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Hello, everyone. It's been a long minute. Don't know you remembers me or cares, lol ... I'm thinking about getting into writing again. How is everyone doing?

Swapping Sentences: Fit for Trial

(Hello, everybody! I hope you all like this story. It's one of a two part collaboration with the incredible @swap-meet. His part should be up within the coming day so, be on the look out. Without further to do here we go...)

I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know how it got to that point. But, I hated my life. I was trapped in a feeder - feedee relationship.

All I knew was that I never wanted that for my life. I missed being fit. Being able to do things I couldn't anymore. I missed going to work ... instead of sitting at home, watching tv and eating non stop. I misssd my old life. But over the course of the past 5 years, I've become just some kinky abomination for my boyfriend.

Mark was perfect at the start. He was very loving and always wanted to take me out to eat for our dates. It started with him encouraging me to eat little more. And once I moved in, he wanted me to stop going to the gym so, we could spend more time together. Before I knew it I had a starter gut.

That's when he said he had a feeder kink. But, I was so in love with him and how he treated me. I let him get me fat. As time went on, however; he becoming less loving. Eventually, he only saw me as a weird sex object. I became way fatter than I wanted. I told him I wanted to stop but he only became more aggressive. Telling me that one day he'll make me immobile. The worst part is I couldn't leave him. I was tied to him emotionally, socially, and financially.

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So, I did something crazy. I downloaded a new app called Mutual Swap. I knew nobody was gonna wanna be in my fat body, so I used an old picture of myself ... from before I started dating Mark. I felt bad about lying. But, it wasn't like I planned on making the swap permanent ... I just needed a break.

Then I met Jordan, through the app. His profile picture was incredibly hot. The way he drank in luxury. The way he leaned back, showing off his body. He had the life I wanted. And, I couldn't believe he wanted to swap bodies with me. But, to be fair, he was looking at an old picture of me. I didn't get my hopes up, though.

You see, Mutual Swaps has a safety feature that allows any of the people involved to end a swap earlier than the agreed upon time. So, I had tried swaping bodies before, through the app. But, as soon as someone saw they were in my real body, they swapped back, immediately. So with Jordan I thought, Fuck it. It's still worth a try. Even a second in some else's body was worth it.

I got comfortable and sat up in bed. And pushed the button, agreeing to the swap. I waited a few seconds. Then I saw that he also confirmed. My vision went black.

As, I woke up. I looked around and I was in a beautiful hotel. My new body was perfect. I couldn't wait to have some fun. A few minutes passed and I was surprised that Jordan hasn't forced us to swap back. I thought I got lucky, with an an understanding guy. Until, there was a big bang at the door. The door cracks open, as police swarm my room. At that moment, I realized why he didn't swap back. He didn't want to go to jail.

"Jordan Rogers you are under arrest." They proceeded to handcuff me. They read me my rights. But, I tried to explain the situation, to them. I begged them to search the phone. However, the asshole set a timer to digitally fry it. Everything was scrubbed off the phone, including the app and all our talks of setting up the body swap.

Jordan obviously pissed them off. They are treating me like I'm one of the worst people on earth. They keep telling me I'm going away for the rest of my life. Everytime I try to tell them the truth, about the body swap ... I get roughed up. They think I'm trying to build an insanity case. But, I just want my body back. I can't survive prison. I don't even know the crimes I'm paying for, but they can't be good. My trail is gonna start next month. So, I guess that is when I'll learn the crimes I'm being made to pay. Now, I'm just sitting in a jail cell wishing I never downloaded that app, in the first place.

Celeb TF Game (Rules: Last Male Celeb you looked at... You are now them!)

Well here is a very neat question I just came up with while writing my last plot… what celebrity would you be put in the body of? The rules? It’s the last celeb you have seen, lets just say male due to what I write… me? Well I got a k-pop star named Junkook that came across my timeline, I don’t mind it at all!

Who did you get and what will you do in your new body? I’m gonna ride this k-pop thing for a while then maybe try acting in some drama shows and then… retire early and relax.

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!

(This type of post were popping of in 2020 ... and I wanted to do one today!)

Hey everyone, today is my birthday!!! Decided to hop into this bad boy for a night of partying, alcohol, and sex.

Let me know if you wanna come celebrate, and I'll swing by to pick you up, on the party bus, byob. (Bring your own body) [a.k.a reblog with photo of a hot party guy]

Happy birthday dude! 🎂🥳

Thank you, I really appreciate it. I had a good birthday despite getting older, lol.

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!

(These type of post were popping of in 2020 ... and I wanted to do one today!)

Hey everyone, today is my birthday!!! Decided to hop into this bad boy for a night of partying, alcohol, and sex.

Let me know if you wanna come celebrate, and I'll swing by to pick you up, on the party bus, byob. (Bring your own body) [a.k.a reblog with photo of a hot party guy]

Hello everyone! Now, that I know that pinned post exists, lol, I thought this would be a perfect pinned post.

Most of you might not know this but, I actually have 4 pages:

@bodyswapmischief is my main page. It's where I post all of my stories. However I do believe that it's important to share the works of fellow writers. So, I do tend to have stores from other writes reblogged, for a limited amount time. So that the rest of you have time to see them.

@malereblogmischief is the second page. Any and every story, from other writers, I have ever reblogged gets archived here. So, that I'm still supporting my fellow writers.

@askmrmischief is my third page and this is where I take request, question, would you rathers, and possess/hypnotize/transforms. I want to use this side more for connecting with all of you.

Status: Not taking request!

(But, look back this might change in a day, week, or month, lol)

@men-for-mischief is my newest page and it's just a collection of guys I find really hot. And, potentially for some juicy stories.

Transformative Justice: The OnlyFans Stud and the OnlyFans Gainer

(Requested and Co-written by @jsecrazy)

Jorge was proof that karma didn't exist. Ever since he was a teenager, he worked out. First it was for his football team. Then it just became core to who he was. His body just became more impressive with age. His arms were huge. His chest and abs were chiseled. His legs were strong. 

