To a Tee

“Harold. Harold it’s time to get up for breakfast. You hear me Harold?”

Harold groaned as he rolled over in his bed. Another day had begun and with it another summoning by his mother. The seventeen year old reluctantly dragged himself from his nice warm cocoon into his bathroom. He sighed heavily, remembering the dream from which he had been so rudely awakened by her nagging. In his own fantasy world Harold wasn’t the typical nerd picked on by all the cool guys. Instead he was the most popular and handsome jock of his school, adored by the girls and envied by the guys. Everyone wanted to be his friend.

“Harold. Stop dallying and get down here for breakfast. You’ll be late for school.”

“Yes, Mother. I’m coming.” Plucked out of his reverie, he quickly got ready and glimpsed in the mirror. He was about as far from cool as anyone could possibly be. After downing his breakfast he headed off to his high school, not eagerly anticipating the day ahead but glad to get away from his overbearing mother.

A basic training swap by warhawk

Everyone said joining the army and going to basic training would be a life changing experience but I never thought it would end up like this.
My name is Anthony Sanders and I was always a little overweight but not fat, so when I joined the army I was a little self conscious on myself. During the 10 weeks I made friends and people who hated me. This one guy named Alex Rivera always made fun of me for not being able to do as many push-ups than he could of keep up with the group, although I was able to run under 16 minutes for the two mile this guy picked on me all the time. It seemed no matter what I did he would always make fun of me.

You know the type of guy the one who has been an athlete all his life and in charge of everything, the one who gets stuff naturally when it comes to physical activities but he wasn't a dumb jock he was pretty smart too. He was 6'2" 190lbs of no fat with a six pack and I noticed in the shower very well endowed and only 19. My stats were 5'10" 185 some fat but just a beer belly and a 5in cut cock.
I knew I was attracted to guys and girls since middle school and kept liking guys a secret but didn't stop me from checking them out. Only a select few friends knew about it but nothing public.
One day Alex caught me checking him out in the shower but didn't say anything right there, that is until we got to the changing room and he told everyone I was staring and checking him out. Immediately everyone covered up and looked at me I explained I wasn't gay and would never check him out. Some people didn't believe me but most just said he was making fun of me and left it at that.
That night I was angry and sad about what happened so I just kept to myself the rest of the training.
During the last week I was feeling better and got ready for breakfast. While in the changing room I noticed Alex left his underwear, socks, and tshirt in there ( usually you can tell because people write their names in it).
I quickly slid them on with his musky smell on and got the rest of my uniform on. During breakfast I felt weird like my body was being stretched or something and when we got back to the barracks I went to the bathroom and looked at myself and noticed a six pack where my beer belly was. I heard Alex coming in the bathroom talking to someone in the hall and then he walked right up to me and stared at me. At that moment I blacked out and fell to the ground and had to be passed out for a while.
When I woke up I felt different but didn't know how, I staggered to the mirrors by the sink and splashed water on me while trying to look at myself. I stood in shock because staring back at me was Rivera, moving everytime I moved and making faces as I did. I looked at my body and it was not my original body for sure, his bulging muscles and perfect looks right there. I heard some noise from the changing area where I woke up and walked back in to find my former body moving on the ground in the same state I awoke in several minutes earlier. I figured this had to be karma for him treating me the way he did so I went over to him to rub it in that he doesn't have this body anymore.
He immediately went crazy upon finding out he was in my body not his great body.
He blamed for me for this and demanded to be switched back. I explained I had no idea how it happened and if he went around telling people that we swapped the army would throw him, in my body, in a mental hospital and I would never agree to trade back after that.
I immediately left him there and headed to the shower to now explore my new body in the personal shower. I let the hot water hit my new skin feeling the new sensations and had to start jerking off in the shower to feel the orgasm. I started slow and moved to go faster and faster until I finally erupted shooting 8 ropes out completely winded after that. I finished washing my new body and toweled off then getting dressed. All I did was focus on my new scent and the way clothes felt on my new body.
The last week went by and still we couldn't figure out how to change back and had to consider the possibility of us being stuck like the other for a long time and going to advanced training as the other.
We walked across the stage saying our new names and posed for pictures on graduation. After graduation I was being sent to a new base for my advanced training while he stayed on that one for my original training.

