Its a lottery

Joel couldn’t believe his luck, he’d pulled the short straw at the club, it was his turn tonight. As it was the last draw of the night he could have Rick for the rest of the weekend.

It was a 17 year olds dream.

Joel was watching Rick all evening, dancing with cute girls, drinking hanging out with the guys just like any other 23 year old jock. His grey t-shirt hugged his pecs and biceps 100% pure jock but Joel knew that currently inside the hot jock was Sally a 34 year old lesbian and her time was almost up.

Joel sidled up behind Rick, he glanced in a mirror and compared his size with Rick, why did he wear that checked shirt “dork” he thought to himself.



Joel leaned forward and whispered into Rick’s ear; then he pushed in hard, Rick gasped his shoulders pulled back and his chest expanded almost bursting the shirt, Sally was expelled and disappeared into the crowd.

Joel flexed in Rick’s body and turned to continue to chat with the girl, he leaned forward and kissed her.



She leaned forward and whispered “I need to get fucked…” she cupped Joel’s dick and balls.. “and I can see you’re ready to go!”

DogSuit

“Yeah, Yeah.. I know the house is impossible to get into; tens of security guards posted 24/7, but we need to get this kid – I need to get in this kid. With his wealth, his family name who knows what future he has!”

“Jack, I’ve found a way into the house, and I need your help - check your email I’ve sent a picture.”



“What you’ve stolen his dog?”

“Yeah, I took it from the dog walker”

“So what you gonna do? Train it to take out all the guards and open the doors?”

“Shut up! just come over and I’ll show you”

Jack arrived and was surprised to see Bruno the dog asleep, Romeo just smiled and rested his foot on the dog’s side – it collapsed inwards as he put pressure on it..

“You’re joking!” exclaimed Jack

“No I need someone to return the dog to the house, who knows you might even get a reward! Once I’m inside the house I can get alone with John and take him by surprise.”

Jack watched as Romeo removed the collar from the dog and then his own clothes.

Pulling open the dogs powerful jaws Romeo started to squeeze into Bruno. It was tough, tight but Romeo’s body was gulped down the dogs throat; swallowed up by the powerful animal bit by bit.

Finally only Romeo’s head remained, Jack stood there with his mouth open and then he blinked a couple of time in disbelief.

Walking over Jack pulled Bruno’s heavy set head over Romeo’s, there was a sucking noise as Romeo’s face was pulled into Bruno’s. The dogs empty eyes suddenly blinked and Romeo’s blue eyes look out, another couple of blinks and the blue eyes returned to Bruno’s black eyes.

The dog squirmed out of Jack grasp and backed off growling and showing its fearsome teeth, hell even the hair on Bruno’s back was lifting.

Jack backed away as Bruno approached barking loudly. Then just as quickly as it started Bruno stopped, sat down and started panting, his huge tongue flopping out the side of his mouth.

It took a couple of gulps and spoke “Haha – I fooled you, I have all the dog’s memories – I know the house inside out!” it said with Romeo’s voice.

“Now put the collar back on and take me back to the house, hopefully it won’t be long before I’m out of this dog skin and into John.”

Jack secured the collar and clipped on the lead before taking Bruno back to the house. Jack was rewarded and Romeo in the guise of Bruno was in the house.

Read part two here

“Programming Complete” by Nemo

 
Steve stood at attention, his body held rigid, his eyes open but unseeing. Around him his roomies were frenetically giving his life an overhaul and he stood oblivious to it all. While Max was replacing Steve's 'Glee', Ricky Martin and Brittany Spears posters with sporting posters and a Pirelli calendar, Jason was emptying all Steve's old clothes into a bag and filling his closet and drawers with A&F tops, sportswear, running shoes. The supply of candy was replaced with a supply of energy bars and a huge jar of protein powder.

The pair had already hacked into Steve's computer and changed all his bookmarks, his iPod playlist and created a new face-book and email account, complete with on-line friends they’d made up just for him. Throughout it all Steve just stood still and paid no attention to the activity around him.