His ego increased with his muscles. The high-school jock and bully aged into the incredible looking man he was now. But, no matter how incredible he was on the outside, his insides were as vile as they come. He was self absorbed. He viewed people that weren't somewhat fit as waste of space. It was time for me to take karma into my own hands. 

But, there must always be a balance. And, my attentioned turned to another man, Henry. Henry was always overweight. He couldn't help but to enjoy the taste of life. But, as he grew up he found himself getting bigger and bigger. The first time he went past 300lbs, Henry was at the lowest part of his life. He felt unloved and like his life was a waste. 

But, Henry found a community. A community of gainers that celebrated bodies like his. For the first time he felt loved and seen, as people praised him with compliments. He even gained the courage to start an only fans. But, even with his found happiness, Henry always wonder how life would be if he was fit. So, I put the wind into motion and let the events playout, until I was ready to act.

Jorge also started an only fans not to long ago. Why wouldn't he. He was hot. If other guys, not as hot as he was, could make money... why couldn't he? Maybe he could even stop working at the gym and dealing with overnight or scrawny clients. Plus, it was an excuse to show off his body. 

One day as he was reading his comments on only fans. He responded to comments of girls and gay guys hitting on him. He laughed at pictures of overweight and scrawny guys asking for workout and diet advice. He sighed. Damn, I need more followers. He said as his current count was at 345 followers. He loved his fans... more likely he loved the praised. But, no amount of followers would ever enough. 

He began to look up only fans accounts of people he marked as competition. He wanted to see what he wasn't doing. Why did these lesser men have more followers than him? He was more ripped. He was better looking. It wasn't fair. But, his heart nearly dropped as he stumbled on Henry's page, with some help from me of course. Henry's page was sitting at a nice 10,563 followers. 

This wasn't right... how could a fat fuck like this have more followers than him. How could so much people wanna see this fat piece of lard? So he developed a plan to set this abomination in his place. "Hey, dude! I fucking love your body. The fucking dedication that you've done to get your body that size... it is admirable man." He texted maliciously. "I've always felt pressured to stay fit. But, the truth is... I'd always wanted to get big and fat like you. Maybe I could meet up with you and you can give me some tips. Maybe I can even get a chance to play with that belly of yours."

When Henry saw the text he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that someone as hot as Jorge wanted anything to do with him. "Yeah, I'd love to. Where do you wanna meet up?" So between texts they agreed to meet at a buffet by the gym Jorge worked at. The day arrived and Henry learned Jorge wasn't at the restaurant yet. "Where are you?" He texted worrying that he was stood up.

"Sorry, some business at the gym is taking longer than I expected. Why don't you come in and keep me company, until I'm done." Jorge texted back. Henry's heart melted. He felt wanted. He let his fear of stepping into a gym wash over him.

But, as he walk in. All eyes were on the 320lb man. People whispering and laughing behind his back. He walked up to Jorge, with his smile slowly fading. "How much longer do you have?" He asked Jorge. 

"Don't worry big guy this will all be over fast." Jorge smiled devilishly. A few people that already knew what was happening started filming on their phones. Pushing Henry to the ground, Tyler started laughing as he began announcing to the gym.

Herny struggled to get onto his feet. "Hey everyone look what we have here, a fat fuck. Can you believe this fat fuck has an only fans showing off his fat disgusting body. In fact he has over 10,000 followers. Can you believe this abomination makes more money than any of you just for being fat." Tyler announced. At this other people started adding into the ridicule towards Henry. Tyler ripped Henry's shirt and exposed his jiggling flesh. Everytime Henry tried to stand up Tyler would kick his back down. He was forced to crawl out of the gym. "Yeah, crawl like the fat pig you are. And, say hi to the normal side of the internet you fat fuck. Not, that twisted side of fat fuckers that are obviously insane."

Herny finally made it out of the gym through the abuse and harassment. He went into his car and drove off crying at the experience. Tyler, satisfied with what he did, decided to go back home. And, this was my opportunity to strike... to enact karma.

Siting in his cry crying. Henry's body began to burn up. He watched as could see actual steam being released from his body. It looked as if his body was boiling. He was in extreme pain as every muscle in his body began to cramp. With each groan he saw his body shrink in size. And, his skin began to tighten. As his skin tighten, he saw his body being shaped by muscle. His fat chest became a shelf of pecs. His fat gut was chiseled down into abs. His flabby arms were equally as huge as before, but now with raging biceps. His legs were shredded. "What the fuck is happening to me." He said, raising his hand to his throat, surprised at the deeper manly sound. 

Finally parts of his body started to darken as familiar tattoos took their shape. As the changes stopped, he was finally able to relax. Now, he was able to position himself to look into the rear view mirror. Staring back at him was Jorge. But, what was odd was that he looked even more buff than Jorge could ever wish for. 

As Jorge went home, he was starving. He felt a starving pain that he never felt before. "Damn, today built up an appetite in me." He laughed. He stormed his fridge eating all of his meal prep food for the whole week. But, he was still hungry. He ripped open bags of  chips and cookies that he saved as treats. The fog of hunger kept him from questioning what was happening to him.

 As he shoved food into his mouth. He became bigger. His muscles were being buried into rolls of fat. His pecs turned to fatty breasts. His abs were replaced by a gut, as it slowly began to sag. Soon the muscle mass inside all his newfound fat began to drain. As Jorge ate the last bit of food in his house, he began to come out of his fogged mind. He felt sick amd heavy. He looked at the mess around him. 

"What have I done?" He said, raising a hand to his throat, surprised at his higher sounding voice. As he moved back from the counter he realized the mistake he made. His belly was being supported by the counter. Now, without his belly sitting on the counter his new weight made him off balance and fell to the floor. It was only after his big gut impacted the floor and his body jiggled that he realized that he was now extremely obese. 

Struggling to get and stay up. He crawled, waddled and supported his way to the restroom. His reflection was that of Henry's except he was even fatter. Tyler waddled his way back to his phone. "What the fuck did you do to me." He texted Henry. Henry saw the text but decided to ignore him.

