I didn’t care who I looked like to Christian, I just wanted to be with him. I watched through the open door and wondered what I looked like. Of course the reflection in the mirror was my own, but pheromone I’d used fools Christian into thinking I was his ideal partner. Damn, it was going to be an amazing night.
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When I hit a 11 million dollar jackpot in Reno I decided to move to a new area and leave my job. I found a nice home pretty large in a nice area and allowed me to relax and get ready to throw parties with all my friends.I guess at 25 I was doing ok for myself. I figured I would wait till I settled in, so when the house finally was ready for me to move I drove the escalade with boxes up behind the moving truck.
The movers moved all the furniture and everything out of the truck and I spaced the boxes in the escalade.
After everyone was gone I went out and then started carrying the boxes in one by one. I noticed the second trip a boy meet door was watching me and walked over.
"hey I'm Jake, you need any help" he said
"what's up Jake I'm Danny" I told him
Jake helped me move the boxes in and we sat on the couch. We talked for a few hours I found out he was a high school senior and the lacrosse captain. He hated being in high school and wished he could be older. I told him I envied him I wished I could be younger and athletic like him.
He left later on after talking till midnight saying he liked me. He gave me his number and said text him.
I sent him a text an hour later and he sent me "it was a fun night thank you for having me over and I really like you." then a picture came in
I immediately loved it and headed to sleep dreaming about Jake.
The next day I awoke and got dressed and ran errands. When I got home around 4 Jake was waiting at my doorstep.
"hey man I wanted to hang out hope it's ok" he said.
"yeah man it's all good I wanted to hang out" I replied
As we talked Jake seemed a little nervous so I asked him what's going on.
He said that he found a way for us to switch bodies so I could be young and athletic and he could be older and no school. I was intrigued about the idea and said sure let's try it I'm down for anything.
We both got naked and laid down on the bed while he said some spell and then relaxed.
He explained we both had to fuck each other and cum inside each other.
We went on taking turns I went on top first hitting him hard and deep noticing it was his first time so it was tight. Then he topped me and I had never been topped before.
When we finished we both got really tired and passed out.
I woke first and saw myself lying next to me... I couldn't believe it actually worked.
I inspected his body and saw it was amazingly fit and sexy.
I started jacking in the body to see how it felt...
After a while I shot a huge load everywhere creating a huge puddle in front of me.
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Jack got a text from Oliver; his partner. 'Meet me at the cinema, I've got a surprise for you'
It only took twenty minutes to get there but as Jack turned the corner he was surprised not only to see Oliver, but also Tom--Jack's brother.
It was a bit of a shock because Tom absolutely hated Oliver, and as Jack lived in his brothers house made it very clear by not allowing Oliver anywhere near the house.
"Hi guys," Jack said in a careful tone. Oliver smiled as Tom looked on with a glazed look in his eyes.
Oliver pulled Tom in close, and looked as if he was rubbing Tom's back. "Hey, bro' you've come to see the movie with us?" he mumbled.
"You guys made up or something?"
"Yeah, sort of," Oliver said with a smile. "Lets just say I've worked out things with Tom."
Jack looked quizzically at Tom's face. "Have you taken something? You look kinda spaced out."
Oliver gave a wink and beckoned Jack over. "What?" Jack asked. Oliver quickly looked around then nodded behind Tom. Jack looked over Tom's shoulder and was surprised when he saw Oliver's hand pushed deep into Tom's back.
"Cool huh?" Tom muttered, something that made Jack jump.
"Cover me," Oliver muttered as he glanced around the cinemas foyer and back into the corner. Jack watched as his friend ducked behind his brother, suddenly Tom started to jerk a little and let out a low groan. Finally he blinked a couple of times as his eyes returned to normal.
Jack watched with his mouth open and Tom rolled his shoulders adjusting his tie and jacket. "You OK bro'?" It sounded like Tom, but there was something different in his tone. "Don't worry about Oliver, we won't be seeing him much anymore," he said.
He winked, and Jack recognised it--Oliver. He knew they wouldn't have any problems again.
