Confidence

by SlickPsych

My jaw dropped when I saw my reflection in the mirror; I was literally flabbergasted! I hadn’t expected my wish and my plan to work, but it had. I was Mr. Anderson!

Last night before bed, I had wished on a shooting star to be like Mr. Anderson, but to actually be him? I hadn’t quite anticipated this. I flipped my beefy palms over and looked at the lines on my light brown palms. I noticed a hangnail and bit it off really quickly; which isn’t a good sign… Tim bites his nails, not me… I'm going to have to concentrate to fully merge into my new body...

Kyle Anderson is a counslor at my high school. I had to meet with him three times a week ever since I had been placed on suicide watch after winter break last semester. I was always being picked on for being a skinny nerd. Instinctively I began to flex my brown biceps; not only were my arms a different color than pale white, but they were bulging with power. I ran my palms over my beautiful chocolate chest, lightly pinching a nipple. I knew that I loved it when my partner, Rico, played with them with his tongue. All that work that I had been pulling in the gym was paying off, I thought as I smacked my chest. Yes, my student Tim could benefit from going to the gym.

Since I am a gay man myself, Tim found it comforting and inspiring to see such a beautiful man like me be so confident in my sexuality – and my masculinity. I like to inspire self-worth and acceptance, because I had once had trouble with those elements until I started to work out and invest in my looks. Yes, once I began putting on meat and started getting rid of fat, I started getting more attention in the gym. Then, one day, I met Rico: the love of my life. Blood started flowing to my penis, and I reached a heavy hand down there to massage my balls and stroke my tool.

After a few months of counseling, Tim began to ask me more personal questions – almost as if he were trying to get to the essence of my personal journey. He always brought in some weird charm to our sessions, and for some reason I wasn’t afraid to break my professional reservations and tell him very intimate details about my personal life… even down to how Rico and I made love. He seemed intrigued by gay sex, and expressed a deep desire to experience it.

It didn’t help that Rico always picked me up after work, and that Tim was my last session of the day. I could see the hunger in his eyes.

I shake my head. Yea, it’s confusing. I knew the wish in tandem with the spell would merge our consciousness, but I didn’t expect it to confuse my thoughts. Let me focus. I need to see myself as Kyle Anderson; I am him and him alone. I gaze intently in the mirror, focusing on my eyes, making myself look sexy.

Yea, Rico is lucky to have such a sexy motherfucker as his lover. Tim’s damn lucky to have me as his coach, too. I puff my luscious lips out and give myself a kiss from afar.

“Damn, I’m one sexy fucker,” my baritone booms in my Brooklyn accent.

I hope Tim’s going to have a good day. Something tells me that he’s going to come in and tell me about a strange dream he may have had about making love with Rico. I’m going to start riding public transit home and ask him to stop bringing in that charm. It’ best if we keep a professional distance and stop sharing intimate things…  after all, I don’t want him to get any strange ideas.

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Motocross Swap

It was too much... The homework and studying for my tests have finally driven me mad. I left my house so I could clear my head. Mid terms were coming up next week and I needed to make sure I passed everything and such.  My name is Colin and I am a Sophomore at the University of Nevada.

Walking down the road I start to walk in the desert where its just peaceful and relaxing. I hear the low hum of a dirt bike in the distance but pay no attention and just keep walking. After about 10minutes that low hum became an overwhelming sound when it flew by me throwing up dust everywhere and barely missing me as I jumped out of the way into a sagebrush.

 

The rider quickly parked the bike and ran towards me asking if I was alright and apologizing for almost hitting me. He introduced himself as Jeff and told me he was practicing for a race this weekend.

 

"Dude I am so sorry man I never saw you out there I was too focused on speed and the jumps." He said.

"Its ok I should know better to walk around the desert anyways." I said. He helped me up and I got real light headed so he helped me to his truck, which was not that far from everything. The truck was a fully loaded 2012 Chevy Silverado looked expensive. I asked Jeff how old he was and he said he was only 22 and he was a semi-pro racer in motocross. "Its a hard life and I am always practicing and racing all the time." He said.

 

After he finished talking he took his shirt off and said how hot it was outside and wiped the sweat off his face.