Jorge began calling his friends and trying to to explain the situation. But, no one beloved him. The world around him started to warp. He was never Jorge he was always Henry. Even his apartment warped into Henry's house. If I'm in his house now... he has to be in my house. He guessed. But he couldn't remember were he used to live. He knew that he could find the new Joege at the gym. But, new Herny's gym anxiety prevented him from even getting close to a gym. 

New Henry could only do one thing... to try and contact new Jorge on only fans. The new Jorge was definitely nicer and more personable. Instead of just showing off his body he actually tried getting to know his audience. He even offered advice and set up his page to encourage others to get fit. New Henry saw as the new Jorge's page was being flooded with followers. 

In every post the new Henry would post something along the lines of... "give me my body and life back." But, still the new Jorge never responded. Instead followers of the page mocked him for being crazy.

Days turned to weeks and weeks into months. The new Henry realized he wasn't ever gonna get his body back. His savings were running low, so he new what he had to do. He felt gross and disgusting but, he made a video. He bought some food and began binge eating. "Hey, guys sorry I've been away awhile... but, I'm back." He began to eat and play with his fat in front of the camera. He began get hard from all sorts of praise.

He loved reading the comments praising his obese body. He loved the conversation he has with people about gaining weight. It made him want to get fatter. Five years went by as he accepted himself as Herny. He would check in on Jorge every once in a while. Jorge kept up his body and continued to get even more ripped. His nicer personality lead him to becoming a top Onlyfans page.

One day Henry was ready to make his new video celebrating reaching 400lbs. As soon as he posted it... there was a message from Jorge. "I'm glad to see you're happy in your new body. I'm happy in mine. Luckily it turned out for the best for both of us."

Henry could feel his blood boil. After all these years he finally reaches out. But, he sighs there was nothing he could do know. Yes, he'd like to get his body back. But, it's been years... if there was anything that could undo this he would have found it by now. The only thing he could do was continue to love the body he was in. "Thanks man I appreciate it. Maybe we could could meet up in person. I'd love to please my old body." Henry texted.

Jorge responded. "LOL luck for you fat bodies still turn me on. I'd love to fuck that fat body of your."

So, the two men reunited. And, unlike there first meeting, they embraced turned on by each other's bodies. Henry expirenced new things and sensation casued by his fat body. Jorge loved feeling his strength manhandled his old body. As they lied next to each other, the last piece of the puzzle feel into place. Looking into each others eyes, being close to each other just felt right.

From Best Friend to Boyfriend

(CHRONIVAC WEEK)

Emma, woke up as the sunlight filled her room. She smiled as a night of good sleep slowly faded from her. Her smooth body stretched as her slender legs and arms reached as far as they could. Her breast jiggled as she relaxed her body. She was ready to start her day. But, as she moved she felt a tingle surged through her body. It didn't happen often but, this morning she felt extremely horny.

Emma started playing with her sensitive clit, as her pussy became nice and moist. With her other hand she played with her unusually sensitive breast. "What the fuck is going on," she thought to herself.

She started sticking a finger and then two into her leaking cunt. Every sensation seem to be multiplied by ten. She continued playing with herself, until she felt something insider her vagina. It started pressing against her fingers, as it fought to get out of her. Her heart began to race, as she removed her fingers.

The sensation began to grow, as it felt a cylindrical object was coming out of her wet pussy. She pulled her pussy lips apart, as she moans in pleasure from the sensation. She anticipated whatever was coming out of her.

A few seconds past as felt the sensation reach her clit, causing her to scream in ecstasy. Slowly her clit started getting pushed from her body as it fused with the flesh sliding out of her vagina. In less than, a minute a cock was forming between her legs. It pulsated and stretched, getting longer on wider. As her cock reached a thick 8 inched and globs of cum began shooting out. With each orgasm she felt her new empty ball sack begin to twitch as two huge testicles began to take shape.

With her lower body covered in cum, Emma stared in shock at the beast that was now between her legs. But, before she could think... built up agony radiated from her throbing cock, as it became hard again. She needed a release from this built up sexual pressure. And, she took her small hand and began to jack off. Each pump was orgamasmic and sent waves of sensations throughout her body.

With each pump her body grew. Her slender body began to thicken up. Feeling her up with a more masculine and toned featured. Her breast began to shrink. Her hair started to cover her arms and legs. As, the hair on her head shortend. Her girly moans began to be turn into deeper manlier grunts. And, as the final changes occurred she, now a he, shot out another massive load, letting out a beast like roar, "Fuck! This feels so good."

With heavy breathing, Emma looked at his new body. And, he finally snapped out of the lustful trance he was under, as panic filled his body. He felt up his slightly muscled chest. He felt his still throbbing cock and juicy balls. "What the fuck... this can't be happening... this can't be happening." His heart raced faster.

Just then his roommate Hannah walked in, with a phone in her hand. "Fuck, Emma it it worked." Hannah smiled. As, Emma's body began to be marked with several tattos.

Emma turned around and quickly tried to cover up his naked body. "Hannah, no I'm naked... I don't know what happened to me... it's me Emma." She stammered. But, she realized what Hannah had just said. "...Wait.. do you know what's going on... What the fuck did you do to me?" Emma cried.

"What!?" Hannah asked a bit confused. "You said you'd be my date to my brother's wedding, after Tyler broke up with me."

Emma looked dumbfounded. "Yeah, I thought I going still go as me, as friends. I didn't think I was gonna wake up and grow a penis. How is this even possible?" He shouted

Hannah looked up from her phone. "Oh, shoot, I forgot to apply the mental changes. Look, Emmett, I really think it's for the best. Our luck with boys suck. We're best friends and I think we can work out as a long term couple. The only problem is we are both women and straight. So, I downloaded this app called Chronivac. It's able to change anyone to anything... Aren't you tired of being single and going on dates with these losers?" Hannah bargained.

Emma looked to seriously think about what Hannah was saying. "Yes but..." Emma tried to say.

But, Hannah interrupted. "Look this will make things feel more normal." She says as she presses a button on her phone.

Memories of a another life begin to fill Emma's head. He wa starting to realize he was no longer Emma. He was Emmett. He remembered hanging out with his guy friend. Going to the gym and trying to get gains. Playing video games. Playing on the boys soccer team in high-school. All the father son bonding, with his dad. He remembered meeting Hannah and falling in love. They've been together for years, now.