Eventually the pair ground to a halt. Jason turned to Max "I think that's it dude. Not a trace of the old Stephen remains."

"Totally Bro and instead plenty of evidence of the new improved Steve. You know he's going to be such a better room-mate since we did this."

"Hell yeah!" agreed Jason "I was fed up with the little fairy prancing around the place. It was giving us a bad name. But not for much longer."

"And you're sure this'll work." asked Max

"Completely. Look we've hacked the main university computer, so they think the old Stephen transferred out and we've arranged the perfect back-story for the new improved Steve. Now he's a mature student who's an ex-marine. The hypno-programme I've had running in his ears will have wiped and replaced his personality and the bio-suit will have bonded to his body by tomorrow. Trust me, this is fool-proof."

"I wish I cold be as sure as you. Still we've gone this far, we may as well finish it. Do you want to do the honours?" asked Max.

Jason just nodded and walked up to Steve. He popped the earphones out of Steve's ears and turned off the iPod, slipping it into his own pocket. Steve still stood at attention, eyes fixed on the distance, giving no sign that he was aware of the other guys. Jason stepped back and snapped his fingers in front of Steve. Steve blinked his eyes and then focused on Jason for the first time in hours. "Hey roomie, sorry I think I zoned out for a sec." said Steve, he paused for a second while he searched his memories "So are we still on for hitting the gym?" he continued.

Jason nodded "Yeah, cool. Why don't you grab your kit and then we can all head out together." Steve grunted in acknowledgement and turned to his drawers, pulling out his gym kit without any sign that his new life was different from his old one. Max sidled up to Jason and whispered "Dude it's totally working."

"Told you it would." replied Jason, quietly "You really should know better than to doubt me. So what do you think of the new improved, stud bodied, straight acting Steve?"

"Dude it's such an improvement... wait what do you mean straight acting? I though we agreed to get rid of all that faggy shit?" asked Max

"Well, it seemed such a waste of the old Stephen's talents. Don't worry, the new Steve's not going to bringing any dudes back here, but I did leave a couple of extra commands in his programming. Watch." and Jason turned to Steve "Hey Bro, before we hit the gym, how about a quick blow-job?"

Steve didn't even bat an eyelid at Jason's request. "Sure dude, no trouble." he said ambling over to where Jason was standing and dropping to his knees. As Max looked on in astonishment, Steve calmly worked Jason's cock free from his pants and slipped it into his mouth. As he eagerly bobbed up and down, Jason's eyes began to flicker with pleasure and he lowered himself down onto his bed, while Steve kept up the work on his cock.

"Dude this is fucked up!" yelled Max, "I didn't agree to this shit."

Jason placed a hand on Steve's head, temporarily stopping his motion on his cock. "Sorry Bro, but like I said, you can't waste talent like this." he smiled at Max "You know maybe you'd feel better if you came over here and joined in. Why don't you just come over and bury your face in my ass."

The angry expression on Max's face disappeared, replaced by a happy, if slightly empty, smile "Sure dude, no trouble" he replied in the exact same tone Steve had used to Jason's request for a blow-job. As the two studs busied themselves pleasuring Jason he lay back and thought again how lucky he was to have the genius he needed to make his life just the way he wanted. The hypon-tapes worked perfectly as both Steve and the clueless Max were currently demonstrating and the bio-suits gave anyone the body he wanted them to have. He ran a hand over his own firm pecs and six-pack and tried to remember what his old body had been like, but it had been so long since he'd bonded to his own suit, he couldn't recall a thing. As his enslaved room-mates brought him to the brink of climax all his thoughts melted away and he gave himself over to pure pleasure.

“All’s Fair…” by Nemo

 
Greg tapped Lee on the arm "Hey guys look over there." he said, directing his buddies gaze to tent "I think the gimp show's about to start. Do you fancy taking a look?" he asked with a sly smile.

"I don't know." said a Lee, with an anxious grin "Don't you think we should just keep a low profile and stay well away from them?"

"Yeah, Greg" added their other buddy Tom "I don't think it's a good idea to taunt them like that."