 

I told him about who I was and how I was stressed with school and mid terms. He said how he wished that he could be in college and working on a career with a slower pace. Racing was always go go go and never time to rest. I told him i wished the opposite where I could race bikes and be in a fast pace life. I asked maybe if this summer I could join him maybe help him in the pits or just watch. I felt something bite my leg and quickly twitched to swat it away but I saw nothing. At that same moment Jeff felt the same thing and swat at the air.

 

Jeff walked to his bike and said " do you mind if I take a leak?" "Go ahead man I don't mind" I yelled. He quickly pulled his pants down and started peeing and was going a while before he finally finished.

 

 

I heard Jeff finish and then I saw him just fall over on his side. I ran over and felt really light headed and passed out several feet from him.

 

I woke up with a pounding headache and next to Jeff's bike. I stood up and noticed I was now wearing his boots and pants but something didn't feel right. I looked down and said it wasn't my body.

 

I heard a noise and looked over and saw my body standing up and looking puzzled.

 

We stood in shock before Jeff yelled this is amazing I can now know how it feels to not be racing and be in college and you can get your fast pace you wanted.

 

We talked for a while and realized that we had the others memories and knew pretty much what the other did but we still knew what we did before the swap.

 

Jeff Decided it would be a good idea to head back to our homes and live out the weekend as the other and then try and swap back afterwards,

 

I watched as my body walked towards my house as I still was standing by my new life and truck.

 

I figured it would a good as time as any to explore my new body and see what all it has to offer.

 

After I finished jerking off I felt amazing and cleaned up with some rags I had in the truck and put my clothes back on and went back for a ride. I knew I was going to have a fun time being Jeff and racing.

A week went by and Jeff and I kept texting and finally met up we tried for hours to reenact how to swap and couldn't. Even the all knowing google.com didn't know any real ways.

 

Jeff decided if he was going to be me then why not be my pit crew and join in that way all the pressure isn't on him but on the racer which was now me.

Racing is amazing every weekend we have a new venue and I have been getting 1st or 2nd every time... which was better than the old Jeff ever did. Jeff got my grades amazing and after finals he took the next semester off so we can tour around the country for Supercross.

Stranger in a bar

I had seen this guy walking around town all the time. The perfect job look. He had a strong jawline and dressed like the typical straight guy. He had that cocky look to him but yet you could see there was an innocence to him yet. I started to take a real interest into him and wanted to get closer. Figured hell I would try to befriend him because he seemed like a real sweet guy.

I finally got the courage to approach him at the bar and offered to buy him a drink. We sat and chatted. I found out his name was Anthony and he was working at an investment company in the city. We were getting along perfectly and really enjoying talking. The bartender then brought over some drinks for us bought by some stranger. We cheers to the drink and have a good time.

It was some time later when I noticed Anthony was feeling pretty drunk. I offered to take him home. We got to his apartment and he was really starting to stumble. We got him inside when I noticed something was really wrong. Anthony wasn’t moving really. I laid him on the couch and went to get him some water to help sober him up. When I came back that is when I noticed something was really wrong.

Anthony was laying there only he didn’t look like he had before. He seemed thinner. I went over and tapped him and when his mouth opened tons of air rushed out and he flattened out. I stared to panic. I was so scared he was dead. I tried to open his mouth to do CPR when I noticed it was stretchy. This got me curious about what happened to him. His mouth was super stretchy so I figured at this point I would see why.

It stretched enough that I could easily get my feet into his. As I started to slip him on I found his body was empty just like a suit. He felt like a wetsuit almost. I kept pulling him on as he clung to my body perfectly. I walked into the bathroom once I had his body on and looked in the mirror as I pulled his head on. With a gasp I pulled it up. Looking back at me was Anthony. It was crazy. I figured I must be dreaming and passed out somewhere.

After several hours I realized this was real. I was learning what Anthony knew and feeling like he would. I could almost feel his presence but yet he seemed really relaxed with me in him.

I am not sure how it happened or why but it has been months now since I became Anthony. I think the stranger in the bar had something to do with this but I am not sure. The old me vanished and no one seemed to notice. I now get to be the man I had always wanted. A nice jock with a great job. I am so thankful I was able to befriend Anthony.

Gallery

Guest Post by Erick S.

 

I wanted muscles today. Not just an athletic swimmer’s body, or even a football jock like I had been yesterday. I wanted a lot of muscles. Like a bodybuilder. Standing in front of the mirror, I unlocked my phone, opened up the Gallery app, and started browsing my pics. I knew that didn’t have too many truly huge guys in my collection. I don’t know, honestly, if there even were any professional bodybuilders who lived around here. I lived right by campus, so Big Men on Campus and hot freshman jocks were easy to come by. Bodybuilders, not so much.

