter this guy’s body but I slipped into his skin like a hot knife through butter. Kevin groaned as I took control, and then all of a sudden Kevin’s memories flowed into mine, his childhood, when he was a teenager, and then it hit me; I snapped my – no Kevin’s head around in shock and looked at Doug smiling.

Kevin’s recent memories poured into my consciousness, Kevin had worked for Doug, only his contract had just expired – I was his replacement. “Now you know what’s expected of you” said Doug. I turned to look at myself in the sofa; I looked like I was in a deep sleep. I know knew what Doug had planned for me through Kevin’s previous experiences, Doug would trawl the streets looking for guys if they looked suitable he would approach them to see it they wanted to be in some of his movies, usually just jerk-off movies and the like – but never anything hardcore. If they said yes, I was not required, if they said no it was my job to jump into their skin and play the part for Doug – they would still get the money, and their memories would be intact, but they would not be aware of my work.

I stood up in Kevin’s body and went to the mirror and looked at my reflection, it of course was alien – but from within Kevin it still felt natural. “You bastard” I said, suddenly realising I was talking with Kevin’s voice; Doug just smiled “your mine now – get used to it”.

“I’ve asked Kevin’s best bud to join us as well; you shouldn’t have any problem convincing him you’re really Kevin”, “Fuck you!” I replied, which shocked me a little as I didn’t normally swear, I guessed it must have been one of Kevin’s traits, I was becoming more like Kevin by the minute.

It wasn’t long before Doug returned with a guy, I instantly knew him as Trevor, even though I had never seen him before. He wore coveralls I also knew that he worked at the local garage repairing trucks.

I smiled and said “Hi Trevor”, the guy replied with a cheery “Hey!” Doug left the room but I knew he was watching on CCTV… we chatted for about 20mins, Kevin’s memories flowed into my head, Trevor never knew – the deception proved and Doug returned.

Doug asked if we both wanted to make some money, from Kevin’s memories I knew what Doug was leading to… “Sure” I replied and Doug proposed a little jack-off movie. I stripped Kevin of his clothes knowing that he had done it a thousand times before me and stood in front of the mirror. With all I knew about Trevor it was long before he was jerking off, with his hand down the front of his coveralls. I applied more pressure and he stripped and we both jerked off, after a good 40 minutes we both got dressed and took our money, I told Trevor I would see him later and the guy left.

I sat down on the bench again, and pulled myself out of Kevin and returned to my own body, it was an amazing feeling with all the exertion I still felt relaxed upon the return to my own body. Kevin gulped on some air as control was returned to him, he turned and looked at me “Hey, that was awesome; you did a real good job”. Kevin turned to Doug “Am I free to go now?” he asked. “Yes, you have finished your contract now go!” replied Doug. With that Kevin left – and I don’t remember seeing him again.

That was my first possession, others followed – many, many more. My own soul numbed by the task I had committed myself to. A this time I was still bound by the contract, my will bent to Doug’s commands – I was still not a Nomad Soul, but let me tell you about how the contract was broken and the day of my new existence started.

It was a typical day for me; I sat in the back of his car while we trawled the neighbourhood looking for suitable candidates for Doug’s next movie when we came across Cain, a 20yr old waiting by a tree for his girlfriend apparently. From what I could see he was a slim guy, he had a black t-shirt, baggy UFO pants and a yellow baseball cap he was holding a skateboard just and it was just what Doug was looking for.

Doug approached the young jock and made the proposition, I could clearly see that Cain wasn’t interested – shaking his head. Then Doug gave the signal, and I closed my eyes. Moments later I was in Cain’s tight skateboarder’s body looking up at Doug, I smiled adopting Cain’s mannerisms immediately as I removed the cap and scratched my head. I replaced the cap, and stroked my face feeling the small goatee on my chin. I got up and started to walk to the car, without knowing it I slipped my free hand under my t-shirt and felt my body; the small but firm pecs, and the tight abs.

We returned to the car and I got in the passenger seat, glancing over my shoulder at my true sleeping self. We returned to the studio, and Doug parked in the garage leaving my sleeping body in the car. Once inside I stripped and performed like I had done many times before, although with this body I felt most at home. Cain had a great body and lovely tattoos over his chest and arms. The hour went quickly and it was time to return Cain to the place where we had found him, Doug handed me $250 and I slipped it into my baggy UFO pants and sat down by the tree.

It was at this point we heard the sirens of a police car, and we looked around as a speeding car came around the corner closely followed by a police car. Shots rang out and one of the rear tyres exploded on the car. The driver lost control and as I stood up ploughed into Doug’s car exploding almost instantly. The heat from the car was almost unnatural I stood up in Cain’s body as the cold horror of realisation hit me – my sleeping body was still in the car.