The moment Paul spoke, I was captured by his accent--I had to know. "Is that a Scottish or an Irish accent?" I asked
He laughed and then asked me a rhetorical question. “Do you realize that could be considered an insult?”
I began to feel my face turning red as I began to burn up with embarrassment.
“I’m so sorry Paul I really didn’t think.”
“It’s ok,” he said. “Lots of people get confused by my accent. It’s because I have lived in so many places, my accent is kind of warped by them all. To answer your question, it is an Irish accent”
Days went by, even weeks. The more he spoke, the more I began to admire his accent. I found myself becoming attracted to him. Normally I didn’t find men attractive. In fact I didn’t find Paul attractive; he wasn’t a stunner or anything, just an average guy. The more he spoke the more I found myself becoming aroused by him. What the hell was going on with my feelings?
Another insult came at him when I was told by Asif that ‘the Irish guy is looking for you.’ I instantly knew who he meant and went to find Paul. He had heard what Asif had said and was almost in tears. I took him to one side and gave him a hug.
“Is that what people think of me? Even the people who have come to the UK from a foreign country don’t regard me as British. I'm not even from Ireland; I am from Northern Island, which is part of Britain. I’m more British than them.”
“I didn’t realize you felt so strongly about this,” I told him. “I wish there was a way I could help.”
“Erm, I have a confession…”
“Oh” I asked.
“Well, I hoped you’d say that, you see, I'm not really me. Well I am, but I’m more what you have turned me into. I am what you would call the perfect man. When I first saw you, I tapped into your thoughts and transformed myself into this for you. I have constantly been adjusting my image for you to ensure I was exactly what you wanted. I now feel the time is right for me to allow you to help me”
“So how does that help either of us?”
“Easy.” He said “I don’t enjoy being referred to as Irish. But if you were me, I know you would consider it banter and get involved with the fun. What I am offering is a body swap. You take this body, with its accent you find so desirable, and I take yours and move on, looking for someone else to change with.”
I was kind of dubious at first but the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. It would solve a lot of my problems. My self-confidence to say the least. I had always hated my own body, so getting a newer, younger, slimmer model, so to speak, would be a great opportunity for me.
I agreed to the offer, he then slipped me a pill and told me to swallow it. He also took one himself.
Time began to pass much more quickly than normal, or so it seemed. I began to feel new sensations, new tastes and smells. It was all completely different and new to me. I looked up where Paul was stood only moments earlier. I was shocked to see a brand new image. It was now my own body that was standing there, with Paul’s clothes in a messy pile on the floor. I looked down at my own body, sure enough, I now had the body that Paul once had. I could feel my face beginning to smile. I was gleaming, completely made up and over the moon. I spoke for the first time.
“Paul, am I now Paul or still myself……..? I paused for a moment and began to smile even more. I didn’t give him the chance to respond. “OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!!! I’ve got your sexy accent. Thank you so much for this.”
“Your still you, and I’m still Paul. Anyone who knows you, any picture ever taken of you has been updated with your new image. I really hope you enjoy this.”
He then throws me his clothes.
“Oh I will, don’t worry about that” I then began to put on my new clothes whilst admiring my new body. So lean, so young, so adorable. I couldn’t wait to explore some more. I looked up, Paul was vanishing. He was waving and although there was no sound I knew he was saying good bye.
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I must have been about 500 years old now. At almost 84 years old in my current body I had begun to long for the day my life finally ended. I had enjoyed so many youthful years and I had never been this old before. The last time I switched bodies was over 50 years ago and at that point I had decided this body would be my last ever.
That was until I met Terrance, he was a 19 year old semiprofessional basketball player and also had a part time job in a shop. Terrance appeared to have everything going for him, plenty of money behind him, a gorgeous house, beautiful girlfriend and an amazing support structure of family and friends around him.
However, around three months ago he went through a spell of trouble when he got arrested for something which was not his fault – he was set up by his colleagues in the shop and ended up shop lifting. His friends did not want to know him any more and he was extremely upset, he was set to loose everything. All he had was his house, girlfriend and his basketball career.
