Second Chance

The day had been beautiful. I had been walking downtown looking in all the store windows, not doing anything in particular other than being outside. I had stopped in the park to sit on one of the benches for a while before starting my trek back home. That is when I heard a man and a woman arguing not too far from where I sat.

“Listen bitch,” he started, “if I want to go have a night with the boys I damn well will go regardless of what you think.”

“You are the most inconsiderate bastard I have ever met. One of these days someone is going to put you in your place and I just hope I’m around to see it.” She shot back at him, her voice dripping with venom.

“Yeah, well it won’t be at my place. Go get your stuff and move out now.”

The tension in the air was palpable, so thick a knife wouldn’t have cut through it. I hadn’t intended to overhear their argument. Just at the wrong place at the wrong time I guess. I watched as she stormed off, trying unsuccessfully to hold back her tears and I knew their relationship had now come to a screeching halt. That was too bad. She obviously loved him deeply despite her words. Could he not see that? All couples argue and make up so maybe they would be able to resolve their differences and continue onward. From all appearances they seemed like the perfect pair. She, with her long flowing blonde hair half-way down her back, was such a beautiful and desirable woman. He was no slouch either. Tall, rugged good looks, sexy scruffy beard and well-built, I’m sure he had no trouble setting the hearts of women aflutter. He sure got mine pumping. I continued to watch him as he made his way over to a maintenance building, stopping to light up a smoke and pacing off his anger.

I returned to watching the birds and animals at play, remembering back on a time long ago when I had been very much in love. He, too, had blonde hair and been very handsome. Like them we had had a tremendous fight and my pride would not let me apologize. Hence we broke up and I found myself drifting from one affair to another throughout the years, never finding the one perfect love meant for me. I had resigned myself to living alone. Experience can be a hard teacher. If I only had it to do over again…

Seanday Lunch: Back to friends

I woke up as usual tied up in the sheets; another restless night. Seemed like I was always wrestling in my dreams, like I was fighting for my life sometimes.

Untangling myself I got to my feet and pulled my junk free of an uncomfortable crease in my boxers. I stretched and groaned pulling the drapes open.

Turning on the speakers I picked a track on my iPhone. The song--a slow ballad, began to lift my consciousness from the nights turmoil. I nodded slowly in time with the beat as I vacantly gazed out of the window.

"Ryan, breakfast in twenty minutes," my dad called from downstairs. I sagged, mom must have left early which meant flat, burnt pancakes. I shuddered and started to concoct an excuse to skip the meal. I sighed kicking off my boxers, and headed for the bathroom.

I turned on the shower and tested the water, and shivered. While I waited for it to warm, I gazed at my face in the mirror; I looked tired. I scratched at the small clump of black hairs sprouting from my chest and wondered if I should shave them, perhaps at the weekend. Another test--hot enough--and I climbed in. Still in a daze I started to wash myself down, a squirt of gel and I was soon swamped in a soothing lather. Inch by inch I cleaned the nights worries away.

Drying myself off, I looked at my face. Young, angular, good looking--I guess, with black hair that refused to lay down. A quick splash of deodorant and I returned to the bedroom, a towel wrapped around my waist. I had a good feeling about today.

Picking out a simple white vest I pulled it over my head and continued to get dressed and in cargo shorts. Picking up my iPhone I checked my email and social, and retweeted a couple of funny pictures. Where were my earbuds? I searched the table, and found them on the floor. Pulling at my vest I threaded the cable inside and plugged it in, and put my iPhone in my pocket. "Pancakes are on the table Ryan, get a move on," Dad called again from downstairs. I grabbed my rucksack and stuffed some books inside and jogged down the stairs two at a time.

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A Few Minor Adjustments

by Cris Kane

Hello. My name is Ryan and I am a geek.

Honestly, I've tried to make myself look cooler with pierced ears, tattoos, and bling, but I'm afraid all of that only emphasizes how desperately I'm trying not to look like the short, skinny white boy I am.

In high school, I did have a few girls who liked me and told me I was cute, but it's not like they were ever gonna date me. No, they wanted to date the jocks, then call me on the phone afterwards and dish, weeping about what a jerk the jock had been. To them, I was the "gay best friend" that every romantic comedy and sitcom told them they needed as an accessory.

Never mind that I wasn't actually gay.

I suppose I couldn't blame them for making the assumption. It's not like I was doing anything that would prove them wrong. Like, say, having sex with a girl.

I'm only five-seven and I've always had, like, zero muscle-mass. My folks knew how much it bugged me to be so puny, so Dad bought me a set of weights, but sweating and straining just to curl a fifteen-pound dumbbell was not my idea of a fun time. Besides, all that exertion never seemed to add an ounce to my lanky-ass body. The weights sat in a corner of my bedroom, growing cobwebbier by the day.

I started college with the naive hope that it would be a less superficial environment than goddamn high school and people would put more value on intelligence than appearance. As my parents were wishing me goodbye, Mom couldn't stop crying and calling me "my baby", right there in my dorm room, right in front of my dick of a roommate, who was barely stifling his laughter. I just knew he would be mocking me and calling me "Baby" from then on.