As the searing heat continued I felt a deep sharp pain as my body was destroyed, Cain buckled and lost consciousness as I lost my links back to my physical body - the rest was a blur, as I too slipped unconscious.

I can only guess that Doug, checked Cain’s body for my soul and found nothing – but I was in there, but deep, deep in Cain’s unconscious mind damaged and hurt by what was the most traumatic experience of my “life”.

From what I now know Cain quickly regained consciousness very quickly, and he was check over by the paramedics and given the all clear – by this time Doug had long gone, what a rat!

Cain continued his life as normal for another 2 weeks, while I lay in his subconscious recovering from the event. I knew nothing of what was going on, only that they place was dark and warm as I cam to terms with my existence.

In the third week, I felt strong enough, and I stretched once more taking control of Cain. Coming back into reality I was able to piece together the event using Cain’s memories. Somehow I knew I had been released from the contract and was not owned by Doug any more – but I also knew that I now no longer had my own physical body. I continued living Cain’s life without any of his friends or family realising there was someone else in control – but I still felt guilty about using Cain, the guy that had unknowingly nurtured my soul back to health.

It was one late night after I had been out drinking with the guys I decided to try and get out of Cain, it maybe that I would just cease it exist – it was a risk I was prepared to take for Cain’s sake.

I sat up in the chair, still a bit light headed with the beers, but I hadn’t had that much. I looked over a Billy he was staying over and going home tomorrow. He was a big guy, I could see him asleep on the bed, and he was my only choice.

I sat back in the chair, again concerned that my existence could be snuffed out within the next few minutes – but I knew I had to give Cain back hi sown life.

I took one last breath from within Cain’s body and pushed myself out. I floated above the two guys, reassured that I still existed and waited for Cain to become himself again. I heard him gasp, and sit up. He looked around and grabbed a bottle taking a mouthful, and gulping it down. I knew he would be ok without me.

I looked over at Billy still there asleep on the bed and made my way other to him floating above the heavily built jock. “Well, this is it”, I said to myself – will I be able to touch or feel physical stuff again, of just float and be a mere spectator for the rest of my existence?

I rolled over, floating over the jock aligning myself with his body and slowly lowered myself down to meet his physical form. As I touched his physical form, I could feel some resistance, but I was stronger now and I pushed into his body; again wrapping my soul in warm flesh and muscle.

Billy’s body went into a brief spasm as I took control and put Billy’s soul into a deep sleep. I gulped in air, coughed and instantly threw up. Cain came over and slapped me on the back – it was a dull meaty thud that echoed through my new body as his hand made contact. “You OK dude?” asked Cain, it was weird hear what had been my voice – at least for a while. I coughed again “Yeah, I feel a lot better now, thanks” I replied in a deep voice. “I really think I’m going to be OK now”, I said in a confident voice.

I lived as Billy for a couple of weeks, but know I knew that I could swap when I liked I started to move to each of Cain’s friends in turn, until I felt strong enough to move away from Cain.

So that’s how I became a Nomad Soul, but that was a long time ago, and since then I’ve been many people. Young and old, – I’ve taken celebrities, and family members, but I have always respected the people I take.

So maybe I’ll tell you more about my adventures, hey – if a friend of yours is acting out of character, it might just be me inside looking out at you – who knows…

Against the Rules

“Wow! Wicked cool!” said Jared, looking up at the quarterback of the team, Kevin Heigel.

“Nah, man,” said Skylar, one of the other players, “This just doesn’t seem right, man. I mean, I know he looks like Kevin, and he sounds like Kevin – and yeah, I’ll admit it, he’s been playing just as good as Kevin does, if not even a little bit better… But I dunno, man! It’s just weird! And why didn’t you, like, tell us about this sooner?”

“I’m sorry, Skylar,” said the quarterback, “It’s just that when the real Kevin broke his leg, we had to think of something so that he could keep playing, and this suit was the best thing we could think of.”

“But Coach!” said one of the other players, “You’re like 40 and Kevin is only 17. Isn’t that, like, against the rules for us to have our own coach playing on our team…?”

“Guys, guys!” said Coach Walker, “Now come on! I’ve been wearing this suit of Kevin for the past two weeks now, and not one of you has noticed. Do you really think we have anything to worry about? And in about another two to four weeks, you’ll have the real Kevin back, and I’ll go back to being Coach Walker. Are we good?”