But, even with these hard implanted memories, Emmett knew this wasn't true. He had faint memories of being Emma. "Look, babe..." Emmett stop realizing what he just called, his once best friend. "I understand you want this but even with these fake memories you put in my head... I still like guys."

Hannah pressed another button and smiled. With that Emmett began to get hard looking at his hot girlfriend standing at the door way. Hannah looks at the tent Emmett is making under the covers. "Damn, honey I love you so much... I still want you to remember a bit of your life as Emma, so I know my friend is still somewhere in there and so you won't turn into a total asshole like the other men in my life."

Emmett gives a flirtatious smile as he uncovers his toned and naked body. "Fuck, babe you look so good. I'm really glad you did this. Your right... I can't wait to be the best boyfriend you ever had. And, I can't wait to explore this new life wirh you. Now, come her and let me explore that pussy with my thick cock"

Hannah presses on last button and runs under the covers to Emmett. They begin to grind against each other, as they explore each other's bodies. The world around them warps as Emmett's room begins to turn to match his new masculine persona. As, the rest of reality also changes to match their new lives.

Holiday Special: The Twelve Days of Transformation

(UPDATE)

I've been posting each part everyday. But, as you can see it's been awhile since I've posted another part.

I've had all the parts saved on a flash drive. But, the USB got corrupted and the files lost. I've tried to get myself to write the last 4 parts, again from memory, but I can't bring myself to do it.

So, I'm gonna have to end The Twelve at part 8. Maybe one day I'll finish the series. But, I think it's best if I just move on to other stoires.

Edit: In response to the comment section.

I wrote the stories first and find the pictures usually the day before posting.

That being said I did have one picked out for the next part:

I did have a final picture but it was gonna end in a fill santa look. Similar to a picture I already used.

Throughout the next parts it was just gonna be a continuation of him becoming more excepting of being Santa Claus.

The main focus of the next parts would have been a binge eating session, the more he ate the more he craved sweets.

Followed by a visit from the elves telling him to get ready to leave his life behind. Finding out what happened to his dad and the dangers of being Santa Claus in this secert magical side of the world.

Then a November were he would say bye to everyone he was close, too. He would have found out his girlfriend that left him was pregnant with his son.

Then December he would be arriving as the elves are getting ready for Christmas. He we find a letter from his dad... talking about how he wished he could have been more in his son's life. But, the importance of Santa. It would have ended has he looked into snow globes of the people he knew and strangers alike. Seeing all the life, joy, sadness. Seeing families everywhere holding on to the hope that the idea that Santa Brings. Watching his son getting born. Understanding what his father went through. But more importantly understanding his responsibilities to everyone in the world.

Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 8 of 12]

August

Nick could not shake everything he learned. His life was never gonna be the same. He was paralyzed with information and his life went on hold, as he sorted out his thoughts. The man he never knew but spent his whole life time hating, just changed in his head. All the Christmas presents that said from Santa, really coming from his dad. They were always exactly what he wanted.

As, the month went on all Nick could think about was everything his mother told him of his father and the life they lived together.

His father and mother knew each other from a young age. They went to the same schools. They hung out worh the same friends. They began dating in high-school. Before they left off to college, they already got married. Life was perfect and they were in love like the first day they met. What they wanted above all else was to have a child. Nick's father wanted to be a dad, since he himself was raised without a father.

But, when they both turned 25, the changes started to take affect. They both grew concerned because of what was happening to Nick's father.

His father, learned the truth over time. That his family are the descendants of the original Santa Claus. There must always be a man in the family that takes up the mantle of Santa Claus, if something should happen to the one currently in the role.

Nick realized his life would never be the same, again in a couple of months. He would never be able to live his life, as he planned. He would be up in the north pole as an observer to the world and no longer a participant. It was up to him to be a beacon of hope and good cheer. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this role. But, he knew, deep down, it was a role he had to take no matter if he liked or not. It would be selfish not, too. The world need a Santa Cluas.

Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 7 of 12]

July

As Nick went well into July, He couldn't recognize the man he used to be anymore. It was more than the half way point of the year. He lost his friend because it was weird for an old man to be hanging out with a bunch of 30's, going to clubs, hiking, etc. His body couldn't even keep up anymore, like he was able to just a few months ago.

His friend now consisted of his boss, and the other older guys at the business club, and the baker from down the street. He already started looking older and fatter than his boss, at this point. His boss stopped treating him like a young man a long time ago. Instead his boss viewed him, as a slightly older man than himself. He started to look up to Nick as a role model.

As, head of sales and distribution , Nick started to find joy in his work. He was good at it. Making sure these were delivered on time gave him a sense of accomplishment. Something he could finally control. His new office was filled with people that never knew hunky 35 year old Nick. Instead all his staff knew him as a portly mid 50s to early 60s man. They treated him with respect, by always calling him Mr. Winters. And, he was a good boss. He tried to make the work environment fun. Alway, leaving gifts for people's birthdays and having weekly staff bonding games and parties.

Nick gave up on trying to stay fit. He tried to stay on a diet, but it wasn't working out. The first couple of days he felt sick. He had no energy, was grumpy, and his stomach constantly screamed for food. As, he began to eat more he became more energetic and jolly.

It felt good finally allowing himself to binge on food. He spent years trying to stay fit. But. It didn't matter, anymore. Because no matter what he did, now, he was going to end up fat. It was like all the weight was lifted off his shoulders and land on his belly.

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In the last week of July, Nick took the 6 hour drive to visit his mom for her birthday. The fear and anger about his situation slowly began melting a way. Because, there was nothing he could do at this point.

It was becoming a tighter fit, in his car, even with the car seat pushed all the way back. Even his 3 day travel bag was strained carrying his bigger clothes and snacks. Nick body constantly felt hungry and if he went to long with out eating he would feel tired and cranky. Another bag of snacks sat on the front seat. It was filled with cookies, chips, beef jerky, candy. He had multiple liters of Coca Cola on the floor of the passenger seat.