Greg reached over and grabbed Tom's nipple, twisting firmly as he did so. He leant in close to Tom "It's Sir or Master while we look like this. Remember?" he asked twisting harder. Tom who had tears in his eyes, just nodded.

"Whoa? You felt that?" asked Lee, looking at Tom, who was rubbing his abused nipple gently.

"He certainly did." said Greg, reaching out and squeezing Lee's nipples, more gently than he had Tom's. Greg grinned at the look of surprised pleasure on Lee's face "Told you these suits were the best. Believe me, you'll feel everything in them." Greg's hand strayed down from Lee's chest to his jockstrap and he gave Lee's junk a quick squeeze through the leather. "Everything." he repeated. He dropped his hand from Lee's crotch and addressed both men "Now let me make this clear. As long as we look like this, we have to behave like we're expected to. And that means that when I tell my two boys to do something, they do it, unless they want to make their master mad." he finished with a growl.

Lee and Tom looked at each other, exchanging glances. Tom still looked wary, while Lee had a look of mounting excitement rising in his eyes. After a moment the two men nodded to each other and then turned to Greg and nodded to him in unison. "I'm glad you're both with me." said Greg and he reached out and grabbed them both by their harnesses, one in each hand. He pulled them in towards him, one at a time and kissed them both roughly.

He let them go and addressed them. "OK boys, now we'll go and watch the gimp show. I want to see the look in their eyes when they see us standing there in copies of their bodies, while they're helpless to act. And don't worry, those full body leather suits they're locked into mean that no-one will suspect we've replaced them. And once we've enjoyed the show and the rest of the fair, well we'll go and give these suits a full workout." He swatted Lee and Tom on the ass and moved them closer to the entertainment.

Do you think I’ll fit?

Kevin supported the bodybuilder between them.


“This guy’s got prospects but our regular player broke his leg yesterday and Max here has a semi to be at the end of the week so we need a substitute to wear him, someone who knows Max and has bodybuilding experience.”

“But he’s a bit smaller than me will I fit?”

“These suits are made by a pro, you will always fit!”

“Lets get you suited up my friend, you’ll have to stay in the suit for the week, live his live for the time being.”

Kevin slipped the bodybuilder under his arm and they both went to a private room.

While Kevin was locking the door, Andy was stripping. Standing naked Andy picked up the suit and pulled the mouth open.

Kevin put his hand on Andy’s shoulder… “hold on a minute that’s not how this is going to work.”

Kevin slipped off his black hoody and dropped his shorts, he flexed his huge body.

“You know Kevin been Max’s coach for 6 years now I think he knows Max better than anyone.”

Andy was a little confused hearing Kevin refer to himself in the third person, but in those next few minutes all became clear.

Sticking his fingers in his mouth he pulled out and up, Kevin’s face contorted and with a sucking sound released its grip on the face and head of the occupant.

Thick black matted hair and an unshaven face appeared from his mouth, as the occupant slowly pulled himself from Kevin’s giant frame it was evident that he was much younger, maybe only 23 years old.

The guy struggled pulling the hulking frame from his own, discarding it like a like a used piece of clothing.

Andy looked at the guy then at the shapeless form of flesh and muscle on the floor; his close friend for the past five years.

The guy smiled at Andy, a cocky sideways smile that Andy recognised from Kevin. “I’m actually Dave… as you’ve probably guessed..” he scratched his chin.. “I’ve been in there for quite a while now.”
“Yeah, I guessed that…” replied Kevin, Dave’s BO was strong and Andy was trying not to get a hard on.

Dave continued “You see I know Max really well and erm… you know me very well.. haha, well maybe not as well as you thought, but you get the idea!”

Picking up Max, Dave climbed in the black stud – he was right it fitted perfectly. Max flexed and posed just as he always had.

Max beamed at Andy “well I feel like a new man – just need my buddy and coach now” he flashed a wink at Andy.