The team gathered around Coach Walker and examined the suit in detail, feeling a bit hesitant now that they all knew it was their Coach standing there inside of their quarterback’s body.

“Yeah,” Skylar finally said, “We good, Coach. Uh, well I guess I should call you Kevin now huh, bro?”

“Thanks, Sky!” Coach Williams said, acting a bit more like Kevin now, “Now let’s get back out there for the second half of the game and kick some ass!”

Some News!

Hello!

Once again, I just wanted to apologize if anybody has visited the Male Transformation Blog in the past week or so. My internet has been down, so I haven't been able to post updates. Good news is, I was finally able to post 6 new stories tonight! Check 'em out and let me know what you think :) I love getting your guys' feedback.

Also, I'd like to announce that smitch69 will be joining me on the blog as an author, so keep your eye out for some new stuff from him as well!

Lots of good stuff to come -- Enjoy!

-- E.

That's the Look

“Yeah,” said Gregory, snapping a few test shots, “I like that body with these shorts much better. Do me a favor and pump up the bulge a little bit though, huh?”

“All right,” said Nicholas as the bulge in the front of his tiny red shorts instantly inflated and pushed out in front of him, “You know, people are gonna start to wonder why all the models from your agency just happen to have big dicks!”

“Yeah,” said Gregory, “But what they don’t know is I only have one model, and he happens to be a very talented young man who can have whatever size dick I need, and have absolutely any look that I can imagine.”

“And,” said Nicholas with a smile, “He will continue to do so as long as he keeps getting paid.”

“Aw, come on now,” said Gregory, “It’s not all about the money, now is it, Nick? Try blond for me –“

Nicholas shifted his hair to make it a golden blond and then changed his eyebrows to match.

“It pretty much is!” Nicholas laughed, “Not many other guys could afford to live the kind of life I live, and to think – I make all that money just by being your little fashion model.”

“Well if it’s money you want, then we’ve got to get this shoot. It’s a big client, Nick, and we’ve gotta find the perfect look for you. Back to the darker hair.”

Nicholas changed his hair back to the way it had been before.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yeah, that’s great. I think that’s definitely the look we need to be going for,” said Gregory, “And, hey. If they don’t like it, we can always just send ‘em another model!”

A Better Basketball Player

“Holy shit! How the hell…” said Shawn, looking down at his new smooth, caramel-colored skin and tight, defined muscles, “It must’ve been that crazy old lady at the fair last night. Yeah, that’s right! She told me to make a wish, and I wished that I had the perfect body for playing basketball, and… Wow… This can’t be real, man!”

As Shawn walked around his room, he noticed things were different. Among his pile of dirty clothes, there were all kinds of basketball shorts and jerseys, and on his shelf, instead of books, there was now a collection of basketball trophies and medals. On his dresser, he saw his new self pictured with a group of people he didn’t immediately recognize. But as he studied the picture, he realized it was his family. In the picture, though, they were all black, like him. And they were all smiling and good-looking, and looked somehow better-off than they all had before.

“Weird…” said Shawn, for the first time realizing that his voice now even had a little bit of an accent to it.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. He scrambled to find a pair of basketball shorts and slid them on over his firm ass. His big new cock hung loosely in front of him in the shorts. Damn, the cool, silky material felt good against his muscular thighs!

“Honey?” came a voice from the other side of the door.

A woman poked her head in – a beautiful black woman, the same as Shawn had seen in the picture on his dresser.

“Mom?” he said.

“Jesus, Shawn!” said the woman, “Put some clothes on, honey. I’ve got your breakfast ready, and you better hop in the shower. We gotta hit the road in 15 minutes, you hear me? You’ve got early practice this morning, remember? Shawn… are you ok, baby?”

“Yeah… Mom,” said Shawn, cracking a big smile, “I’m good. I’m… really good!”

“You sure you don’t want me to call Coach and let him know you’re gonna be a little bit late for practice this morning?”

“No, Mom!” said Shawn excitedly, “I’ll be right down, I promise! I wouldn’t miss practice for the world!”

“OK, baby,” said Shawn’s mom, “Teenagers. You know, I just don’t get it sometimes.”

“Love you, Mom!” said Shawn, giving his mom a kiss.

“Love you too,” she said, closing the door, “Don’t forget you gotta eat breakfast. Can’t have momma’s little basketball star going to practice hungry!”

“Mom!” said Shawn, pushing the door shut, “I’ll be down in a few, ok? Just gimme a sec!”

As the door shut, Shawn leaned up against it, hardly containing the huge smile that spread across his new handsome face. He freely ran his hands along his new abs and pecs, tightening them and admiring how they popped out from his body.

