At the Festival

"Do you want me to take off this mask in front of all these people?" asked my boyfriend, Jon, as he threateningly raised his hand to his head, "Is that what you want? You want me to show them all that you're really here with some little high school twink in a muscle suit?"

"No!" I said, stopping him, "Jon, please don't! Look, Jon, we can stay a little bit longer if that's what you want, but I don't think we should drink any more."

"Fuck you, man!" he said, "First of all, don't call me 'Jon' when I look like this. My name is Dirk, got it? And to all outside appearances, thanks to this suit you got for me, I look like quite the fucking stud now -- and if I wanna have a few fucking beers, then I'd say thats up to me, now wouldn't you?"

"Jon -- I mean -- Dirk," I said, correcting myself, "Please! You're not acting like yourself! Maybe we should just get home and get that thing off of you."

"I said I'm not going home," said Jon flatly, "If you wanna go home, then fine. But Daddy's gonna enjoy himself while he can!"

He flexed a bicep and admiringly ran his hands over the firm, hairy chest that he wasn't used to having, gaining the attention of quite a few men in the crowd. Then he turned back to the street, staggering to the nearest beer tent, and all I could do was just stand there in disbelief. All I'd wanted was to take Jon to the festival so he could see what it was like, and I thought the suit would help him blend in a little bit better and feel a little bit more comfortable. But what have I done -- and how am I ever going to get him back...?

Photo Evidence

Won't my brother Rob just love having pictures of himself popping up on Facebook, all dressed up in these ridiculous shorts and dancing the night away at the gay club downtown? Of course, he'll know that it's not really him in those photos -- he'll know that it's really me inside of his body, controlling it just like it was my own. He'll be there for every second of it, but completely unable to say or do anything about it as I pretend to be him.

That's what the fucker gets for making fun of me for being gay. I thought he would be cool when I went to him about it, but he just laughed in my face. Now he's gonna get a first-person look at what it's like, and the way he looks in these shorts, I'm sure "Rob" is going to be very, very popular at the club tonight -- and I'll have the photos to prove it.

Daily Shots

No, I don't like getting these shots every day -- but I sure as hell like the results! I mean, wouldn't you? I've gone from being 5'6" and 115 pounds to being this tall, totally beefy stud in like less than three weeks! Anyways, I'm only going to be on the daily shots for another week, and then Coach is going to decrease them down to just once a week so that I can maintain everything that I've gained from the muscle-enhancement serum that he's been developing. And as soon as he sees how it works on me, Coach says he's gonna try it on himself too! We haven't noticed any side effects so far, so hopefully I'll have a new muscle stud of a friend to play with before too long!

Miguel

"Oh my gosh! You look so cute in that body!" said my boyfriend, Scott.

"Really!?" I said, blushing, "I didn't know if you'd like it or not. I know that I've been using a lot of those big, really manly bodies lately, but I just thought I'd try something a little bit different for a while."

"Well you know that I love you no matter what body you decide to wear," said Scott, "-- But this one really is cute!"

"Thanks," I said, still playing it shy a little bit, because it just felt right to act that way in this body.

"What should I call you when you look like this?" asked Scott.

"I was thinking maybe 'Miguel,'" I said.

"Okay, Miguel," said Scott, "Why don't you and I get started on getting to know one another a little bit better then?"

Maybe One Day

"Shit -- Jeff's home early!" I thought, hearing the front door unlock. I quickly began shifting back to myself, watching the ever-fascinating transformation take place in the mirror.

I've been staying with Jeff, my older brother, for a couple of weeks now during the summer, and I've gotten plenty of time to be alone in his apartment, pretending to be him for the day. I don't know, it's not like he's particularly attractive, or he has an amazing bodybuilder's body or anything like that, but I've always really liked becoming Jeff. He somehow ended up with all of the more "manly" attributes from my dad -- the hairy chest, the big, brawny body, a cute little beard that I always have fun duplicating. I, in comparison, ended up the quiet, scrawny, "girly" one. But I always thought that I had been given something much better as compensation -- the ability to change my appearance as I pleased. It's something I've always had to keep a secret, because I have no idea how I would explain it, but in my private moments I've had unlimited amounts of fun with it. Almost any type of body that you can think of, I've probably tried it at sometime or the other. But, like I said, sometimes I just really like coming back to being Jeff. It just feels comfortable to me, you know. How weird is that?

As I heard the front door open, the transformation was just completing itself. I was getting pretty fast with the transformations now -- especially some of the ones that I used more often. When Jeff got back to the bathroom, he just saw me, his little brother Jack, standing there in front of the mirror without a shirt on.

"Don't worry, Little Man," he joked, "Maybe one day you'll be able to grow some chest hair like me!"

"Yeah," I said, already thinking about the next time I would be alone in the apartment, "Maybe one day..."

Just Like the Real Thing

Damn, that old man was right -- these muscles work just like the real thing! I wouldn't ever have been able to take on a guy like that before, but these babies did the trick just fine! In fact, not a single person has even questioned that I'm not Jacob Pederson -- and why would they? This suit has made me look exactly like him. I mean, I had my doubts at first but now that I've been wearing it all day, I feel fuckin' great! The only thing is that I've got to find out what to do with the real Jacob Pederson. I can't keep him tied up in my bedroom forever, especially once the drugs start wearing off and he starts waking up. Whatever -- I'll find a way to deal with it somehow, because there is no way I'm giving this up now!