Andy didn’t need to be asked twice, in a flash he was pulling on Kevin’s huge frame. The inside was damp and Dave’s BO was strong, blowing up into Andy’s face as he pushed more of himself into the suit. With a final smile at Max, Andy pulled the Kevin’s face over his own.

Max walked over and looked up into Kevin’s eyes; “you know that no one knows about Dave and Kevin. Dave took over Kevin’s life about four years ago. I think I pulled it off, you didn’t notice when I took over.”

Max looked up at Kevin, resting his chin on his huge pecs; “So you’ll have to be Kevin and I’ll have to be Andy dressed up in Max – I think we know each other well enough?”

Looking in the mirror Kevin flexed and Max jerked the raging hard on… “There’s something I need to talk to you later; about Kevin and Max’s relationship, but in the meantime we’d better get back out there otherwise people will talk.”

They both got dressed and returned to the gym.

People crowded around Max, slapping him on the back and shouting “Andy, Andy…”

Kevin just smiled desperately trying to calm down his hard on…

Grrrr-ary

“Gary, looking good good man – I hope Tony didn’t give you too much trouble in the locker room?”


“You’re joking man! he would never give his coach any shit. By the way thanks for lending me the coach’s bodysuit – I left it in your locker. Where’s the real coach today?”

“He’s still at home, he mysteriously got a pipe burst and he’s waiting in for a plumber… asked me to fill in for him, so I agreed – how could I refuse since it was me that shoved the screwdriver through the pipe in the first place.”

“Haha.. I couldn’t believe it when coach turned up and started to strip. When you slipped off the mask I creamed!”

“I thought you’d like that.”

“Fuck yeah! when I pulled on the coach I could smell you inside, warm and damp.”

“So Tony didn’t argue when you gave him the ‘growth hormone’ ?”

“No, he’s shit scared of coach. Within a couple of minutes of me jabbed him he was falling into my arms. I dragged him into coaches office and locked the door. I tell you man, it didn’t take long to get out of Coach and into Tony – fuck! I had so much trouble getting my hard on into Tony’s sheath.”



Tony flexed and growled “Arrrrgh! Now get into the locker room and pull on that bodysuit I want to see Coach now! while I’m pumped!”

Tastes So Good

I’ve always loved the taste of Jeremy’s cum, and somehow it tastes even better knowing that it’s my own now. He may have turned out to be a complete asshole of a boyfriend, but now that I swapped bodies with him, I have a feeling that a lot of things are going to be better. Of course I’m going to make him stay with me and force him to pretend to be me while I take over his life and do whatever I want with it. I’m going to treat him like an absolute piece of shit and go out and sleep with other guys, just like he used to do, and see how he likes it. Mmm… revenge tastes so good!

Ab Contest

“Okay, boys,” I said, “Whoever has the best abs gets to buy me a drink!”

It was amazing the things I could get away with around guys at bars when I was wearing “Kristy,” the blonde bombshell with big tits. I could have them wrapped around my finger from the second I stepped in the door, and these guys were no exception. As they lifted their shirts, I took a quick glance at what they had to offer.

Timothy’s tummy was smooth and perfectly tanned, and Jeff  had a chiseled set of abs with a perfect treasure trail – but it was Adam’s hairy, muscled torso that was just perfect!

“Oh yummy!” I said in the girliest way possible, “I just love a man with chest hair!”

I reached out with my manicured, pink nails and ran my fingers along Adam’s chest. He didn’t even flinch. In fact, I think I saw his jeans tent out a little bit. If only he knew that it was another dude inside of this hot chick that was feeling him up

“Well I guess I won the prize then,” he said confidently.

“You sure did, stud,” I said with a wink, my voice coming out as airy and sultry as I could possibly make it, “Why don’t you come over to the bar with me and buy me that drink.”

He gave his buddies a high five and a knowing smirk as I grabbed him around the waist.

“You lead the way,” I said, pushing him into the crowd.

The bar was busy, and I knew I had only a split-second to act. As I lead him into the very center of the crowd, I took a deep breath and pushed myself into him. It had to be done quickly and smoothly, with no struggle. Thankfully, I’d had some practice.