Costume Change

by Carlos Palanca

I was walking on the beach in front of the hotel I was staying in where I saw a beach party. I thought to myself, “I’m sure they won’t mind if I grab a drink from their party.” I went to towards the crowd and found the refreshment table and grabbed a cup of mixed drinks.
I was minding my own business, drinking my drink. I was suddenly pulled from behind until my butt touches something. It was a drunken guy wearing a Captain America costume. Then, a guy in a Red Ranger costume arrives. I don’t know their names so I called them Cap and Red for now.

Cap pushed me down so that my face is in line with Red’s crotch. They laughed and made fun of me as Cap pushes me with his dick so that my face will touch Red’s dick. I managed to break free and ran. They followed me towards the parking lot
Red caught up with me when I got there but Cap tripped on the way because he was too drunk to do so. Red grabbed a hold of me and placed a hand on my mouth. I tried to break free but kept failing. He told me, “Dude, chill! Relax! I’m not going to mess with you. I only followed you to talk to you! Just keep your mouth shut!”
I took his hand of my mouth and said, “If you only wanted to talk to me, you didn’t have to do that thing to me a while ago.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. It as the alcohol. Oh, I’m Dave by the way” We shook hands and I told him that my name is Chase. “I just want you to know first that I know what you can do.” Said Dave.

The New Kid on the Block

Come one, come all and extend a warm greeting to the newest author to join the blog – Cris Kane. You’ve read his stories - “Hitching” being his latest – as well as his earlier epics. We all expect great things from the new kid.

So take your bow, Mr. Kane, as all your admirers and the rest of the authors at the Male Transformation Blog welcome you heartily into our ranks.

May the muse strike you often for many more tales to come (and maybe some X-Dream stories?)…

His stories thus far:

Hitching

No Shirt, No Service

The Last Resort

and a Re-Caption This

Welcome to the family!

Guest Post: Hitching

by Cris Kane

Tate was speeding along his favorite back-route to Las Vegas, a desolate stretch of pavement where he could push his red Porsche Boxter to the max without worrying about a lot of traffic or cops.

With the top down, leather driving gloves and Skrillex blasting through his sound system, Tate looked like a consummate spoiled California rich kid with his mirrored sunglasses and his long blond hair blown straight back by the wind. In this case, appearances were not deceiving. He WAS a spoiled California rich kid. He was even driving shirtless in hopes of catching a few more rays to deepen his tan before he hit poolside in Vegas, and was foregoing a seat belt for fear that the shoulder belt would give him a tan line.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the edge of the roadway: a pathetic-looking man with a raised thumb and a desperately hopeful smile. Tate slammed on his brakes, his tires screeching as they burnt smoking-rubber curlicues onto the pavement. What the fuck was anyone doing hitchhiking on this godforsaken stretch of asphalt in Death Valley?

Tate was terrified that he had hit the guy, when he heard the faint trot of approaching footsteps over the fine-tuned hum of his idling engine. Tate lowered his shades and took a look at the hitcher. No wonder Tate hadn't noticed him, as he was dressed in shades of brown and beige that thoroughly camouflaged him against the barren desert landscape. The guy must be burning up out here in a heavy jacket and corduroys. His floppy tan hat must have offered him a little shade, but in combination with his sappy face, it did give the unfortunate impression that he was auditioning for the lead in "Gilligan's Desert".

"Thanks for stopping for me!", the man said with a grin. Technically, Tate hadn't stopped for the dude, but was just stopping to make sure he hadn't killed anyone. Still, he saw no reason to be a prick and peel away now, leaving the sap in the dust. He had never picked up a hitchhiker in his life, but this guy looked totally harmless. The guy climbed in and was in the process of closing his door when he yelled, "I almost forgot my bag!"

The guy climbed out and jogged over to a gully where he had hidden a black backpack. He returned to the car, tucking the backpack between his legs on the floor. He took off his canvas hat and waved it to create a breeze across his face. Tate noticed the guy's big bald spot and figured he must be in his thirties if not older.

Tate asked his new passenger, "So, where are you heading?"

"I'll get out wherever you stop. I'm just trying to get back to civilization."

"I'm heading to Vegas, if you count that as civilization. What are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?"

"Somebody stole my car and abandoned me."

"For serious? Shit, man, that's fucked up."

"I know. If you hadn't come along, I don't know how much longer I would have lasted."

Tate felt much better about rescuing this guy. He extended a hand. "I'm Tate."

"Neil," said the passenger, latching his seat belt. He looked admiringly at the car. "This is a beautiful car. How much did it cost?"

"I dunno. Seventy grand or something. Got it from my dad when I graduated college."

"Wow, cool. So what do you do now?"

Tate flashed a wide grin and said, "Drive my Porsche to Vegas." Neil braced his hands against the dash as Tate peeled out and roared Vegas-ward. Neil's floppy hat blew off and he turned to watch it floating in the air.

Seanday Shorts: Tented

We jogged along the paths, I checked over my shoulder again. Behind Jay I could see a trail of security guys tapping at their radios, I guess the gig was up. We'd managed to get into the concert--over a wall but I guessed we'd been spotted.

