Seanday Sun: Surf's up

I was on holiday, my first alone. At twenty-seven it was weird not holidaying with anyone; but I had my reasons.

Walking along the beach seemed to take my mind off things, at 6am there were hardly anyone around--apart from the dedicated surfers. I watched them for a while, all in their late teens riding the crests of the waves--not a care in the world.

As I came to the top of a dune I spotted a camper van with a couple of boards strapped to the top. Then I heard some grunts and groans, I ducked down and watched.

From behind the camper a man; late thirties perhaps, stumbled into view. Cursing he pulled on some ratty old sweatpants and vest, heavily stained with something I'd care not to guess.

He ambled away from the camper, not looking back. It didn't stop him cursing all the way.

As the sound of his voice trailed away, I thought it was safe to explore the vehicle.

I tentatively made my way down the dune; the dry sand seeping between my toes. As I peered through the window, I saw a teenagers naked on the floor. I feared the worst, but waited to see if he stirred.

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Seanday Starter: Take a chance, pt2

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The two friends arrived at the house, and Sam parked up in the drive.

"Where's your dad's car?" Tom asked.

"He's taken my mom away for a romantic weekend, it's their anniversary," Sam answered pulling a face.

"And who's truck is that?" Tom asked pointing at a huge vehicle dominating the drive.

"Belongs to my cousin, David, he's gone into town with his marine buddies. He's staying with us."

"So you got the place to yourself, awesome."

After picking up a few beers, the friends relaxed in the lounge.

"So you can change into anyone?"

"Just about," Tom replied with a grin and shifted into Jonas Rickman, the school's medal winning wrestler.

"Wow, that's amazing," Sam exclaimed. "When did you find out that you could do that?"

"Few weeks ago," Tom replied. In truth, Sam was talking to Tom's father Derek, who'd shape-shifted into his son earlier. Sam had seen him change and though it was Tom.

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Deal's a Deal

Chaz walked into the back yard from Jon and Jermaine’s kitchen looking for the two. He crossed the side of the house and saw two musclebound men digging away at weeds in the garden along the fence. Were they wealthy enough to afford lawn men? Chaz thought as he watched.

“Hey, I’m looking for the owners, do you know where they are?” He asked.

“You found them,” answered the darker of the two, as they stood up, wiped off their hands on their pants, and turned. They both flashed a grin seeing who had arrived. “Chaz!” they both yelled in unison.

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Seanday Gym: A picture or two

"Fuck it," I muttered, "love these late night sessions at Regan's--best gym ever." I took picture in Instagram and tagged my friend Harry.

While I waited for a reply I opened locker 39 and started to undress. Pulling off the vest, I wiped the sweat from my body; I took a sniff, a strong and potent aroma filled my nostrils. "Fuck I need a shower," I muttered as I removed the remainder of my clothes.

I stood there naked, yet completely confident with my body as Jake left the showers. "Hey Ross, can I borrow your deodorant?"

"Why don't you get some of your own? You're always using mine," I moaned and reached into the locker grabbing the can. I turned and lobbed it at him.

He caught it and grinned. "Because you've always got the good shit, and I like the smell," he replied spraying his whole body. "Hey, is this your usual stuff?"

"Trying something new, what do you think?" My phone buzzed in my locker, "Better late than never," I murmured.

"Dunno, it's got a weird, sweet smell," he replied spraying himself again. "Heads up," Jake called as he returned the can. I caught it giving him a sour look and dropped it in my bag.

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Music Festival

“How about this one?” Lauren asked in her new deep voice as her body made the final changes into Christian.

“Well,” started Georgia slowly, “I mean, Christian’s fine, but not a complete stunner. If we’re going through with this, we’re going all the way.”

“Fine,” Lauren sighed as she took off Christian’s gym shorts as her body shortened, muscles disappeared, groin contracted, hair lengthened, and breasts/bum inflated back to normalcy. Sighing she added, “Just more time for more changes. I’ll never get used to that. Love it!”

Two days ago, Lauren and Georgia had an issue. There was a music festival coming near where they lived. All of their favorite bands would be there, there would be camping, plenty of time for them to experiment with drugs, but each of their parents had said no. They said that kind of environment wasn’t safe for two girls to go alone; you never know what kind of creep might be lurking in the crowd. As much as they hated it, Lauren and Georgia knew that they were right; most guys have no clue how to keep it in their pants when they see a female. But Georgia had a solution. She had begun reading online about some body morphing spells that could be advantageous for her and Lauren, you just needed a personal item from one person and chant some words into it then use it. Lauren and Georgia devised a plan to tell each of their parents that they would be staying at each other’s houses during the weekend of the festival, but they wouldn’t be there. Now, Lauren and Georgia were in the boy’s locker room, trying on different players for size as the football team was out on the field practicing.

A good deal part one

I have been struggling to loose the beer belly I got in college and being lazy during the normal days at work. By any means I wasn't fat just slightly over weight and it was killing me.
I decided I needed to get back into shape like the old days before all the parties in college and the horrible food eating during work.

I looked online and found an ad for a trainer, it read "Need to get in shape? Need to get that body toned? Well look no further our trainers can train your body and you just have to take back over."

It seemed too good to be true but figured it didn't hurt to go and meet with them. I drove to the location which was a small business complex and walked up to the suite where they listed.
When I walked in the lady greeted me and directed me to an office where I sat and waited and introduced himself as Doctor Johnson.

After a few minutes a man walked in dressed in a suit and sat down. He asked me what my goals were and what I had been doing already. Doctor Johnson listened and wrote down everything, he looked to be in his thirties.
He looked up and said it won't cost me anything as far as dollars it would just cost me time and I would have to work for him for a month and my body would be trained during that time.
"What would I have to do as far as work for you?" I asked.
"Mitchell can you come in here?" He yelled and a guy around my age came in dressed only in gym shorts came in.

"This is Mitchell he is one of our new trainers and basically you would let him train you and you would have to fill in for his every day job"  Johnson explained. "You see basically I have a machine that allows you to switch bodies with another and Mitchell will take over yours for 30 days and will get you into shape using our gym techniques and formulas. You would just have to fill in for Mitchell doing odd jobs and such. He will do your job and have all your memories and be you essentially."

Seanday Extra: Time Again

I walked into the apartment dumping my bags in the hall. "Anyone home?" I called out; no reply.

As I round the corner I discovered Tony's hulk of a body passed out on the couch. It was starting to become a regular occurrence, but as I was going to find out, it was for a completely different reason than normal.

I roughly shook him and he let out a weak groan. Leaning close I checked his breath for alcohol, but smelt nothing. More concerned I checked his neck for a pulse. It was slow, but strong.