Saving a wrestler

            Heading to class I knew I only had this year left of college then I am done. Only a few classes I skipped over the years and some that are GPA boosters to finish off my degree. I walked into the room to start Geology 101 a freshman class but I needed one more science to complete the degree.

 

            Sitting down I was out of breathe because I had to come from the parking lot across campus to this room but in years past this would had been nothing. First two years of partying and drinking gave me a beer belly and working at a boring desk job didn’t allow me to loose the weight.

 

            As class started some guys staggered in loudly and sat a few robs in front of me still talking. I could hear they were talking about last nights football game to kick off the year and how the party was off the hook. I tried to focus on the class going over the syllabus but I kept listening to their stories and couldn’t help checking out them. Everyone of them were amazing and one that I overheard being called Luke was the best looking of them.

 

Class was short and everyone poured out of the room and I headed to the student union for a two hour break between classes. Next thing I hear is hey you, faggot being shouted out. I turn around and its Luke and his friends. They come up to me and start talking to me. “so you like to listen to our conversations and check us out?” one yelled. “Lets just kick his ass and leave him naked in the middle of campus” Luke suggested. I pleaded for them to not do anything and they kept plotting and coming in when campus police walked up and asked if there was a problem. They quickly left and went in opposite directions. I explained it was just some dumb jocks starting trouble just a normal beginning of school year. We all laughed and walked off.

 

A few months into the semester Luke and his friends ignored and probably forgot about me the first day in class. Some of what they talked about was true, I was in fact bi-sexual so faggot I guess works but not fully. As mid terms are taken I get 95% on the test since this class is super easy and had the time to study after work. I heard at the other end Luke and his friends complaining how they got D’s on the test and how they would not be allowed to wrestle in the match if they didn’t get their grades up.  Their coach told them they have to get the grades up by the next quiz or they would have to be dropped from the team. I simply laughed under as I heard them talk about the whole time while the teacher went over a make up test for anyone who wanted to get their grade up, I think that the coaches of the sports team had some influence about this.

 

After class I started to head back to my car since my next class was cancelled. “Hey Man wait up!” I heard yelling behind me. I turned around to see Luke he was coming up to me alone. “so how’s it going man?” He said. “its going good just heading home, but why are you talking to me?” I stated. He then started asking if I could help him study and do his make up test. Or if I would go take the test for him so he could compete this weekend in the match. I asked him how would I go and take the test for him if I don’t look anything like him. He got quiet and when we reached my car he said he knows a way to swap bodies with a person he had been looking it up online in case something like this happened. I stared at him blankly and asked what are you talking about. He asked if we could go back to my place to talk about it and he would explain on the way. I was somewhat reluctant about letting some random person in my car when I really don’t know him but I figured maybe it would be fun to listen to.

 

On the drive to my house he told me about a spell he found online that would swap bodies we just had to recite the spell and take some potion that we have to make. I figured hey if this doesn’t work maybe it would be fun hanging out with this hot 19 year old jock for a while. I finally told him my name was Jason and we went inside my house and he took out this print out and started getting the ingredients out of his backpack to make it. I left him alone while I picked up some pizza and beers. Came back and we sat there eating and reading what to do next.

 

We started reciting the spell and took the potion like a shot the next step was to put on the others clothes and finish the spell. We followed the instructions to the exact word and his clothes were a little tight on me but in the end nothing happened. The spell said it would be instant and such. Luke looked disappointed and sad I told him I would help him study for the test but now I needed to go to sleep for work tomorrow. I would text him when I got off work tomorrow and set something up. I drove all the way back home and when I walked in I noticed I was still wearing his clothes. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to wear just his boxers to bed. I laid down thinking how fun it would be being him for just a day and then went to sleep.

 

I woke up the next morning really out of it and feeling different. I noticed during the night I somehow got naked but when looking around my room was different. I noticed I was in a dorm room with posters of girls and athletes all around. I pulled the covers off to notice a six pack and a boner sticking up. I jumped out of the bed and went to the mirror and saw Luke looking back at me. I flexed a little and posed in the mirror. I grabbed a ruler he had and measured myself to find out he was packing a 10in cut cock. I couldn’t believe this that this actually worked. I quickly started jerking off at the sight of my own body and shot the biggest load I had ever seen all over the mirror and floor.