The Power of Mathematics

A lot of people found it strange when I told them that I was going back to school -- but nobody knew about my plan. This time, I wasn't going back as a nerdy Mathematics major, hiding away in my dorm room going over endless proofs and formulas, completely void of any social life whatsoever. No, this time everything was going to be different. See, some of those formulas I was working on are what lead me to this -- the ability to construct a device that could effectively change my very appearance, and allow me to copy and take on all the perfect attributes of a young stud just about to enter his freshman year in college. This body I've designed is absolutely flawless, and I've loaded my schedule up with a ton of ridiculously easy classes -- classes that I'll be able to glide right through while I devote most of my time to partying and joining sports teams, and maybe even landing myself a couple of hot college guys along the way. Fuck, just let them make fun of me for being gay now! With a body like this, I can do whatever -- or whoever -- I want! And the best thing is, once I get through college with this body, I can design myself another even hotter one and do it all over again!

First Thing's First

There was no question in my mind at all about what I wanted to do the first thing after I swapped bodies with Jared -- I absolutely had to try on his football uniform! It's not like I hadn't tried it on before, those few lucky times I had been able to get my hands on it in the locker room as he was off in the showers. Of course, it looked ridiculous on me then, clumsily hanging off of my scrawny little frame. And I could only ever slip on a few pieces at a time for just a few brief moments before I started to get worried about getting caught. But now that I'm in Jared's meathead body, it looks freakin' perfect on me -- and I can wear it as much and as often as I please! In fact, I've got a whole new closet full of clothes that I've been just dying to try on, and I know that all of them will look great on me now that I have the perfect body for them!

Having Fun?

"Are you having fun, son?" I asked Jack as he came back into the locker room from his workout.

"Yeah, dad! I totally am!"

"See," I said, "I told you you'd have a good time. It's much better than going to those prissy dance classes you were going to, isn't it? Prancing around like a damn little fairy? Not my son! Not no more!"

"Fuck yeah, dad! I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so lucky to be a big, strong man like you now. I'd look pretty fuckin' ridiculous in my dance leotards now anyways. Not that I'd wanna do that shit any more. Dancing is for queers, man."

"Damn straight, son," I said, loving the fact that the mental transformation seemed to be taking hold just as well as the physical transformation, "Now how 'bout you finished getting dressed, and then you and your old man here can go catch a game and grab a couple of beers down at the bar -- just like a father and son ought to do."

Vacation Hours

When my boss took away my vacation hours, I figured it was only fair that I took away his. Of course, that required a few changes. First of all, I had to swap bodies with him -- which was not a bad swap, I have to say. Even though he's a bit more of a "mature" guy, I've been wanting to try out his body for some time now, and I'm glad to say it's exceeded my expectations so far. Turns out he's been hiding a pretty nice body underneath that suit and tie I always see him in!

Second, I had to ditch his wife and kids. I don't think they took the news too well. Mr. Jameson is gonna have a lot of explaining to do once I swap back with him -- that is, if I decide to swap back with him at all. It's pretty nice getting an instant promotion from entry level to the top of the company, I have to say. And I could definitely handle the extra respect that I've been treated with since I've been in his body -- not to mention the extra salary! Maybe I could even pick up some stud looking to be with an "older" man, play the part of a sugar daddy and totally get away with it...

Hell, I'm comfortable enough in this body, and this lifestyle is one that I think I could really see myself getting used to. Looks like Mr. Jameson is going to be returning from this vacation a changed man, to say the least!

Brains and Brawn

Kyle had the best intentions when he swapped bodies with Darren. He was finally going to have it all -- his incredibly gifted mind paired flawlessly with Darren's gorgeous body. He would be the the complete package, brains and brawn. It didn't take too long, however, before Kyle realized that once he looked like Darren, he became suddenly much more popular and was suddenly enrolled in a bunch of really easy classes that he could just coast through. Left with a lot of extra time on his hands, and equipped with a new studly body, Kyle began to take full advantage of taking over Darren's life -- the frat parties, the weekends at the beach, sleeping in and skipping class, going through a six-pack of beer just about every night like it was nothing. Now, just a couple of months later, I don't think he would have much interest at all in the advanced classes and heavy course load he used to be enrolled in. All he cares about now is just having fun, keeping his body looking hot, and making sure there's always a nice cold beer waiting for him at the frathouse when he gets back from class.

Will You Fuck Me Now?

"Will you fuck me now that I don't look like Coach Williams any more?" I asked, looking down at Tyler's cute face.

"I don't know," he started to say, "It's just so... I just don't understand..."

"Look, I explained it," I said, confidentley positioning myself over him by placing my leg up on the bench, "I can be anybody that you want me to be. Just because you know me as 'Coach Williams,' that doesn't mean that's who I have to be. If you like me better like this, with Jimmy Adams' body, then that's who I'll be for you. Unless you'd rather I become someone else..."

I started shifting my shape again, into another student that I thought Tyler might like, but he stopped me.

"No --" he said apprehensively, "You can... stay as Jimmy."

"I knew you would like me like this," I said, shifting all the way back to Jimmy Adams, "I think I even got the tattoo right, and those can be difficult to replicate."

I twisted my youthful arm, proudly checking out my work.

"I think you got everything right," said Tyler.

I leaned in to kiss him and he fiercely kissed me back. I knew he had been wanting to get with Jimmy Adams for some time. As "Coach Williams," I had seen him checking Jimmy out in the locker room on several occasions.

"So you can become anybody?" he asked.

"Anybody," I said.

"Well then after we're done here, I think there's a few more things I'd like to try..."