“I’m gonna have to find out where the closest bodybuilding gym is,” I noted to myself as I continued flipping through the photos.

I stopped at a few of the pics, remembering the hot times I’d had as this guy, or all the guys I’d fucked using that guy’s body the other weekend. The awesome trip to the lake with this stud Jeremy’s body earlier in the summer. There were a few in there that I’d used multiple times. A few of my favorites. But I kept searching. I knew I had a bodybuilder somewhere.

Finally, I found the one I’d been thinking of. This huge dude I’d seen completely by chance in the airport food court a couple of months ago. I guessed that he was travelling to a competition somewhere -- his body was certainly competition-ready. The guy was wearing a sleeveless workout shirt at the airport and his giant guns were out on full display. I was so stunned seeing him there that I almost forgot to snap a pic, but I got one just as he was standing up from his table. The pic was a little blurry, not always the best scenario, but I think I’d gotten enough of him for the app to work.

I hit the “Select” button and held the phone up to the mirror. I caught a quick look at my normal reflection as the timer on the screen counted down. I didn’t spend too much time looking like that these days. “3... 2... 1.”

The flash went off and I felt an instant spurt in growth, like every single muscle in my body was being inflated and pumped up. It felt like I had exploded -- Well, I had! I had probably nearly tripled in size! I let out a deep grunt as the flash cleared from my eyes.

“Fuck. Yeah!” I growled, checking out my new physique.

This one was massive. Definitely the biggest I’d ever been. And I had all these big veins everywhere. I just felt like I wanted to lift some heavy shit! I flexed my arms and tightened my muscles in the mirror. I didn’t know a whole lot about flexing, and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to pull it off in a competition. But damn, I looked like a fuckin’ monster!

“Maybe today would be a good day to find that bodybuilding gym,” I said to myself, loving how much of the mirror I took up now, “I gotta get more guys like this in my Gallery!”

Hired Help

By Gary Travis

He had been my hired help around the house for months and I trusted him implicitly. Obviously I hired him for his looks and although he was talented at maintaining my house, it was more the view I was interested in. 9 hours over 3 days a week he was all mine; shame I could only memorise with thoughts about what I could do with him.

I was a young millionaire, after my parents died, I inherited all of their fortunes. So long as I looked after the accountants, my money looked after its self. I lived of a monthly interest payment which was high enough for me to enjoy life with constant nights out, parties and lots of fun. I didn’t want anything to change. I was fairly attractive and wanted for nothing.

Anthony was his name a 6ft bushy haired stud; bit of a skater boy. He worked for minimum wage. He was obviously gay, he was far too attractive to be straight and his mannerisms’ confirmed it. His only duty for me over the 3 days was to clean my house from top to bottom. I would help him in my own little way ensuring I got as much viewing time as possible. He always used my own stuff for cleaning.

That was until about a month ago when he brought his own vacuum cleaner into my house. I questioned him about it, and he told me that mine wasn’t working. I left it there but I wasn’t really happy with this piece of ancient machinery being in my house, I was sure it would do more harm than good to the cleaning side of things.

“Don’t worry,” Anthony said with a sinister cheeky grin on his face, “this baby will make you see your house in a whole new light.”

Even more concerned now, I decided the best thing to do would be to leave him too it disappear for a while, so I headed to my bedroom for a cat nap.

I must have been in a really deep sleep. I was disturbed by a sudden loud whirring noise and Anthony knelt over the top of me. As at that point, I blacked out; The last thing I remember was a black suction tube being placed over my nose.

When I finally woke up again, I was moving around my house, but I wasn’t able to control my own movements, unable to speak. It seemed I was on auto pilot. Was I dead, possessed or still asleep in some kind of dream?

My body moved towards my bathroom where I ended up staring my own reflection in my own mirror. “What the hell was going on?” I thought to myself. That’s when my nightmare was realised.

My own hands were rubbing my pecs and abs in quite an intimidating sexual motion. My head tilted as my hands followed a treasure trail and peered down my shorts. My own voice said “Anthony, you have done well this time, perfect body, millions in the bank”

“Holy shit!” I silently screamed “Anthony has taken over me, I'm trapped inside my own body like some kind of puppet.”