In the blink of an eye, I was inside of Adam’s body. It was good to be inside the body of a very hot, masculine guy again. I grinned as Adam’s alcohol buzz washed over my body. He’d already had a few drinks. Nice. Giving myself a few seconds to collect my senses, I turned around and went back to Adam’s friends.

“Dude!” Timothy said, “Where’s the chick?”

“She ditched me, man,” I said, “Told me she was gonna go to the bathroom and I saw her walk out the front door.”

“What a bitch!” Jeff said.

“Yeah, she was a total bitch,” I said.

“Well, fuck her!” said Timothy, giving me a firm pat on the back, “Let’s go grab some more shots!”

“Sounds great!” I said, “You buying this round?”

“Fuck no!” he said, “I bought the last round! You really think that’s gonna work one of these times, don’t you!”

I laughed, knowing that I was slipping right into Adam’s life without a hitch. I could see myself spending a good couple of weeks as him, hanging out with his buddies, having a good time, finding a few hot chicks to fuck. Adam was a total party guy, and now that I was in his body, the fun had just begun!

I Miss My Roommate

“Hey, Bri,” Drew said, peeking his head into his roommate’s bedroom, “I was gonna head down to GameStop and maybe buy a few new games. Thought maybe you’d want to come with me and then we could hang out this afternoon.”

“Sorry, Drew,” Brian said as he finished his set of crunches. He stood up completely naked and unashamed, “I was gonna get dressed and go for a run around the lake. You can come with me if you want.”

Drew looked down at his chubby belly. He could probably use a run around the lake, but there was no way he’d be able to keep up with Brian.

“No…” he said, starting to close the door, “That’s all right – Hey, Bri?”

“Yeah?” Brian said, looking at himself in the full-length mirror on his wall.

“It’s just… I kinda miss you, man,” Drew said.

“What do you mean?” Brian said, twisting his torso in the mirror and practicing different poses to show off his muscles.

“I mean, ever since you took over Jackson’s body…” Drew said.

“Dude,” he said, in a way that was distinctly Jackson, “It’s like I told you. It’s still me inside of here. I mean, sometimes I have to act a little bit more like Jackson just so people don’t get suspicious – like when I’m around his parents and friends and stuff.”

“I guess,” I said, “But the old you never spent the morning doing pushups and crunches, or went for runs around the lake. I miss just kind of hanging out with you around the apartment, you know. Playing video games and ordering pizza and watching movies and stuff.”

“Sorry, dude” he said with a chuckle, “But if I want to stay looking like this, I can’t exactly be sitting around all day eating pizza and playing video games!”

“Yeah…” Drew said, “I guess not… Maybe we can hang out some when you get back from your run. Or maybe this weekend or something?”

“Ah man, I’d love to, but I’ve got this thing with Jackson’s friends tonight,” said Brain, “And this weekend I think I’m driving home to his parents’ house. This’ll be the longest time I’ve spent with them since I’ve taken over his body – I’m stoked!”

“Oh,” Drew said, “Wow. Yeah, that should be really cool… Well I guess I’ll just go down to the mall by myself then…”

“Okay, buddy,” Brian said, not taking his eyes off of his reflection in the mirror, “Have fun! If I don’t see ya until after this weekend, try not to miss me too much!”

"If only you could understand how much I really do miss you, Brian,” Drew thought to himself as he closed the door. He sighed as he thought of Brian the way he used to be, and wondered if he would ever see that person again.

Just Another Suit

“Oh, man,” Marco said, opening his closet, “I really need to do some laundry. I’m down to my last suit.”

He undressed and reached towards the hanger that the suit was loosely hung up on, preparing to get dressed for the day, when suddenly the suit sprung to life!

“Oh shit!” Marco said, jumping back before realizing that his roommate was inside of the suit, “God damn it, Rocky. Scared me half to death. Come on man, get outta there – it’s the last one I’ve got clean and I need to wear it this afternoon.”