 

After I finished I jumped in the shower and got cleaned up when I got out Luke’s phone started ringing and I saw it was my number, I quickly answered and we started going back and forth saying we cant believe it and how it is amazing to be in the others body. He liked how I had a steady job and a slow pace life compared to his fast pace party style. I told him to call in sick for the day and play around I would go take his test and go to his wrestling practice tonight and meet up to try and figure out how to reverse it.

 

I took his test and got a 95% same as I did in my body and then sat through his English 101 class taking notes. These classes were easy compared to my last several years I had been in. I finished English and headed to the gym to get changed and hope I retained some of his wrestling abilities.

 

I arrived at the locker room and started changing and Luke’s friend John. Wait how did I know his name… I must have retained some memories of Luke’s life. I talked with john as I got into my singlet to get ready for practice. I went out into the mat a went through the whole practice without anyone noticing anything different about Luke except that I was a little more quiet than he was. When we got back into the locker room to change I noticed I got hard seeing everyone changing. John looked over and said “Dude you are hard as a rock go into the stall.”

 

I went into the stall and started to jack off and then a knock at the door happened. I opened it and John pushed his way in and locked it behind him. “Ok man I will take care of you again you are lucky that I’m around to help you.” He whispered. And without any other words he quickly went down and started sucking. Up and down slowly at first then movements with his tongue and then faster and faster. I was wondering how long it would take for the end to come because jerking off Luke’s body took a while. After about 15 minutes I finally blew a load into John’s mouth. He quickly swallowed and licked everything up and then unlocked the door and said hit the showers.

 

After I finished in the showers I got dressed in Luke’s normal jock style of school clothes and sweats and went to get to his car to head back to my former house. Looking down at my phone I noticed several missed calls from my phone and decided to quickly head over.

 

I arrived around 9pm and went to the door, it felt weird knocking on my own door since yesterday I actually owned the house. Luke swung the door open with a happy look on my old face. “Finally Jason I was worried something happened to my body” he chuckled. It looked like he had already started putting the potion together and had everything in the living room. He told me about his day and said he had a ton of fun being me and not having to be running everywhere. Then I told him about my adventure and what happened in the locker room. His face dropped and went “so now you know about me then.” I looked puzzled and said “its ok man I was being in character and to be honest it needed to be done you are always horny. I mean sitting here now seeing my old body makes me horny now.” I told him.

 

“How about we help each other out and not be horny, I always wanted to know how it felt to fuck myself. He grinned. Next thing I knew I was being stripped out of the clothes and my old body jumped up on top of me and started fucking me quickly without starting slow. You can tell this body had never had anything up there because it was really tight and I was in a lot of pain but eventually it moved to pleasure and he kept going faster and faster till finally he was finished. I then proceeded to flip him over and do the same but my old body was versatile and it wasn’t as tight as this one. We had to had gone at it for over an hour then finally I came inside him. We both laid back spent and decided to try out the spell now.

 

We recited the spell and drank the shot and swapped clothes again. I was sad to switch back but I knew it had to be done. When nothing happened I figured it was the same as before and I decided to head back to Luke’s dorm to sleep.

 

The next morning I woke up and I was still in Luke’s body. I quickly called my old number and he answered and said “Jason I have some bad news, since we fucked each other last night the spell is now permanent and we are stuck as the other. I knew it would happened but I liked being almost done with school and have a slower lifestyle. Plus I hated living like I did where I could not be open about me being gay.” I couldn’t believe it I was stuck in a body of someone who was just starting college and I had been almost done. I decided I would be happy being Luke because if you look at the body and the life it has potential.

 

I have been in Luke’s body and life for about a month now and his grades have improved with my knowledge and his wrestling is still amazing, I took 1^st in the division. I know have a girlfriend and things are looking up for me. As for The real Luke he has been working out in my body and moved John into my old house with him so they could be together. It was hard explaining things to him but he finally believed it.