Over the next few days I was horrified and crying inside not only at the money he was wasting; MY MONEY ; but also the strange things he was doing with my body, sexual things, things I could never even imagined were possible. I was still unable to move or communicate; all I could do was take whatever he was doing.

After about a week, I began being able to do simple things, small movements of my fingers, twitches of my head. I found that if I concentrated hard enough, I could pick things up. Finally my chance to communicate when Anthony sat down at my computer, I could type away on the computer and he could read and respond.

Suddenly, I could see and move again, I was sat on a chair next to him. I looked down at my self, I was almost invisible, ghost like. Also, I wasn’t me I was Anthony.

“Well, this is a start” I said to him.
“Let me explain.” he said. “To you, your body is dead, you can no longer access it or its thoughts, I am in control as you have previously discovered. I know you have a few questions and I will try to explain some of them.
First, this happens to approximately 1 in every 100 people that our alien race does this too, you were right to be suspicious of the device I brought into your house. What it did was suck your body inside it, ate its insides, and then it pumped your skin suit out onto my body, retaining your knowledge for me. I am human looking and if you wish and will pass off as human to any medical examination, I can create a duplicate of my own body, the one inside this suit, you can then take control of it. I will give you £1million. You will then disappear, signing a non-disclosure document and create a new life. I am really sorry, normally, this does not happen, and when it does, I have never known for the surrogate to be able to control and communicate. Does this meet with your approval?”

I mustered over it for a few moments before lunging for him with a fist. My hand and arm passed straight through him and I almost fell flat on my face.

“Err,” he said. “There is something else you should know. In your current form, you have no purpose, you are a {spirit} form, you can not eat or touch anything. You have a few options.
1. When I'm here, you can live as you are now>
2. You can return to being conscious inside me
3. You can choose for me to create a duplicate of me and you can become with me with that £1million to disappear and create a new life, there is also a special bonus to this that I will tell you about later.”

“Well, I have no choice do I? I choose to become you” I sobbed.

Anthony disappeared for a few seconds and came back with the device that had taken away my body only a few weeks back. He fiddled around with it and told me that a new body would be created in 5 days’ time for me; Great I thought.

“Right, your special bonus. Now you have chosen to have my body, for the next 5 days, you are my slave. After that you are released. If you object, your new body will be erased and started again, making sure it takes another 5 days.
You can make your body a solid form for 2 hours per seamen intake, so the more you suck my cock, the more you get to be a solid human form. Again, this is preprogramed into you. Oh and by the way, during your 2 hours, it’s your duty to clean this house.”

“Yes Master, I live to service you” was the only reply I could muster, of course this is what I had to say, not what I wanted to say.

I lived for those 5 days servicing my master whenever he demanded and as promised on day 6 I was presented with my new body and £1 million plus a bit more as payment. Compensation he called it.

I did as he asked and disappeared to Miami and began a new life.

"The Changeling" – Guest Post by Seuzz

"Sometimes he looks like my father," the boy said. His tone was placid and matter-of-fact, and he didn't raise his eyes from the paper that he was coloring. "Sometimes he looks like my brother." He chose another color. "He fixes my breakfast and lunch, and he cleans the house when no one else is at home."

His teacher twisted her neck to look at the drawing. It was a picture of a house, with a dog and a child playing in front of it. "Does he ever look like anyone else," she gently asked.

The child shook his head, then frowned. "One time he looked like another man. In the park."

"What was he doing in the park?" She glanced up at the school psychiatrist, who was listening intently, but who had not spoken up to this point.

"I don't know. He just was." The boy started drawing a tree. "I was on the swings. Another boy pushed me off. He came over and told the boy to leave me alone. Then he told me who he was, and that I should probably go home because supper would be ready in an hour."

"Was there anyone else there when he told you this?"

The boy shrugged, then said "I don't remember."

"What do your father and brother say about him?"

The boy looked up, puzzled. "They're not there. Except when he's being them."

"Is he both of them at the same time?"

"I don't know." The boy began to sound irritated. "It's just him and me there, mostly. Except when he's gone."

"Where does he go?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think he would talk to me?" Todd shrugged. "If I came out to visit your house, would he be there?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Who would he look like?"

"I don't know." Todd sounded very tired and put the crayons down.

"Does he have a name?" the teacher asked. The psychiatrist blinked, and smiled encouragingly at her.