He finally made it to his mother's house and knocked door. His mom was thrown off guard as she saw this big older man, at the door.

"Hi Mom!" He says going to give his mom a hug. His belly squeezed against her.

It took a moment to realize what was happening, but his mother replied, "Nick is that you?"

Nick was a bit surprised his mom wasn't freaking out, but he just laughed. His belly jiggling in the process. "Yeah, I wasn't lying I'm an old fat man, now." Nick patted his belly.

Over the weekend, the two spent time together. They went to the store and out to eat. Nick found every excuse to buy his mom something. He enjoyed making her happy and spending time with family. He even decided to not ask her about his father, because what was the point. There was nothing that could be done anyways.

On the other side, Nick's mom worried for her son. She knew the truth. Sadness filled her eyes, everytime she stared at him. The night before he left he heard her crying in her room.

Nick's heart broke and walked in carring a cup of Hot Cocoa to cheer her up. "Mom what is it? Are you sad because of my transformation... because you don't have to be. I'm okay with it, honestly." Nick tried comforting her.

She wiped the tears from her eyes, "Damn your just like your father... Nick, I have to tell you something about your father." Nick's heart raced, he wasn't expecting this conversation but, he just nodded.

"Your father is... Santa Clause. And, based on your transformation it means he's dead."

Nick dropped the Hot Cocoa, the mug shattering on the floor. His mind raced, as his mom informed him of all the missing details.

After another day at his mom's home, Nick drove home his head still spinning trying to grasp the weight of what she said and what this all meant.

Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 6 of 12]

June

The next day Nick woke up earlier. For the first time in his life he felt groggy and heavy. It was difficult trying to get the energy to get out of bet. And, then there was the pain from his lower back.

He looked at his reflection and noticed his skin started looking older. More wrinkled and weathered by life. He wasn't sure if it was all in his head but it looked like he gain more weight overnight. He sighed, Hopefully I get some answers, today.

Nick sat in the doctor's office. As his doctor walked in.

"Nick is that you?" The doctor asked shocked. You both didn't want to say it, but you now looked older than the doctor.

"Yeah, Doc. This is the new change I was talking about." Nick slapped his gut. "The changes stopped since the last time I saw you, and everything was fine. But, literally overnight I just gained 30 lbs of fat."

"I'm sorry you are going through this." The doctor said. But, in his tone hid the fact that he wasn't surprised.

"So, doc, can you tell me what's going on with me?" Nick, asked.

"It's complicated. Everything came back negative. For all intents and purposes internally your as healthy as a 20 year old athlete." The doctor explained.

Nick laughed in disbelief and his small belly jiggled. "That's hilarious. Look at me... look... this is not healthy. What's happening is not normal." Nick started becoming more agitated.

"Nick calm down. I agree with you. Something is happening. Just not something with your health." The doctor rose his voice in an attempt to silence Nick. "It has to do with your genetic."

"What do you mean." Nick said his anger interrupted with confusion.

"After the result came back, your case still intrigued me. It's nothing I've ever seen before. So, I sent a DNA sample to a colleague you works more in experimental genetics." The doctor began to explain. "And, what he found defies everything we know."

At that point another doctor walks into the room an, elderly man. "Hello, Nick I am Dr. Paulak. Your case is quite intriguing." The old man began pulling out paper work and handing it to Nick. Nick began reading it. It was results and information from multiple DNA test.

"What is all this, Nick asked."

"Dr. Freeman is correct. Medically there is nothing wrong with. You are as healthy as a man younger than your actual age. But, there are some very strange anomalies that cause your body to act very different from an average person."

"Please, just tell me. What's going on with me." Nick pleaded, tried of the doctor skirting around the issue.

"Okay, okay... it's seems like your cells have an ability and need to store massive amounts of energy. In fact your body seems to see this as the main goal of it's function. This can explain your aging appearance but the fact is you are still as healthy as a race horse. Your body seems to have drained the energy keeping your skin and hair youthful and began storing that, as energy, for this transformation process, you are going through, to start."

"There's no way to reverse this?" Nick's heart dropped. "What about the weight gain. Why am I getting fatter, now all of sudden?"

"That can be explained too. As your body continues to transform into this energy saver, for a lack of a better word, it seems your body is even more skilled at storing the nutrients and fats of everything you eat. Meaning it's hard for you to lose weight because now even the healthiest foods are somewhat fattening." The doctor continued to explain. "In fact as this transformation continues, your body is gonna have the need to eat more in order to meet its needs to store energy."

"So, what are your telling me, I'm going to get fatter and theirs nothing I can do about it." Nick yelled.

"I'm afraid, so." The doctor simply replied allowing Nick to sit in silence and think.

"What is this energy even for? You keep saying my body is taking all of my youth and the food I eat for energy, what's the point." Nick asked just trying to understand.

"As for that, we don't know." Dr. Freeman spoke up.

"I don't even feel full of energy. Today, I felt so drained. So much for all this energy my body is storing." Nick cried.

"Well that's happening for two reasons," Dr. Pualak started up again. "Firstly, It could be your not eating enough, to meet your new bodies needs. Now, I'm not condoning you eat more. It up to you. The second reason is... it seems your body has a genetic depositions for a hibernation cycle of sorts. It seems like during winter your body might be more active. As summer approaches, you are at the peak of your hibernation state. That explains why you are feeling so tired. As winter approaches again you should start feeling better."

"There's gotta be something you can do. Hormones I can take. Things I can do." Nick sat down defeated.

"As of now, there is nothing we can do. Unless there were others that share your strange syndrome. Then we can start cross examining the data and narrow down something that could stop or cure this. Do any of your family members share any of these effects?" Dr. Paulak asked.

Nick just shook his head. "No, my mom's family are normal. Some cases of cancer, diabetes, but nothing like this."

"What about your father." Dr. Paulak asked.

"I don't know, I've never known him or his family. He left before I was born." Nick got a bit irritated thinking about the fact that he could have inherited this from his father. A man the he never met or cared about. A man that abandoned him and his mom.

"Well maybe you can start there?" Dr. Freeman stepped in. "You can ask your mother and update us if you find out more. Until than take it easy. If you need we know a therapist thst handles these types of cases."