“I don’t think so,” said Rocky unhooking himself from the hanger, “I think I’m gonna keep this one for good. In fact, I’m think I’m gonna take all of your suits.”

“What?” said Marco, “What are you talking about? Come on, stop joking. You know I’ve always shared my suits with you. You can wear them whenever you want – it’s just, this is my last one. I’ll clean up the other ones when I get home tonight, but I’ve gotta use this one today, man.”

“I don’t think you get it,” said Rocky with a sneer, “I’m tired of sharing!”

Before Marco could say another word, Rocky rushed towards him with a syringe in hand, quickly and firmly knocking Marco to the ground.

“Shouldn’t have left this stuff just laying out on the coffee table!” smiled Rocky, holding Marco against the floor as he injected the serum.

“Rocky, please don’t!” said Marco, his voice weakening, “I trusted you…”

Rocky held Marco down for a few moments as he watched the last signs of life vanish from his  face.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been so quick to trust me,” Rocky said to the Marco suit as he placed it on a hanger in the closet, “Now you’re just another suit in your own collection!”

“Workout Buddy” by Nemo

 
Brock had just finished his gym routine and was starting to cool down, his body was glistened with sweat and all his muscles were pumped. The gym was nearly deserted, the only other occupant, only Brock's buddy Marshall who was still finishing his last set of reps. Brock was taking a long drink from his water bottle, when he became aware that someone else had approached him. He looked around and saw Neil, a slim guy who hung around the gym a lot, but never seemed to put on any muscle.

"Excuse me" Neil asked Brock, "but I was wondering if you could help me."

"What's up little dude?" asked Brock

"Well it's just I've been watching you use the weights and you're obviously such a pro. So I was thinking..." Neil stepped in closer to Brock and lowered his voice "I was thinking," he continued "that must mean the suit serum worked exactly as we planned."

Brock looked at Neil with a blank expression for a few heart-beats, long enough for Neil to start to worry, before a huge grin broke out on his face "It's amazing!" he said in a hushed but excited voice "Not only does the suit give me the same strength as Brock's body, but I've got access to all his memories as well. I can do his full routine without skipping a beat. And it's not just that, I can walk like him, talk like him, no-one suspects a thing."

"Oh Mike, baby!" sighed Neil, "I can't wait to get my hands all over your new body" and he reached out and touched Brock gently on one forearm.

"Hey Faggot!" A shout rang out from across the gym. "Get your hands off my buddy" continued Marshall, as he walked over to the pair. "Is this fairy bothering you?" Marshall asked Brock, moving towards Neil.

Brock put a hand out and stopped Marshall "Relax dude, he's just after some work out tips."

"It's more than that." said Marshall "He and his faggy little pal Mike have been staring at you the last few weeks." Marshall turned round to face Neil "That's right faggot, I know all about your little boy crush on my buddy."

Brock shook his head gently "Marshall, dude, you've got to relax. So what if he's been staring at my body. I mean face it, when would a kid like this ever get a body like mine.. " Brock flexed his arm, popping a huge biceps ".. or yours." he finished, gesturing at Marshall. Marshall, unable to resist a challenge, threw his arm up and flexed his arm, straining to make his bicep bigger than Brock. After a minute the two, realising they were equally matched, relaxed. Brock threw an arm around Marshall and steered him away from Neil. "You know dude, I don't think that latest batch of roids agreed with you, you've been flipping out all the time. You should try the new stuff I've been using" Brock reached into the pocket of his gym pants and pulled out a syringe of bright blue liquid.

Marshall reached for it. "What is it?" he asked.
"Some sort of new hormone shit." said Brock "Don't know exactly, but dude I've felt like a new man since I started using it. Go on, give it a go." he urged Marshall.

Marshall glanced around the gym, ignoring Neil, but making sure none of the gym staff was around. He flipped the cap of the needle and with practiced ease, jabbed it into his leg. He handed the syringe back to Brock and massaged his leg "So how long before this stuff starts to kick in?" he asked Brock.