"Daryl," the boy replied matter-of-factly.

* * * * *

"Oh, I know all about Daryl," Theodore Emmett said with a smile. "I don't think Todd has any secrets from me. I don't have any from him, either. Except, of course, the ones that no one tells an eight-year-old boy."

Dr. Lloyd Tollefson smiled in reply. "How long has Todd been ... ah ... acquainted with Daryl?"

Emmett scratched his nose. "About nine months, I guess. Yeah, it was around Christmas time."

"How did you find out about Daryl?"

"Todd asked me one day if I was Daryl. I asked who Daryl was, and he said that Daryl was his friend. I said that I was his friend, so that must mean that I was Daryl."

"A clever reply," the psychiatrist said. He glanced around the living room, which was mostly clean though certainly disordered from ordinary living. The apartment was very small, and the sounds of other tenants leaked in easily through the thin walls. "Your other son is also sometimes Daryl?"

"I suppose so. Yes, he is, now that I think about it. Sometimes Todd tells me that Daryl was Greg that afternoon."

"What does Greg think of this?"

"I guess he tolerates it. I've told him that Daryl is Todd's friend, and that when it is his turn to be Daryl that he has to be nice to Todd."

"Is he ever not nice to Todd?"

"I've never heard them seriously quarrel, so I think it's easy for Greg to be Daryl."

"What does your wife think of this?"

Emmett's smile faded. "My wife is dead," he said. "We separated because I had been drinking too much. Then she was in a car accident. It's a hell of thing if that's what it takes to get you to sober up."

"I'm sorry," Dr. Tollefson said. There was an awkward moment, which the psychiatrist chose to fill by returning to the main topic. "Do you know that other people are sometimes Daryl?"

Emmett's mouth tightened. "I know it has sometimes happened," he says. "Todd has told me that Daryl has spoken to him outside of the house—"

"When he looks like other people."

"Yes. I've asked, and it has turned out it was strangers being helpful to my son. I've told him that it was very nice of Daryl to help him, but that not everyone he meets is Daryl, and that he should wait for Daryl to tell him who he is before he trusts them."

"It's still a dangerous delusion."

"I've been quite emphatic," Emmett replied firmly.

"That's not exactly what I meant," Dr. Tollefson said, rising with a sigh. "It's a most interesting friend your son has, but it doesn't strike me as a very healthy delusion."

"Maybe it's not a delusion," Emmett snapped. "Maybe it's an angel, someone watching over Todd and protecting him by taking possession of people."

"You don't believe that," Dr. Tollefson said. "You certainly don't believe that you are being possessed by an angel." They held each other's eyes for a moment before Emmett relaxed.

"No, I don't," he admitted. "But our lives have been much nicer since Daryl came along."

Dr. Tollefson bit the inside of his cheek, and then ventured onto the dangerous ground. "You almost lost custody of your children, over alcohol abuse, and not that long ago," he said softly.

He expected an outburst, but Emmett just smiled sadly. "I know. Just before my wife died. Greg had run away to live with her, even. I was a mess." He sighed. "But then he came back after she died. Maybe Daryl came with him, because that's when I got my ... got my stuff together." He smiled again. "You see? I don't even cuss anymore."

"I like you, Mr. Emmett," said Dr. Tollefson. "Certainly I want to believe you. But for the sake of your son's long-term health ..." He trailed off. "As I said, I like you, and because I like you I'm going to confess that this matter won't end with this interview."

"Whatever you have to do, doctor ... What did you say your name was again?" Tollefson repeated it. "Whatever you have to do, Dr. Tollefson."

The men shook hands and parted.

On his way home, Dr. Tollefson turned over in his head the most intriguing bit of information, that "Daryl" had appeared about the time that the teenage son had returned home. He genuinely liked Emmett, and didn't want to share his dark suspicion about the other son until he'd had a chance to look into certain juvenile records.

For his part, Emmett stood thoughtfully in the living room for a spell, then retreated to the dining nook to look up some records himself on the internet. Then he repaired to the bedroom, where he spent the rest of the evening preparing a batch of injections. The chemicals were expensive, but he had satchels and satchels of stolen money hidden behind a fake panel he'd installed in the closet.

* * * * *

"There's nothing to the matter," Dr. Tollefson told Mrs. Roberts a few days later. "Forget what I told you last Friday. I've already told social services they can delete the file I asked them to set up."