 

I have been still seeing guys on the side and hooking up with Jason and John on a regular basis. They even asked me to move in after the semester is over so he can help me the rest of  college. I made sure I transferred some money into an account for me to live comfortable in this body while I am in college so I can focus on school and wrestling.

 

Now to just send a pic to my girlfriend and maybe I will CC Jason and John to see who wants to hit it tonight first.

 

“The Perils of Impatience”

Guest Post by Fabulous Fabian

When I swapped bodies with Greg, the prick who was in my senior class who always bullied me, I thought I would be on easy street, and that no one would ever dare stand up to me and my new studly body. Little did I realize that the former Greg was facing bullies of his own.

Every day after school I have to face my poor excuse for parents and a loser brother who works as a mechanic. My new parents Craig and Linda are not only verbally and emotionally abusive but they force me to constantly do EVERYTHING for them, while my brother Mike, who is older, and not to mention much bigger than me, constantly wails on me and uses me as his punching bag whenever he has female or personal troubles... which is quite frequently. My new family doesn't give a flying fuck about me. No wonder the former Greg was such an asshole and a bully to everyone in high school when he had to put up with even worse shit at home.

Man, I am really starting to wish that the body swap spell that I had used to swap bodies and lives with Greg wasn't a permanent one.

Otherwise I would gladly swap back in to my old body and life or at the very least swap bodies with my older brother Mark, so that I have less shit to deal with. Now I have to face the fact that I am forever stuck as Greg. I now am and will forever be Greg Phillips. What is even shittier is that the former Greg had really shitty grades, and we are only months away from graduating... which now, it looks like I will be repeating my senior year again. I was really looking forward to aspirations of a prominent career after attending a prestigious university, but with my new academic record; that is now just a pipe dream.

Meanwhile the former Greg, who is now living my life in my former body, seems much happier than I now am. The old Greg, now known as Martin, my former name, is going off to Princeton in the fall after graduating in a couple of months. With my... I mean his 4.0 gpa on his academic record he can pretty much do anything his heart desires.

I guess I can just make myself feel a little better about myself and my shitty life if I try and make his life a living hell by tormenting him and becoming his bully, talk about ironic... well I guess only until he graduates, upon which I will never see him again as he travels off to make something of himself as I am left to stagnate here in this nowhere town with no hopes or dreams of a good or prosperous future. Even though, I feel a bit better when I torment and harass him, he still is so much happier than I am. Martin is ecstatic over the fact that he now has a pristine academic record, a full scholarship to Princeton, a much better home life with loving and caring parents, and in a short while the opportunity to forever escape from me and my problems which I take out on him.

What is even worse is I cannot even reveal my sexuality to my family or my new set of friends who are all just as big of pricks as I am now becoming. Everyone in this town is extremely homophobic, and if I'm left to stagnate in this town, I won't only end up with a shitty job, but no prospects of having a love life. I never came out as gay in my previous life and body, as I was too afraid of all of the ignorant folk in this backwoods town. If I was Martin, I would be able to go to new and better places soon and live my life as an openly gay man, with no fear of repercussions. But now that I am Greg, I have lost the ticket that I would have had as Martin out of here. I'm sure that Martin who remains heterosexual in his new body and life will have the girls all over him, judging from all the success and wealth he is bound to amass in his promising future. I'm sure if Martin spends some time in the gym he can whip his puny little body up into a muscle stud which will have all the women drooling over him.

And to think if I only held on a bit longer it could have been my body with all that potential and hope, with all the hot men out there drooling and chasing after me! Martin has already been working out at the gym, and has shown a lot more confidence and stride despite his small physique. He has even tried to stand up to me, which while is impressive, I am much stronger and much more built than he is so he can never really take me on. But still, I never showed confidence like that when I used to be him. Even after I bully and humiliate him, I can never seem to break his spirits, he just gets up, and walks away smiling with plans to beef up and become a real stud, and knowing that shortly he would forever be rid of me.