It's now been 3 weeks into our advanced training and still no way to swap back but I don't think I ever will I've met some new friends who share some common interests from my old ways and we tend to fool around in private.
I know he is having fun in my body because he texts me saying he has my body looking good now and has a secret boyfriend in advanced training.


Hey everyone thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed the story and leave comments on suggestions for new stuff.
I've been away training for the army and still am but I get my computer so I can still write some stuff in my downtime.

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Seanday Shorts: Dominic Jones

Ching! The alert came through on my phone, I checked it out and squirmed. It was another selfie from Dominic.

He was a popular kid--far too popular. It's like he was able to steal charisma, sucking it out of people around him. Life friends, would drift over to him; like a moth to a light.

Somehow I'd become immune to his powers, it repulsed me when he was close. His eyes would flick over when we passed, perhaps it was a curious fascination. Was it the subtle lick of the lip when he saw me, the idea of wanting something forbidden--me.

He was my neighbour, still living with his wealthy parents. I looked at the selfie again, it was different this time. His friends that normally surround him were gone. Like he was trying to reach out to me--I shuddered.

Outside I could see the drive was empty, his parents were out--he was alone in the house. I picked up the small vial of liquid and held it up to the light, its azure hue casting shards of light against the wall. Without a thought I filled a syringe, tapping the bubbles free. I hated Dominic Jones so much.

I left my house, for the last time. I'd never be able to return to my life once I started this gruesome journey. Pulling the door closed, I touched its cool hard surface and wondered if I was doing this for all his friends or for myself.

Knocking on his door I waited, he answered looked at me and half smiled. He stood there for a moment, his hand absent-mindedly cupping and stroking his pec.

The vision in front of me; his toned torso, handsome face, dressed in sweat pants, and a sleeveless top. He resettled his cap taking the opportunity to flex his biceps. His eyes sparkled, and he flicked his expressive eyebrows. "Like what you see?"

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Sacrifice

Damn Andy was so hot. Ever since the moment that I first laid eyes on him I knew I had to have him. The problem is, I’m scrawny as fuck and he wouldn’t give me the time of day.

After years of being told ‘no’ I finally decided this one time, it would be ‘yes’; whether he liked it or not.

Seanday Imposter: The Mysterious Mr. Mitchell

Any resemblance to actual living persons is purely coincidental… almost.

Sean and I had been communicating for a while via e-mail and through the blog on which we both posted stories. We both joked around with each other, often sparring good naturedly through our mails and sometimes even our stories. I never knew what he actually looked like though and didn’t know much about him personally. Then one day the strangest thing happened.

I was browsing my e-mail when I received a new one from Sean. The title was quite simple: “Read This”. I never knew Sean to title an e-mail in such a fashion so I was rather intrigued. I opened the e-mail to find out what he had to say this time.

“Read This One Out Loud.” It started. The next words sure looked like gibberish but as I started to read them as instructed they started to glow into strange shapes, sigils as Sean called them. The next thing I knew I was being pulled out of my body and flying (yes, flying!) to somewhere as yet unknown. In an instant I found myself in a strange room seeing the back of someone typing at a computer.

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Devil of a Deal

I was reading a story late one night on this “Male Transformation” blog that I had been checking out. As I sat there engrossed, I heard the roar of a motorcycle outside. This was normally a pretty quiet neighborhood and bikes were rarely heard here, especially not at midnight, so I went to my window to peer out below.

An eerie light surrounded a lone figure astride a very cool looking machine parked at the curb. The rest of the street was in total darkness just like someone had shone a very bright spotlight in this one place. As my eyes became adjusted to the light I could make out the man. As cool as the bike was, the man was equally as hot dressed in a leather jacket and jeans. He dismounted and started walking towards my front door. I nearly jumped out of my skin when my doorbell rang breaking the silence of the night. Now why would someone like that be coming to my door at this unholy hour?