"But this imaginary friend," she said. She glanced over at Todd, who was reading to himself in the corner of the classroom.

"Just an imaginary friend," the doctor replied. "Didn't you have one when you were small?"

She seemed uneasy, but he was a professional. "Can I talk to you about it later?"

"There's nothing to talk about," he said brusquely. "Besides, I'm going on vacation tomorrow." She looked startled. "Mad, sudden trip, all the way to Argentina," he said. "Just got the bug, all of a sudden." He smiled. "Maybe I won't even come back." She congratulated him and left him alone, as she went out to watch the children on the playground.

Dr. Tollefson went over to Todd and knelt down by the desk. "Do you know who I am," he asked the boy. Todd shrugged. "I always tell you where I am," Dr. Tollefson said. "Right? Just for today, I'm Daryl." Todd's eyes widened, then he smiled.

Dr. Tollefson stroked his hair gently. "I always tell you the truth, Todd," he said soothingly. "Some day, I'll tell you more of it. But always remember, I'm your friend.

"And I will never ... never ... let anyone hurt you in any way."

That promise made, he left for his office. On the way he rubbed his forearm. It showed no marks, but beneath that skin was another, and the badly healed burn marks left by a drunken, rarely ceased to trouble Gregory Daryl Emmett.

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Tebowing

Growing up I had always been that skinny nerd all the jock had picked on. I tried to work out but it never helped me to gain any weight. I was a closet football fan too. I always hid the fact I enjoyed watching the game because the bigger guys would make fun of me saying I only liked it because of the guys. That wasn’t true.

I finally got the chance to attend my first NFL game watching the NY Jets. I didn’t know much of the team but as soon as I saw him I knew I had to be him. Tim Tebow had always been a favorite of mine but seeing him in person was amazing. His sweaty body, his cocky attitude, yet he was still shy in a way.

When I got home that night I went to work. I started to look into ways to get Tebow’s manly body. After hours of searching online I found the spell I was finally looking for. It was going to swap us and make it so Tebow would not ever remember his old life. He would just believe he was me. The only problem with this spell was I needed something of his.

The part of getting something that belonged to him took way longer than I had planned. After a few months I finally got into the locker room and was able to raid his locker. There was so much to choose but I finally took one of his sweaty work out shirts.

That night I got to work setting up the spell. After hours nothing had happened and I figured I got scammed and committed a theft for nothing. I went to bed disappointed I fell for this scam.

The next morning I woke up really groggy and feeling out of it. I stumbled to the bathroom. I didn’t know what was up but everything seemed familiar yet different. When I got to the mirror that is when I realized what was different….I was! My body…..I was looking back at Tim Tebow.
I took some time to explore this new manly muscular body. It was a big difference from my 5’4” 100 pound nerdy body. I was a heart throb now!
I have been enjoying my new life. I know everything he does and am getting all this amazing attention. I even had my old bullies come up to me and act so nice. It took all I could to not say something but I just acted the part.

I must admit the one downside is I feel like I am back in school still. The coach always has me studying plays and stuff. t is so much harder to think too. But I guess this isn’t the worst downside for all I get. Plus the guys and girls I attract is amazing.

Bath time

Guest Post by Erick S.

 

“A bath?” my brother Drew laughed me off, “I dunno, bro. No offense, but this whole ‘taking a bath’ thing is a little gay to me.”

“C’mon,” I told him, “I know you’re stressed out about your date with Jess tonight. A nice bath will help you relax. It’s worked all those other times, right?”

“Yeah, man,” he said, “Still can’t believe you got this whole thing set up with Jess. I’ve been trying to hook up with her since she broke up with Matt last summer. You’re sure she’s gonna be there? I’m getting kind of nervous, I haven’t heard anything from her yet.”

“Yeah, she’s gonna be there!” I assured him, “She’s the one who asked me to set this whole thing up when we were out shopping this afternoon. I think she’s really excited about it!”

“Well having a gay little brother has its advantages, I guess,” Drew laughed, “You spend the whole day shopping and getting your nails done with the hottest chicks in town and then you set me up on dates with them. Gotta say that’s kinda cool, bro. Glad you’re living with me this year.”

“Hey, any time. Mom and Dad were totally wrong when they said we’d never be able to live together, right?” I smiled, “Do you want me to get your bath ready?”

“All right, all right,” he finally agreed, “But I don’t want any of that fruity stuff in there. None of those bath oils or whatever. Just plain.”
“You got it, bro,” I said.