Sigh... Even though I am 18 my parents keep me dependent on them as to force me to stay here, so that I can be their slave and their aggression outlet. I guess my only hope of leading a successful and somewhat decent life is to run away one night and maybe sell myself on the streets to horny men for an easy buck... anything is surely better than this. If only I had held on and waited, if only I had been more patient, and weathered the storm I got from those losers and bullies and not acted so hastily, I would be going off to my dreams in a few months... but no, I acted rashly and chose what I thought the easy way out was. I may have one hell of a body now as Greg, but I sure as hell have a shitty life... I guess patience really is a virtue. I should have paid closer attention in foreign language class when my teacher recited to us this old Latin proverb which states “Cuivis dolori remedium est patientia”, or "Patience is the cure for all suffering." What a waste…

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Tony turns and looks at the guy behind him and nods his head, “So what you in for?”

“Nothing, just catching up on some class work.” James replies.

“Wait, you’re in here because you want to? What sort of looser are you?”

“One with good grades and excellent career prospects. What about you?” He sneered at the jock.

“Got caught giving one of the freshman’s a hard time in the restroom.” He laughed. “What you got there?” Tony pulled the sheets of paper from the desk, “FUCK, these are those algebra questions from today’s lesson. You’ve done them already?”

James gives a shrug, “Not that difficult.”

“Yeah? Fuck you can do mine if you like them so much." Tony throws his papers at James.

“Don’t be a fucking idiot all your life,” James throws them back, “they’ll know its not your handwriting.”

Tony lifts his vest showing his tight muscular torso, “So write it in my handwriting then, swap with me – you’ll fucking love it. When you’re done we’ll swap back.” With a grin on his face Tony grabs James’s wrist and burning sensation creeps up James’s arm.

“What the FUCK!” James yell, as he looks into Tony’s face with fear in his eyes.

*****

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His team mates were calling him to practise just as I arrived in his body. I really had no interest in practising. All I wanted was to explore my new masculine frame.

Oh what the hell it would be a shame to waste the effort he had put into putting his kit on. Theres always later, but i don't know how long this will last... Oh well Here goes.

THUD... As soon a I went out on the field I hit the floor as one on my team mates pulled a prank an tackled me to the ground.

I wished I had gone home for the day…….

What if this swap was one way???

Shift Change

By Gary Travis

If Jamie had thought the group anything today it was that he wasn't happy. He was a 22 year old 5ft security manager. He must have weighed no more than 60kg piss wet through. He said he had the build of a 13 year old. He openly admitted that he was not really strong enough for the job and had been thrown in, but had grown to love it.

Somehow I felt that was not right and I needed to help him. I sensed that he would be happy with a better body but the same job. But it couldn't be me that he swapped with. Even though as the day went on, his body began to grow on me. After all it's not all about looks. It's also about mannerisms and life skills.

His job was almost perfect for one of the newest form of body switching devices on the market. I rang my colleague who agreed to come and speak to Jamie.

The next day Jamie was greeted by my colleague, Dean. Dean explained that there was a new camera on the market. It enabled the user of the camera to put themselves into the body of a suspect thief and prevent the theft. Dean explained that it could be used to upgrade his own body by switching his body with theirs on a permanent basis.

It was obvious from the questions he was asking that he was interested. Dean then explained that he could fit the camera for free, providing that he allowed his own body to be used as 'test' subject that scientists would explore and confirm that the process used was 100% safe. Of course it was safe, it was just a buy in method used by Dean. It meant that anybody on the switching network including myself would be able to access the body I had found so attractive.

The camera was fitted in one of the most vulnerable parts of the store. Dean then showed him the ropes and told him to only press the red button if he wanted to switch with the person he was zoomed into.

The device was like an iPad with a screen and touch screen buttons that he could carry around with him. Jamie knew that he could switch as often as he wanted, but was never allowed to return to his own body.

It wasn't long before Jamie's body appeared on the body switch network. And I instantly knew Jamie had selected his first new body.