“Man, I hope this isn’t a dream!” he said, “Because I could get used to this!”

You're the Best, Dad

“Where have you been?” said Michael sternly as his son, Jesse, walked in the door.

“Dad?” said Jesse, “I was – I had that thing after school today. The fundraiser for band. I thought told you about it.”

“Fundraiser? You never told me anything about no fundraiser! I’ve just been sitting here for the past two hours worried about why you weren’t home from school on time. You’re in deep shit, young man.”

“Dad!” said Jesse, “I swear! I told you about it!”

“Oh yeah?” said Michael, “Then why did I see your little friend Luis Montero getting off the school bus this afternoon. How come he came home on time, huh?”

“Luis was supposed to be there too!” said Jesse, “But he wasn’t! I don’t know why he didn’t come!”

“Well,” said Michael, standing up, “Maybe that’s because he skipped out on the fundraiser, came over here when he knew you would be gone, snuck into your dad’s bedroom as he was taking a nap, and took over his body!”

Jesse stood there in shock for a few moments before Michael – or really Luis in Michael’s body – laughed a big, hearty laugh.

“Gotchya!” he said, “Oh man, you shoulda seen the look on your face!”

“Luis!” said Jesse, “OK, for real, you gotta tell me when you’re gonna do that! I thought you said you weren’t gonna do it any more without telling me!”

“OK, OK,” said Luis, “Sorry, bro. But you gotta admit, I’m gettin’ pretty good at pretending to be your old man! So hey, you wanna go out and get some pizzas and maybe some beer and some pornos and stuff like we did last time!?”

“Oh yeah!” said Jesse, smiling, “And, uh – Oh. Um. Nevermind.”

“What?” said Luis.

“Well…” said Jesse hesitantly, “I was thinkin’ maybe we could do some of that… other stuff we did last time.”

“But I thought you said it was kinda weird,” said Luis.

“Yeah…” said Jesse, “But I kinda liked it, and I gotta say – seeing you in my dad’s body again is really getting’ me, you know, like horny.”

“Well, all right, ‘son,’” said Luis with a wink, “Whatever it takes to make my boy happy!”

“Aw,” said Jesse, giving his friend a big hug, “You’re the best, Dad!”

Totally Fucked Up

“Dude, are you getting totally fucked up or what!” said Drew, pouring a can of beer down his friend Matt’s throat.

“Ohhh hell fuckin’ yeahh!” said Matt, choking a bit as he chugged it down, “Hey, dude. Man, this beer tastes weird, dude.”

“Nah,” said Drew, “That’s just the bodysuit potion I’ve mixed into it.”

“The fuckin’ what?” Matt drunkenly chuckled.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Drew, “You’ll start to feel it here in a second. There. All finished up!”

“Hell fuckin’ yeah!” said Matt, leaping up and stumbling into Drew, “Shit, man! I don’t know what that shit was you put in there, but I feel fuckin’ great as shi—“

Before he could finish his sentence, Matt stumbled back down to the ground. To everyone else at the party, it looked like he had just had way too much to drink as always. But Drew just stood over him and watched.

“You dumbfuck,” said Drew, “Done in by your very own best buddy, Drew Carter – Who happens to be quite the handsome stud, if I do say so myself!”

Drew ran his hands along his smooth, square face, pulling it tight and making sure the facemask hadn’t slipped out of place anywhere. Of course it hadn’t. The suit was flawless and he knew it. As he stood there, a small, awkward looking boy cautiously approached him and stared.

“Russel?” said the smaller boy, “Is that you…?”

“What the fuck you talkin’ about?” said Drew, watching with a sneer as the smaller boy cowered back. Then he quickly changed his tone and gave a wink, “Yeah, Devin, it’s me! But just be sure to call me Drew now, okay? Hey, look! I think Matt is just about ready for ya!”

He stepped back to reveal the empty shell of what had once been Matt Hastings.

“Get in him quick!” said Drew, “Here, I’ll help ya!”

He helped his friend step into the suit through a slit that had formed in the back, and then quickly sealed it up before anybody at the party even noticed.

The new Matt blinked a few times and ran his tongue along his teeth.

“Whoa,” he said in a voice that was much more masculine that he was used to, “It even changed my teeth. And my tongue is like – whoa…”

“You all right there, buddy?” Drew chuckled.

“How much beer did you say you gave him?” Devin said, shaking his head and looking down at the ground. He seemed so high up!

“Let’s just say you’re probably good to go for the rest of the night!” said Drew, helping his friend stand up, “Now are you ready to see what it’s like to be a frat boy or what!?”