I beckoned to Jay and we ducked in behind a tent, "I think they're onto us, we're going to have to find a couple of jerk-offs to use if we going to stay till the end."

"Girls?" Jay smirked.

I sighed, "I wonder about you sometimes Jay."

"Just asking," he muttered looking embarrassed. "I kinda enjoyed it last time."

I gave him a sidelong look. "It was just the once," I growled. "Them or get caught."

He licked his lips. "Fucking laugh though, hooked up with a  couple of guys," he smirked.
 
"I don't want to fucking know."

Jay looked into the tent. "What about those guys?"

I looked over his shoulder, "They're do fine. I really don't give a fuck as to what we end up looking like. They just need to be guys."

We ducked inside, and the two guys looked over. The guy in red looked me up and down and returned to watching the screens. They were both leaning on railings, something I could use. "Step back," I whispered and started to rub my hands together. The air around me started to crackle with energy; sparks of electricity jumped between my fingers as I reached out of the railings. A blue arc grounded itself to the railings, and the screens flickered. The two guys convulsed as the energy flowed through them, then it was over.

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Costume adventure

by Carlos Palanca


I have been Chris for a year and a half now. I had lived his life the way he usually does: hanged out with his friends, took care of his pet dog, and dated his girlfriend. I learned to love his life but it still was not the one I had in mind because I wanted something that was a mixture of a jock and a comic book geek. I don’t know why but I sort of want something just like one like that.
I went to the gym where Chris works. This is also the opportunity for me to find a potential person for me to be for the next couple of years. I greeted some of his co-workers and they greeted me back enthusiastically especially Nate. He was one of the new part-time employees who was in-charge of lifting the new dumbbells being delivered. He was also a college student. I thought to myself, “Hey maybe him! I might find someone in his university that has the life that I want.”
Nate went to gym’s basement to find some of the new dumbbells. I followed him. Without hesitation, I pushed him to a room which looks like an old shower room that hasn’t been used for a decade or so. Chris was a lot bigger. I used Chris’ strength to knock him out and he went limp on Chris’ arms. I placed him on the floor. I looked at Chris’ body and flexed it a bit since I have the thought of being him for the last time. Chris’ body fell on the ground next to Nate. Chris’ back started to swell as I pulled out of him. I got up and saw a mirror. I went there and checked my reflection and took a selfie using Chris’ phone. I sent a copy to my email and deleted the one on the phone. I noticed my clothes and said to myself, “I can’t believe that I have been wearing this thing for more than a year now! I doesn’t matter. It’s not like anyone is going to notice it when I’m inside someone” I laughed as I walked back to where Chris and Nate were lying.

One Good Man

I was working my typical night shift at a little gas station/store combo not far from where I lived. It was a dead end job but at least it paid enough to take care of the bills and provide me with a roof over my head. The night had been slow and I was getting ready to close up when the roar of a motorcycle pulling up to one of the pumps pierced the quiet night air. The guy unfolded himself off his beautiful metallic midnight blue bike, chrome shimmering under the night lights, and proceeded to run his card through the pump. When the tank was full he took his helmet off and headed my way.

Once inside he introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Kyle. I’m just on my way home for the weekend from the base. I’m a Marine and I’m being deployed oversees next week. I just found out I’m going to be a father and I want to spend some time with my wife.” He was a friendly enough dude but that was information overload. Besides being tall, he was quite well-built, the leather jacket he had on hiding nothing of his rugged torso. Mind you he wasn’t body builder big but he was in good shape. A young man, probably in his mid-twenties, with dark hair and moody dark eyes, he could easily have been a male model that would drive women, and dare I say a few men, into a frenzy. He spied the chair near where I was standing and sat down.

I’m not usually one to be extremely outgoing but there was something so easy going about Kyle that it was like I had known him for years even though he was a few decades my junior. “I’m Roger. It’s nice to meet you Kyle.” We were bantering back and forth when a young skinhead entered. He walked around the store, obviously on edge. Everything happened in the blink of an eye. He drew out a pistol and demanded the money from the register. I was going to open it but he must have thought I was reaching for a gun. Chaos ensued and a gunshot rang out.

Seanday Takeover: Caption This Catch Up

Sean's on holiday and asked me if I would fill in for Seanday. Hope you like!

Collan's Caption This Catch Up (2nd Mar)

2nd March, 2013 - Pic. 2

"Uhh, I don't get it."

I mentally cursed Jason for picking Derek. I should have made him choose someone that either (A) Tomas was already friends with, or (B) had some modicum of intelligence. Derek just would *not* respond to my usual tactics.

I may have owed one to Jason, but after this he would definitely owe one to me.

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I had started earlier that morning with my own pick, Tomas, a South African with my favorite type of body – tall, lean, somewhat hairy, with curly brown hair, a handsome face, a sharp wit, and an accent that I found sexy as all get out. I had learned his schedule and was able to snag him as he passed the alley behind the gym where he and Derek both worked as trainers. A quick request for directions to somewhere in the city, our eyes had locked, and in a moment he had followed me without question behind a dumpster where I quickly pushed myself into him and took his body and mind for my own.