"Bro, it works totally fast. You'll be a new man before you know it. Come on, lets hit the showers." As the two muscle men walked towards the changing rooms, Brock flashed a quick wink at Neil. In a few minutes, Marshall would be all hollowed out and ready for Neil to slip into. The shower block would be the perfect place for the change to take place. At the thought of Neil slipping inside Marshall's body and what the two of them would be able to do in their new bodies Brock/Mike began to stiffen inside his pants...

“Work Related Stress” by Nemo

 
Donald Carter's driver was amazed, when while driving though one of the rougher parts of the city, his boss suddenly yelled "Stop! Pull over!" His driver, knowing better to ask why, simply pulled the town car in to the kerb and drew up alongside a phone booth. He was inwardly surprised again, when Mr Carter opened the window of his car and leant over to address the half-naked man standing in the booth.

"Campbell? What on earth are you doing. You're a disgrace!" The man that Donald Carter had addressed as Campbell, leant forward unsteadily, clinging onto the phone with one hand for balance. He pushed back the shades he was wearing onto the top of his head and then took a long drag of his cigarette, before taking it out of his mouth. He looked at Donald Carter and then opened his mouth "You'rrre not what I or..ordered" he slurred. Before Donald Carter could react to this strange announcement, Campbell had dragged the phone back round to his mouth. "I ordered... hot horny... college jock." he managed, after a few stops and starts "and you send me.. fucking old and wrinkly. I'm not fuckkkingg... that. I want the horney jock here... now!" he finished in a sudden rush. At the same time he shoved his free hand inside his briefs and started pumping away at his cock.

Donald Carter, who'd been silenced by the sight of his VP for marketing having a public melt-down was revolted by the sight of this further display and tried again to intervene. "Campbell!" he barked, in the tone his subordinates had learned to dread "Pull yourself together." This time Campbell seemed to recognise something in his bosses voice as he took the time to try to hang up the phone. He gave it two or three futile events, missing his target each time, before he gave up and let it fall. He shuffled forward, his pants still around his ankles and tried to crouch in front of the car window before he dropped to his knees. As he hit the ground with a thud, he groped for the whiskey bottle on the ground, and when he found it he held it up to his hands hopefully and then sadly discarding it when he realised it was empty. His attempt at a drink a failure, he turned his attention back to his boss.

"Mister Carter!" he said with the happy tones of the staggeringly drunk "What are you doing here? Are you after a hot...." he belched and continued "college jock as well?" he finished blinking, owlishly.

Donald Carter who'd involuntarily leant back, as his VP belched, leant forward again with grim determination. "Campbell, you're not the first man I've seen brought to ruin by drink and you won't be the last." His tone softened, ever so slightly. "But I'm not going to throw you away after all the work you've done. You're going to take some time off work and spend it in a facility I know of. In six months you'll be a new man." he finished.

A look of vague horror crossed Campbell's face "But, but.. who'll do my work" he managed to slur.

"That's not your problem Campbell, but I'm sure your assistant can handle everything until your return. Now go home and I'll have a private ambulance pick you up in the morning." Campbell stared at Donald Carter for a moment, before bursting into sobs of what sounded like relief, as far as his boss could make out from the few words that made sense. He raised the window of the car and motioned to his driver to move off, while he picked up the car phone and rang the number of a old psychiatrist friend of his who specialised in the burn outs his office produced every so often. As the car pulled away, the last sight the driver had in his rear view mirror was of Campbell, still slumped sobbing on the sidewalk, before the care turned a corner and he was lost to sight.

About thirty seconds after the car was gone, the sobbing figure suddenly stopped crying. He pushed himself up off the sidewalk and with no obvious difficulty, pulled his pants back up, tucked his shirt in neatly and then fastened his belt. His cigarettes were discarded and his shades tucked inside his jacket, carefully folded. He reached behind the phone booth and drew out an expensive looking briefcase. He put it down on the shelf below the phone and popped it open. He paused then to check no-one was around and then looking at his reflection in the mirror on the inside of the briefcase lid, he reached up to his neck and probed delicately with his fingers. After a few seconds he found the edge he was looking for and slipped his fingers underneath it before pulling sharply upwards with both hands. His face crumpled as he ripped it up and off, revealing a very different face underneath. The mask was dropped into the briefcase and the guy pulled out a neck-tie and tied it around his neck. He adjusted his hair in the mirror and then with one final check of his newly smart appearance, closed the briefcase and walked swiftly away from the phone booth. The entire process had taken less than two minutes, leaving no trace of either Campbell or the man who'd be impersonating him.