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Jamie followed someone twice his size around the store before he knew he was sure. The guy he selected was built like a god to him and he decided he was going to be the first he was going to try out.

The guy wasn't shop lifting. Jamie had just picked his perfect form as the guy he wanted to be. He zoomed in, He hit the red button. Suddenly Jamie found himself looking at products on the shelf instead of the iPad screen.

He had selected his switch location perfectly, close to the security office where another device had been fitted. The reason he did it so close to the security office was that he knew he only had seconds to lead his old body to the security room before he realised what had happened.

 

He coughed and said in a very unfamiliar voice, "Excuse me sir, can you come with me?"

"Sure" his old body said.

He opened the door and his old body walked in and sat down.

"I feel a bit funny, something isn't right, I sound and smell different, what's going on, what's happened to me?" his old body asked. His old body then moved his hands to his head, where he would normally feel a cropped head, he now felt waves of longer hair.

"Well sir, I feel the only way you can find out is to show you a mirror." Jamie said

Jamie stayed in the shadows concealing himself from his former bodies view so as not to irritate him any more than was immediately necessary. He handed a mirror to him. His former body looked into it.

"What the fuck," he exclaimed. "I'm not me, who am I?"

"Sir I assure you, you are yourself. You banged your head earlier and you seem to have forgotten a few things." Jamie said

The whole experience was new to Jamie, and looking over to his old self he quickly realised that it far from perfect. His new double still hadn't seen the name tag on his inherited uniform, it had Jamie's name embossed on its plastic surface. Checking his notes Jamie quickly figured out it would soon be OK, stepping out from the shadows he knew new beefed up body would be no match for his old body should The guy in Jamie's body began to look at himself.

"What, why even, Why am I wearing, a supermarket uniform?" he asked.

He then noticed he was wearing a name badge, it read Jamie.

"Jamie, that's not my name, who the fuck is Jamie. Jamie customer services and security manager, my name is..... Uuurrrggghhh this weird i can’t think straight, this is not my body I’m not Jamie I am so confused. My name is, my names Ryan. What's going on?"

“Sir I feel I need to explain. My name is Jamie, I have stolen your body, there is no way to swap back, the second you leave this room, everything I need to know about you and your body will be transferred into my head. Our clothes will be replaced so I am wearing a uniform that fits me and you will be wearing something weedy from my wardrobe. You will then forget the body you once owned and looked after so perfectly. You will realise you have always had the body you have now. You will still be Ryan."

"Not a fucking chance," he stated. "Swap us back now or there's gonna be some shit going on in here"

He stood up and attempted to push the chair away from himself and table towards Jamie. It was hilarious as he fell flat on his back and the chair flung from under him. The table never moved. He then tried to lift the table with one hand, then with two. It never moved.

Jamie then moved to help him up then picked up the table with one hand. He wasn't happy at that point and came pounding towards him with his clenched fist. Jamie was amazed at how quick he reacted as he moved his open hand and cupped his former fist in his new hand. Stopping him in his tracks.

Jamie knew that this wasn't going to end easy and it ended up grabbing ryan by his collar and dragging him out of the room. Fortunately the knowledge and clothes swap happened fairly quickly and no one noticed a thing. It was a quick in and out with a bit of a scuffle but nothing that would of been picked up by the other guards. Ryan apologised and he let him go.

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Jamie never told me what he did in Ryan's body after that but I knew he was really happy after he swapped. I also know he tries out another body once a month, you should see the grin on his face when he has a new body. Of course each new body reacts differently sometimes they put up quite a fight, after all Jamie's new body may not be as strong as his last.

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Once a Daly

Guest Post by Brody

I stop and smiled for the camera as I headed for the Olympic stadium. I couldn't believe I had actually made it here. Well I guess I hadn't really made it into the Olympics originally. I was just a fan who got extremely lucky.