"What there are othesr like me!? But, you just said..." Nick asked confused.

"Not exactly like you... But, people that have found themselves in a new body, one way or the other."

The doctors gave Nick the card to the therapist. And, he left back to his home. He got some answers but he was heartbroken he didn't have any solutions.

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Everything was happening so fast. This year was to much for Nick to handle. As May went on, he fell into denial. Those doctors are crazy. Talking about people being put into new bodies. They sound like some cracked mad scientist. They don't know what they are talking about. I'm going to be better in no time. Nick talked to himself.

But as the month past, he felt more tired. He gained more weight. The age difference between him and his friends were becoming more apparent. He started ghosting them. He hung out more with his boss and his new older friends. He was able to relate to them more. "I was jealous of you there for awhile. Glad your gaining weight like the rest of us." His boss admitted. Nick didn't care at this point. He was defeated. He just smiled and laughed it off.

The guys at the gym started making fun of his weight gain. Saying he was starting to look more his age. And, that it was sad to see age get the best of him.

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There was one last hope to fix this, Nick thought. Maybe his dad or his dad's family could shed light on his situation. But,, first he had to talk to his mom. Through all of this, he kept his mom blind to what was happening. Hoping he could fix it on his own. But, now with no cure he knew he had to come clean. He called up his mom like he had always done. "Hey, mom month when I go back home to visit you for your birthday... there's gonna be something different about me. I just want to give you a heads up."

"Oh, sweetie what's going on. You sound like your in trouble. Now, matter what it is you can tell me." His mom's warm voice made him feel safe. Tears ran down his face.

Nick cried as he began to speak, "I'm an old man now."

His mom laughed, "Sweetie you're barely 35. You have a lot of life left ahead of you."

"No mom, I'm really an old man." Nick took a picture and sent it to her. He was getting frustrated that she didn't believe him.

"Oh, sweetie stop playing with those apps. But, that is a realistic photo edit. You got me worried for a bit. You always try so hard on your pranks." His mom laughed.

Nick realized the only way to prove it to her was to just wait and show her in person. Hopefully she wouldn't freak out. And, better yet maybe she had answers to some of his questions about his father.

(Shout out to @thegreatstoryteller his TF Therapy series has inspired me to turn this one story idea into a series)

Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 5 of 12]

May

Nick was loving his life. He loved his body. He loved how everyone treated him. He felt like a new man. Finally he seemed to get a hang of his new life and body.

But, a part of him still hung on to his old life. The fact that he was still a 35 year old man. But, instead of these two forces fighting each other, they began to balance each other out. As Nick was able to live the best of both worlds.

Although it was becoming less frequent, he still hanged out with his old friends. He drank with them, hiked, went to the beach. He kept his body fit at the gym. He did everything he did before. His body felt young and could still keep up. Of course it was still weird seeing a 50 year old man hanging out with 30 year olds.

Appearance wise, he was able to command respect. People looked up to him. And, his social life expanded as he began to hangout with his boss and his boss's wealthy friends. New opportunities were opening to him.

He was able to live as both a young man and a old man. With his friends, he was still a bro chucking down beers, eating pizza, and partying. In fact he was still the most fit out of all his friends. With his boss and new friends, he was able to relate on some aspects of being an older man. Flipping between these two sides became second nature for Nick. But, sooner or later good things come to an end.

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On the last day of Nay, at the gym, Nick was changing to get ready to leave. As two young men walked in. Nick recognized the men, as two 20 year olds that admired Nick.

"Yo, pops what's popping. Damn, you getting the bulk going." One of the young men said.

Nick hated when they guys at the gym called him pops. But, he never corrected them about his age. But, this time he was caught off gaurd, as the men were talking about his bulk.

"Damn, that's gonna be sick when you start cutting back down. You gonna be even more of a beast." The other guy proclaimed.

"Yeah, gotta get those gains." Nick replied. Still confused at what they were talking about. As the two men began to change into their workout clothes, Nick walked up to a mirror.

For the first time in two months his body had transformed again. And, not in a way he liked. His abs were gonna. His sculpted body that he worked hard on was cover in a layer of fat. Instead of the silver fox he had been these past two months, he now had a thick and somewhat strong dad bod. He still looked like a daddy. But, now just a different definition of the word.

He got dressed noticing his clothes were a bit tighter. They accentuated his small gut. He went home and explored the fat the clinged to his body. He felt parts of his body jiggle with every movement. This was a new experience for the always fit 35 year old. Did this just happened or have I been gaining weight for a while now, Nick asked himself.

His heart raced as he felt the fear of whatever is happening to him return. "No, no, no I was done transforming! This is not fair!" Nick yelled out to whatever cruel force was doing this to him, while holding his bloated stomach.

Just then his phone rang. It was the hormone specialist. "Hello, Nick I'm extremely sorry for barely getting back to you. It seems there was a lot more... um... complications in understanding what's happening to you. I'm actually surprised you haven't called in sooner." The doctor related through a concerned tone.

"Hey Doc, yeah I was actually doing well there for awhile. But, it funny that you called. My body is going through another phase of transformation." Nick said trying to hide his panic.

"Okay, I understand. I... um think it would be better to have this conversation in person. Can you please come to my office tomorrow." The doctor said calmly trying not to scare Nick.

"Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem considering I'm the boss. I'll just call out of work tomorrow." Nick stated.

Soon after that, the conversation ended. Nick wasn't even sad at this point. No, he was upset. This curse came back. It waited for him to be happy, again. And, now it's sucking the joy out of his life, again. All he could do was wait for tomorrow. He hoped the doctor had some good news. Or, at least a way to prevent things from getting worst.

Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 4 of 12]

April

Nick looked in the mirror and, for the first time in a while, he smiled. Damn, I look good for being an older man, he said to himself. He examined his body, checking out all the muscle behind the graying hair. He flexed a little bit. Fuck, yeah I'm a hot daddy, he flirted with himself.