The last three months he ended up letting him self go, spending the money he had behind him and neglecting his training for the basketball. He was sacked from the team. He and I had become really close friends during this time and I had began to fall in love with him. I had seen every inch of his amazing body. He didn’t care what he told me or what he let me see. I was his rock, his shoulder to cry on. I loved seeing him and he seemed to love posing for me. We did everything together. He lost touch with his girlfriend because he was spending so much time with me.
The last few weeks I noticed him changing. He was going into a shell so to speak. Not taking the time to care about anything, he rarely showered or ate. All he seemed to do was drink. I received a text message that simply said “goodbye” and I drove straight to his house.
What I was about to do I had considered for a while now and thinking about him during the short drive to his house made me realize that it could have been too late. I drove faster and faster, Adrenaline was pumping through my weary old veins, something that they were no longer used too.
I barged into his house. The adrenaline gave me the strength to knock the door down. All I saw was him naked, asleep, or at least I hoped he was asleep, with a bottle of vodka, half empty and a bottle of pills. Oh god, I cant be too late, I have to make this right, it has to work, his whole life ahead of him. He just needs a little direction to get back on track. I picked him up and took him to the bathroom. I turned the shower to cold and drenched him. I forced pints of water into his mouth and he gasped.
I’ve saved him… Thank god, he was still alive. I knew how to look after him now and there was only one way I could guarantee his safety and continue his life. I knew he wouldn’t mind what I was about to do. For in his head, his life was over.
I placed my hand onto his chest and said the magical spell that I had almost forgotten over the years. My entity travelled into his body and forced his out and into my body. He instantly became the old frail man that I once was. I took a deep breath through my new mouth and lungs. It felt good to feel the youth once more. I felt like crap though as the effects of the vodka and pills took effect on my new body. I knew I was going to be safe and stay alive though, the spell wouldn’t allow me to enter a body that didn’t have long left to live. I threw up a few times that afternoon and slept the whole night.
The next morning I woke fresh as a daisy and starving hungry. My former self was lay next to me smiling with a full cooked breakfast coffee and orange juice keeping warm at my bed side, He kissed me on the cheek and said, “thank you.”
I smiled back, and told him “it was ok, it was the least I could do.”
“No I mean it,” he said, “You have given me what I wanted, my life was over and you knew it, now you can enjoy my life and I can live the rest of the time you have left, Thank you so so much.” Another kiss landed on my cheek.
I got Terrance’s life back on track in no time at all, found a new job, got my girlfriend back and I was back on the basketball team.
My former self only lasted a year after that, I was upset, but only because I knew that should have been me, I knew the real Terrance would now be happy and still watching out for me.
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When Tony told me about this Astral Projection shit I didn’t believe him, that was until he showed me how. Sure, first couple of times I needed something to loosen me up but the more I practiced the easier it was. I had a great life, heading to a full football scholarship—fuck girls wanted to be with me, and the guys wanted to be me.
We had an game out of town and they’d put us all in a swanky hotel, guys on one floor and all the cheerleaders on another. Shit, I was lusting after my girl but coach had banned us from leaving the rooms I just needed to see her. I stripped down to my vest and underwear and slumped into one of the chairs closing my eyes; after a couple of deep breaths I felt the familiar falling sensation and then a pulling.
I felt weightless, and i slowly opened my eyes, below was my own body, my huge pecs rising with every breath. I blinked again, thinking of my girl, and suddenly I was in her room, she was laying on the bed in one of my shirts sleeping. I floated above her for a while, dreaming about last night before returning to my room.
I smiled at my body, and for a moment I understood how much the other guys admired me—hell I’d put enough effort into making it. I looked at my dick tenting through my underwear; strange I’d never noticed it doing that before when I’m out of my body. I floated over and started to lower myself back into my body; I felt the firmness of my own pecs against my back; wriggling I tried to push inside just like I had always done, but some force was stopping me.
I turned and looked down at my body confused and gasped as it twitched and let out a groan…
What if…
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