It was a couple days before the opening ceremonies when I was outside of a local gym getting ready to head home. I had always been a huge fan of Tom Daley when I saw him coming into the gym. He seemed friendly so I approached just for the chance to meet him. I chatted with him for a few minutes before he told me to follow him into the steam room. I was nervous and yet excited at the same time. I wasn't sure if he was into me or what but this seemed like a good chance to find out. We entered the steam room and found it empty and Tom grinned.

“Ok here is the deal” Tom said to me. “I am competing and am nervous and don't really want to. So you need to be me.”

I just stared at him for a second before finding my voice. “What do you mean be you?”

“I mean you and I are going to swap places. You go and compete as me and I will be you and watch. You will have all my memories so you can do it. I just want to relax and watch it.” He said to me with a serious look.

“You are serious. Man I couldn't take the chance from you. You worked so hard to get where you are” I said totally shocked he was saying this.

“I am and I am not taking no for an answer.” he said before grabbing me and kissing me deeply.

I am not sure how much time had passed but I woke up in the steam room on the floor. It was just me in there. I looked around wondering if I had worked out to hard. I felt funny though. Like my body was more fit and slightly shorter.

As I exited the steam room I caught my reflection. It wasn't my normal one but that of Tom Daley.

“No fucking way” I said with his voice totally shocked at what I looked at. I felt my body thinking this was just a dream.

Tom's or I guess my phone buzzed as I got a text, it was from my old number. ** Thanks again man....I hope you enjoy the time to be me and we can talk again after you compete **

I tried to call but he wouldn't answer me. I guess I don't have a choice whether I compete or not now.

It has been several days since the change and I must say I am loving it. I am hot and everyone loves me. Part of me almost doesn't want to switch back after the Olympics, I wonder if the real Tom will feel the same way?

The Pet, Part 1

By Seuzz

"Hey Jan," Michael said, bounding up beside the other student and clapping him on the shoulder.

"John," the boy corrected him. He gave Michael a narrow look.

Michael blinked. "I can never tell the two of you apart," he muttered.

"No one can," John said, relaxing a little. "You could look at my clothes, though." He plucked at his basketball jersey. "I'm the one who goes out for sports," he said loftily.

"If you two are identical, how come--"

"Jan just doesn't go for team activities. We play ball all the time at home, though." He and Michael continued walking along the covered portico in front of the high school, then turned past the band/orchestra room. "I bet he could kick your ass."

"I'd like to see him try," Michael laughed. "You should invite me over. Hey Kathleen."

"Losers." The two boys had to stop--less because they wanted to ogle the head cheerleader than because she had stepped right into their path and was imperiously shaking out her hair and adjusting her skirt before moving on. They turned to watch her go.

Michael nudged John. "You should invite her over to your house sometime."

"She'd kick my ass and then wouldn't show up," John sighed.

"Well, I'd show up if you asked me, though I'd punch you if you tried kissing me, you pussy gay-ass faggot!"

John flinched in surprise, but relaxed again at Michael's friendly grin. "Why are you here so late after school?" he asked cautiously.

"Detention. You know how it is." He swung his arm around and rubbed his shoulder. "Zelezny frowns on vigilante violence, but it's the only way to keep the plebes in line."

"I thought maybe you had football practice."

"Not today. Where you off to now?"

They'd come to the bike racks, and John was unlocking his. "Home. Eventually." He hiked his backpack up further onto his shoulders. "Probably just ride around a bit first."

"Well, I'll see you later," Michael said, and rubbed his nose with the heel of his hand.

John smiled weakly, then mounted his bike and pedaled away. He resisted the urge to glance back.

* * * * *

"Hey boy, I'm happy to see you too!" John exclaimed as he dropped the bike in front of the side gate. "Are you excited to see me? Are you?"

The golden retriever leaped at the fence, barking joyfully. John pushed through the gate and let the dog plant its paws on his shoulders, and he rubbed its ears and neck lovingly. "Did they feed you yet?" The dog barked again. "They didn't? What's wrong with them?" The dog bounded along happily beside him as he crossed to the plastic bin that held the dog food. From it he scooped two cups of feed into the dirty bowl, and Landru--named for the benevolent, omnipresent deity in an old science-fiction show--gobbled it down, seeming to forget its benefactor.