Suddenly, he snaps out of his trance. "What the fuck was that?" He yelled out. I can't give in to whatever this is! Nick yelled in his head. I'm going to get my body back to the way it was. I just gotta wait a bit longer

Nick continued to try and live his life as normal as he could. He went to work. He hung out with friends. He went to the gym. He tried to be himself or the person he used to be before all of this. But, he began feeling out of place.

Deep down he could feel it. Some part of him slowly growing. A part of him that wanted to just give in. It wanted him to embrace who he was becoming. But, he couldn't let it happen. He continued to push that feeling deep into his psyche; he was still thankful he was stronger then these feelings.

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The meeting his boss set up came at the end of the first week of April. He met with the potential business partner. She was hot for her age, a total MILF. It was awkward at first, but he quickly became comfortable. And, he started getting into character.

He took her to dinner where they could talk business. They made small talk. They flirted. It was strange being in this situation with a women that could almost be his own mom's age. It was even weirder that to the outside world and to the women in front of him none of this was strange. It just looked like to older people having a good time together.

Nick would get glimpses of them two in the mirror. Damn, we'd make a good couple, if it wasn't just so weird, Nick said to himself. Everything continued to go as planned. She seemed to like the deal. She seemed to like Nick.

Towards the end of dinner, she became even more flirty. "I'm just in town tonight. We had such a good time. I'd like to continue this in my hotel room." She suggested. Nick was shocked. He wasn't planning on it going this far.

But, maybe it was his recent break up. Maybe it was that growing feeling of excepting his older body. But, he calmly said "Definitely, I'd love that." The two raced to the hotel room, making out on the way.

As they got to the hotel room, she positioned Nick onto the bed. "I got to freshen up a bit. There should be virga in there, if you need it." She tossed Nick her purse, as she went of to the restroom.

"I don't think I'll need it," Nick flirtatiously replied. "Oh someone is confident." She flirted back.

As she returned, Nick felt his dick get hard, as he saw her. She climbs on him and they begin to make out. "Damn, you keep your body in good shape," she moans. "Your not too bad yourself," Nick grunted as he manhandled her, the two switching their position. Now, he was on top.

This is so fucking weird, Nick screams in his head. But, it feels so right. The two of them proceeded to make out exploring their bodies. And, soon they make love as Nick penatrated her. The sex was passionate and raw, as Nick felt good for the first time in a long time.

They reached climax has she moans out Nick's name. Nick's cock shots a load of cum deep inside her. They lay next to each other panting, feeling the erotic pleasure surge through their bodies.

"Damn, you fuck like a 20 year old." She moans. The two of them cuddle for some time. She gives Nick her business card. "Call me and I'll let you know the next time I'm in this part of the world. Maybe we can get together, again."

Nick new what he was getting into. He knew this would be a one night stand. But, he still felt a little bummed out. He felt like he finally found someone he could be his new self around. "Sure, I'd like that," Nick smiled.

After a few hours, Nick got dressed and began to drive home. Did I really just become the booty call of an older woman... and I actually liked it. Nick asked himself finally taking time to fully comprehend what just happened.

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The next day at work his boss was pleased to hear the good news. "You did good, Nick. I don't know what's happening to you but, boy am I glad it happened." His boss patted him on the back and shook him with excitement.

"Thanks sir, I'm not sure what's happening myself. But, I actually had a good time." Nick replied.

"That good to hear, boy... Damn, it's weird to call you that, considering you almost look my age. But, anyway I want to reward you. You earned your self a new promotion for the new sector we are opening you up. I'm making you head of sales and distribution at our new branch." His boss said with proud excitement.

"What!? ... sir ... thank you. I'd be honored." Nick stuttered.

Nick's boss brought out some whisky, to celebrate. The two men began to talk like two old friends. Which, at this point wasn't a stretch of the imagination. Because, as time had been passing Nick's has started to view his boss more as friend than he did his old office friends.

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The rest of April went on without any physical changes that Nick could notice. And, for the first time since this all happened, Nick felt happy. Everything was going great. He was settling in to his new appearance. He even set up a dating profile on a site for people over 50.

Towards the end of April, Nick realized the hormone specialist never call back. But, at this point he didn't care. He started liking the way he looked. If this is as bad as it gets I can live with this, Nick said to himself. It's not like it can get any worse.

Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 3 of 12]

March

As February came to an end, Nick realized trying to cover up his graying hair and shaving his body everyday just wasn't feasible. The dye alone was costing him a fortune and, now, he had to add shavers and hair remover creams.

As March started, Nick reluctantly allowed his graying hair to do as it pleased. He wasn't going to cover it up anymore. Deep down, he was hoping his appointment with the doctors would give him some answers and solutions. So, at worst he wouldn't be like this for much longer.

The office began to talk, as everyone saw Nick practically age before their eyes. The young 35 business man now looked like he was approaching 50. People asked him questions. But, Nick couldn't give anyone answers. "I'm going to meet with a specialist," was all he could reply with.

As the days passed, Nick became more comfortable with the aging man that he saw in the mirror. Even though he still had his young body, the older appearance brought by the gray hair, beard, and body hair still affected how Nick was beginning to act.

He felt more confident and he like how people started having more respect for him. He even started to lean in to the age people thought he was. It started to have it's benefits. One of the major benefits was his boss started to respect him more. Nick guess it was because they were looking closer in age.

"Nick, I have an important job for you. A meeting with a potential partner. If we can make a deal with her company our profits would double. And, we would be rid of our shipping problem. I need you to woo her off her feet. Charm her." His boss requested.

"Thanks sir, but why me," Nick asked.

"Let's just say your her type. Your mature looking bit your still fit," The boss said patting his own gut. "The meeting is next month. So, take time to do your research. Present our deal and throw in some of that charm." His boss directed.

What his boss was saying was true. He may look older. But, underneath all this graying hair still was the body of fit 35 year old.

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Although he was getting more comfortable with his body. He still didn't want to stay this way. So, keeping up his fitness was becoming his main focus. He felt like it was the one thing he could control. He began spending more time in the gym. Even if he had to deal with guys in their 20's, 30's, and even early 40's coming up to him and saying they'd kill to have a body like him at his age. Nick always felt like correcting them, revealing his true age. But, he never did. It would be more of a hassle that Nick didn't have the time for.