That had been exactly one hour ago. Now, pressing my ear up against the bathroom door, I didn’t hear a sound. Cautiously, I turned the knob and peeked in. There was my big brother, laid back in the tub and looking completely knocked out. Just as I had expected. I grinned, looking over his body. He had a nice, athletic build and your typical masculine, scruffy straight-guy look. He looked his best in a pair of basketball shorts, some sort of random, wrinkled t-shirt and a baseball cap -- the kind of thing he could wear out to the gym or over to his bros’ place to watch a game. At least, that was the look I always liked on him best.

I guess if he got all of the typical straight-guy genes, it was only natural that I ended up much smaller and, I guess, more feminine. Which was fine with me, most of the time. But sometimes I envied him for the way he looked, and sometimes I just wanted to wear his body for a couple of hours to have people look at me just like an average dude and not like The Gay Brother. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Sorry, bro,” I said, reaching into the tub and pulling the plug, “No date with Jess tonight after all.”

It didn’t matter. Before I left his body, I would leave him with the memory of having had an amazing date with Jess, and probably add in some hot sex just like he’d been wanting. He was never shy with the way he talked about girls around me. He told me exactly what he liked them to do and what he liked to do to them. It made it really easy for me to create the memories for him.

As the last of the water drained out of the tub, I got undressed. I squished myself into the tub right next to him and took a deep breath. Then, inch by inch, I started to work my way into him, feeling myself completely disappear into his body. There was always this dizzying moment just before I made it all the way in. A nauseating, all-over feeling. I just had to focus on holding my breath. And then I was in.

With a gasp of air, I opened my eyes and looked down at my brother’s buzzed chest. I looked over and twisted my arm. Sure enough, there was his tattoo. I reached up and scratched my scruffy face. He had probably grown this scruff in a day or two. For me, I don’t know if I would get that scruffy even after two weeks of not shaving. I grinned. It felt great being inside of him again.

I stood myself up and grabbed a towel. I dried off my borrowed body, letting myself enjoy my new size and shape. I took a look at myself in the mirror.
“Well, bro,” I said to my reflection, “Since the date with Jess is off, what do ya say we do tonight instead?”

As if on cue, I heard his phone buzz in his bedroom. I finished drying myself off and headed into his room. I could walk around the house totally naked like this, and I loved it.

Something I never knew about him before I started doing this was how big his balls were. It sounds kinda strange, but I loved how heavy they felt and the way they flopped around. Totally different from mine. Our dicks were about the same size, but I liked the way those big balls made me feel.

I reached for his phone on the nightstand. His buddy Bryan had texted him. “O’Tooles tonight?” Local sports bar. Perfect.

“Yeah,” I texted back, “Game starts at 7. Meet you there. Matt coming?”

Another thing I loved about being Drew was the way I just knew everything about sports all of a sudden. When I was inside of him, I knew everything about him, really. Knew all of his friends, knew how he acted around them. Knew the right things to say. It surprised me sometimes how much I could sound like him and act like him. I don’t know if it was a totally perfect impersonation, but more often than not when I was him, I would be out with his buds and after a few beers, it didn’t matter too much anyhow.

I pulled a pair of Fruit of the Loom boxers out of his top drawer. No Andrew Christian briefs for me tonight. I slid them up over my hairy legs and then grabbed a pair of basketball shorts off of the floor and a t-shirt out of the laundry hamper. I liked to wear stuff of his that he’d already worn. Plus, that was totally Drew. Just throwing together an “outfit” out of the first things he could grab. He could never understand my sense of fashion, or how I could spend hours shopping or trying to decide on the right outfit.

I completed the look with a pair of his favorite sneakers and, of course, a baseball cap. I didn’t even need to style my hair or put product in it. It was great. He had a stick of deodorant on top of his dresser and I swiped some on under my shirt. I took a breath in and smiled. I totally smelled like him now.

He had a mirror on the back of his door, and when I stepped in front of it, I saw Drew. Completely and totally. Just a laid-back straight guy heading out to the local sports bar to meet up with a few of his buds. I almost couldn’t contain myself. It was exciting every time.

I took one last confident look at myself, grabbed his keys, and flipped off the light in his bedroom.

“All right, bro,” I said to myself as I headed out the door, “Let’s have us a good night, what do ya say?"

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…