John passed into the house. "I'm home! Mom? Jan?" No one answered, but he wasn't surprised. He passed through the living room and into the back part of the house, to dump his backpack onto one of the beds in the room he shared with his twin brother. He opened the laptop and checked his email. There was one from his dad with the subject line "Do you need $$$?" He quickly deleted it unread, as he did with almost all his father's emails.

"Yo! You home yet?" a voice called faintly from the front of the house.

"I'm back here!"

Running footsteps heralded the arrival of Jan, who bounded into the room and leaped onto his own bed. "You didn't clean up after yourself this morning," he said smugly. "Mom is so going to yell at you."

"I'll tell her it was your fault."

"Oh, she knows whose fault it is," Jan gloated. "I told her." He laughed as John flipped him off.

They were both sixteen, and as Michael had intimated, identical in everything but their wardrobes: sun-bleached hair, rosy cheeks, eyes that twinkled and lips that curled with mischief and happiness. Both were lanky, with big wrists and elbows and hands and knees and feet, and both were thin like bows taut with latent energy ready to spring out. Jan drummed his hands on the bed. "So how was practice?"

"'s okay," John shrugged. "I ran into Michael Stroud afterward."

"Yeah? Your nose isn't caved in."

"He was actually nice to me."

"Pfft. Freak is bipolar. So what are we gonna do? Xbox?"

"I thought I'd take Landru for a run."

"Didn't you get enough running at practice? I wanna shoot guys."

"Where were you?" John asked, and a peevishness leaped into his voice "No one fed him."

"Who, Landru? That's your job. You're the one who wanted a dog."

"And when we got him, you did too. Don't you like Landru?"

"I love Landru. But I wasn't the one stupid enough to say 'Please mom, if we get a dog I'll feed him every day'!" Jan grinned.

"Well, you stay and fire up the Xbox. Get the first few levels cleared," John replied. "I'm taking Landru over to the field. After I take a long shit," he added.

* * * * *

Landru bounded and ran and sniffed and barked and chased after the croquet ball John had brought with him. He started at one point to run into the pond, but a sharp word from the teenager brought him back. After a good thirty minutes John said "Home, boy," and the dog ran off while his master followed at a much slower pace.

His mom was back by the time he arrived. "Set the table," she said from the kitchen as he walked past.

"Hi mom," he replied, stepping back to stand in the door frame.

"Hi honey. Set the table?"

He looked around. "Are we all eating together tonight?"

She looked up from the pot she'd set on the stove. "Don't you want to eat with your mother?" she said with the gravity of a woman who knows she is making her son feel guilty, and hating herself for it, but is unable to stop herself. When John winced, she relented with a sigh. "You boys can eat in your room again. Like always."

"Mom, if you want us to--"

"No, it's alright. I have some work I have to do anyway."

"Where's Jan?"

"I sent him to the store. How's Landru?"

"Exhausted. My brother will forget stuff, you know."

She gave him a look. "You wanna chase after him, hold his hand?"

"It'll piss him off," John grinned.

"Don't use bad words, sweetheart. He's got the list. But here--" She jotted on a slip of paper as the water heated. "You have money?"

"Enough for these things," John replied as he glanced at the list, and dashed out the door.

* * * * *

John was in the middle of his homework when he felt eyeballs on the back of his head. He looked around to find Jan in the doorway, frowning at him. "Are you pissed at me?" his twin asked.

"Don't use bad words," John replied.

"Fuck you," Jan retorted, then glanced worriedly over his shoulder. "Are you pissed at me?"

"Why would I be pissed at you?"

"Because you went to the wrong store and couldn't find me?"

"No, it's not that." John turned back to his homework, pencil poised thoughtfully over the paper. But when he turned back, it was with a seeming change of subject. "We should invite Michael Stroud over for some ball."

Jan's eyes widened. "Are you--" Again, he glanced over his shoulder. "Are you fucking nuts?"

"We can take him, the two of us. He doesn't do hoops. You can even be on his team. I'll still win." He smiled faintly. "Won't that be sweet?"