Later that same day, the same guy let himself into an apartment, briefcase still in hand. As he closed the door behind him he heard a voice call out "Hey baby, I'm in the kitchen. Come and join me." The guy smiled and walked down the hall and into the kitchen area. As he entered the room a cute looking built guy in his late twenties, came over and kissed him full on the lips. The two men stood locked together in a passionate embrace for a few moments before the guy, gently prised his lover off him, one hand still holding his briefcase. "Well I missed you too Scott." he said, with an air of mischief, "but what have I done to deserve that as soon as I walk in."

"Oh, you've done nothing." replied Scott "but I've had some incredible news and I'm just so excited about it."

"Well go on, spill the beans." replied the first guy.

"My boss Greg Campbell has had a complete nervous breakdown and the CEOs had him packed off to some nut house for six months. And guess who's going to step in to take his place.?"

"Is it that girl Janine who works with you?" asked the first guy, playfully.

"No, you bastard." said Scott in mock anger, thumping the first guy in the top of the arm "It's me, of course. You know Ryan, a better boyfriend wouldn't have had to be prompted."

"Well then I'm sorry for being a bad boyfriend." He stepped in closer to Scott and kissed him on the mouth again. "How can I ever make it up to you?"

"I did think you could take me out to dinner to celebrate." said Scott.

"Of course baby. But let me get out of my suit first."

"Sure thing. Oh I forgot you said you had an important meeting today. How did it go?" asked Scott

"Oh it went just fine." replied Ryan "But tonight's about you. Now why don't you make me one of your amazing Martinis, while I get changed." and he gave a peck on the cheek to Scott and headed back down the hall to the bedroom. Once inside he pushed the door to with a quiet 'click'. He knew he'd only have a few minutes grace while Scott made his drink. He stepped up to his closet and opened the door. He stepped inside and reached to the back where he triggered the secret catch. The rear wall of the closet swung back, revealing a small space about 2 feet deep. Ryan reached up and pushed aside a few hangers, trying to muffle the scrape they made as he moved them. From each hanger dangled a full length anatomically correct male body-suit, each different. One was black, one looked Hispanic, two were smooth and another two were covered in thick body hair. One was covered in tattoos and one had only a pair of Greek letters tattooed on the shoulder. He ignored all of them and instead, opened his briefcase and lifted out the mask of Greg Campbell he'd worn earlier. On back wall of the recess were some shelves and they were covered with wig stands, each supporting a different face mask that matched the body-suits. Again they varied as much as as the suits, some clean shaven, one with goatee and one with a long scar down one cheek. Next to each mask was a small box with wallet, ID and cell phone. Again he ignored all of these and dumped the mask of Greg on an empty shelf, not even bothering to store it on an empty stand. If all went well he'd have no further need of it, but he'd hang on to it just in case.

Aware that Scott would be along with his drink any minute, he started backing out the hidden storage space. As always he wondered how Scott would react if he knew about Ryan's secret lives, but as discretion won out over curiosity. His employers tolerated a certain leeway in the personal use of suits, but their existence had to remain a secret. His fingers lingered on the Hispanic skin. Maybe it was time for a visit from the pool boy, Juan. Scott was always so horny after Juan's visit to the apartment complex. Their poolside bedroom gave Scott an ample view of Juan's firm young body and Ryan used every trick he knew to get Scott hard, knowing he'd reap the benefits later. He'd thing about it later, but for now he had a celebration to get ready for, and if Scott never knew how much he owed to Ryan, well that was fine with Ryan. He closed the closet door and began to get changed.