"He won't take us up on it."

"It was his idea."

"He won't remember. I told you, he's a freak, all mental." Jan waved his hands around his head. "And if you ask him, he'll try punching you but wind up hitting me."

"So we challenge him in front of his friends. He won't back down then."

Jan groans. "I don't want to have to deliver your eulogy, but if that's what you want to do," he conceded glumly. "Anyway, are we okay now?" John nodded happily. "Awesome. Oh, Mom's taking me to church with her. The choir director needs help moving stuff."

"Do I need to come?" John asked. His brother shook his head.

* * * * *

As John returned to his studies, Jan went out to the car. But instead of getting in the passenger side, he climbed behind the wheel. He then smoothly pulled off his baggy t-shirt and expertly slipped on a bra and blouse. As he shook at his hair he simultaneously plucked at his chest, and each time he did so, the fabric as it settled bulged out a little more, until it was draping over soft, maternal breasts. His hair fell lower and lower, covering his eyes and the back of his neck, and changing from a bleached blonde to a ruddy chestnut. His features bled and ran like mascara in the rain. But it was running in reverse, and when it cleared he was neatly and expertly made up. He slipped a few pins into his hair, then slid off his tennis shoes and pulled on the pumps that were in the floorboard. He was already in "mom jeans."

Then, as the spitting image of his and John's mother, he started the car and backed into the street.

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Just to Kick Back

Sometimes it’s just nice to kick back for a while and relax.

When you’ve been a jock and needed to ‘keep up appearances’ by going to the gym, eating the right food - yada, yada it’s great to just take a break.

That’s where my good friend Terry comes in. He’s not a muscle jock but, he’s got a nice comfortable build, charming personality and lots of friends.

Sure, he knows about my trick and has done for a long time now, but he’s cool about it. If fact he’s asked me to put him in some guys before, which of course I’ve done. He likes the change up of a gear just as much as I do.

Because of the favours I do for him he volunteers his body for me to use. I’ve never needed a house as I hop between people’s lives living in theirs. But when I need a break I always return to Terry sometimes for a couple of days sometimes a lot longer; two months I think was the longest.

He trusts me to maintain his life, which of course I do; family and other friends never notice any difference when I’m in residence.

When I knocked on his door, he was so glad to see me; giving me a huge hug before inviting me in. We talked about the six months I’d been away, he was always interested in my adventures.

It had been a good hour before he realised what the time was, “Oh shit man, my new friend will be here soon.” With a wink he said, “I think you’ll like them.”

I smiled, knowing that soon I’d know them as well as he did.

Terry glanced at the bedroom, “We should get moving.” I nodded and followed him.

He laid on the bed resting his arms above him, and closed his eyes with a smile on his face.

I climbed on top of him matching his position and with a deep breath slipped into Terry’s frame.

Getting up gave me a little head rush as I caught up with his memories for the past six months, and then it felt like I’d never been away.

Looking in the mirror, I remembered how much i liked being him, he wasn’t fat just chunky. Thick heavy pecs, strong shoulders and biceps it all looked good to me. Having already latched onto his memories, I remembered it was also his personality that warmed not only me, but everyone he met.

A cheeky smile flashed across my face, something I’d missed so much just as the doorbell rang.

I bounded over to the door and opened it, “Hey!” I beamed, and pulled them in for a big hug, planting a kiss on their cheek.

“Let me just finish getting dressed, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Moments later we were leaving the house. We had a reservation at the swanky new restaurant downtown, and I was going to make sure we both enjoyed it.

Caption This (4th Aug)

**THE STORIES ARE IN THE COMMENTS**

 

Some possible scenarios;

1. Chris twisted, and he felt something give. Quickly he removed his vest and checked…
2. Chris felt something move under his skin, he scratched the irritation and was shocked to find it was moving…
3. There was a sharp pain to his hip, and he looked around; it was Jeff, and he had a pistol in his hand. Chris looked down and pulled a tranquiliser dart from his hip before it all went dark…