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Time passed and Nick was pleased that there weren't other physical changes. But, he did notice he was starting to act different; older. But, he brushed it off. He chalked it up to be some subconscious psychological issue. Seeing an older man in his reflection meant ,maybe, subconsciously he probably felt like he had to act older. Once I get this dealt with and look normal again, I'll be back to my old self, he hoped.

Finally his appointment with the hormone imbalance specialist came. Nick was hoping for answers and solutions for whatever was happening to him. He was hoping this nightmare would be over. "Okay. Nick," The doctor walked in and paused. "Oh, sorry sir... I must have the wrong chart ... I'll be right back." The doctor left the room and came back five minutes later.

"Um Sir ... you are Nick Winters, right?" The doctor asked.

"Yes?" Nick responded a bit confused by everything.

"Oh, okay, sorry about that... it seems like there was just a small mix up with something. It's no big deal. I'll go ahead and let the nurse know to fix your age on the paperwork, after where done here today. So, what brings you in," the doctor continued.

Nick felt a bit embarrassed, "Well that's just it. The age on the paper work is correct. In fact just over two months ago I looked like an normal 35 year old. But, now my body is covered in all this graying hair. It grows back fast. And, if I try to dye it... it doesn't hold pigment..." He continued talking and telling him everything he has been experiencing.

The doctor just looked at Nick, surprised by everything he was saying. "I've never seen anything like this before." He walked closer and examined Nick's face. "Interesting, either your telling the truth or you have taken really good care of your skin over the years." The doctor tried to joke. Nick, stayed quiet.

Over the course of the next few hours. The doctor asked Nick to do different task. He shave parts of Nick's body. Within 10 minutes stuble was already growing back. He tried to dye Nick's hair. But, the hair was unaffected by the dye.

He gathered serial vials of blood to be tested. He requested to get MRIs and X-rays. Any test that was useful was done. "Okay, Nick I don't know what going on with you. But, obviously this is not normal. We've run every test and now it just time to wait. We'll get to the bottom of this and help you however we could." The doctor tried to reassure Nick.

"Thanks, Doc... How long should it take to get the results." Nick said hopeful that this nightmare was actually coming to an end.

"Well, Nick. Some of these test take more time than the others. I'd say we will have a full report by next month. Until then, if we get any important results will let you know sooner." The doctor gave him a reassuring pat on the back.

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As Nick went home, he saw his girlfriend packing. "What's happening?" He asked.

"Fuck," she said to herself. "I was really hoping I'd be done before you got back.

"What's happening?" Nick asked again. He didn't want to believe what he was seeing.

"I'm breaking up with you." Her eyes began to water. "I know it not your fault. But, I just can't sit here and see what happening to you. I know it makes me a bitch to break up with you, when your going through this. But, I can't take it anymore. People stare when we go out on dates. You've been mistaken for my father. Heck, People probably think I'm a gold digger going after an older man. I just can't take anymore." She explained through her tear.

"But, I went to the doctors. They ran test. There gonna give me the results. I'm not gonna stay like this forever." Nick plead trying get her to change her mind.

"But, what if it you do. This... whatever is happening to you... it not normal. What if you get worst. What if it starts affecting more than your hair. Heck it's already affecting you mentally. You are starting to act and sound more older ever day. You go to the park and feed the duck. You been becoming friends with the old man that owns the bakery down the street. You even started relating more with your boss. And, that just the tip of the iceberg. My nightmare is one day waking up and your an 80 year old man." She continued packing. "Please don't make this harder than it needs to be."

Nick knew he should feel mad. But, she was right. He was acting different. She didn't sign up for this. She didn't deserve none of this. He walked out of the room and sat on the couch. Maybe a couple of months ago he would have fought. But, now, he just felt older and more mature. It hurt but, deep down, he knew it was for the best.

Eventually she came out of the room. "So, I guess this is good bye," she said, as she gave him one last kiss. She walked out of the door and his life.

Now alone in his apartment he cried. His girlfriend was just another casualty of this curse. "I hope all this ends before it gets worst," he cried to himself.

Holiday Special: Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 2 of 12]

February

As January came to an end, Nick's graying hair problem worsened. The dye that he used on his hair became less and less effective. By the beginning of February, Nick had to literally dye his hair everyday.

It would be the first thing he did every morning. And, by night time, his salt and peppered hair would be back. In just a week he spent over 100 dollars on hair dye. I can't keep going like this, he thought to himself. But, I have to. I can't let whatever is happening to me... beat me.

He hated that this was bothering him so much. He wished he could just except that his hair was going grey. But, he couldn't. He even brought it up to his younger girlfriend. "What it's natural for and old man to get grey hair." She jokingly laugh.

"I'm not old... I'm only 35... 5 years older than you." Nick replied in frustration. He was upset that his girlfriend wasn't taking this seriously.

"Calm down... you just gotta make sure to by permanent hair dye. Not the stuff that can just wash out." She tried ti reassure Nick.

Nick just sighed feeling crazy. I have been buy permanent hair dye, he thought to himself.

The next day he woke up to start the daily hair dying process. More hair on the side of his head was turning white. The hair on the top of his head was losing more sheen with more white hair starting to sprinkled in. Instead of the jet black hair he once had, it was now a dark charcoal gray. He sighed feeling defeated.

He looked around for his dye. But, he couldn't find it. Amongst the choas, he noticed something. Maybe he's been to stress to see it before. But, his hair was a lot longer and shaggy than it should have been. Making his graying hair more prominent.

The it hit him. He wasn't sure why he hadn't thought of it before. He decided to go to his barber. Maybe he would have a solution for his gray hair.

His hair raced as he realized this was the first time seeing his barber with his now graying hair. "Damn what kinda of dye job do you get." His barber shouted as Nick walked into the shop.

"It's not a dye job... my hair is going grey." Nick's face went red.

"That's not possible... I just cut your hair in December... you couldn't have gone this gray... this fast, naturally." The barber exclaimed.

The two men continued talking and settled on it being cause by stress.

"I was going ask. The dye I've been using... it seems to only hold on my hair for a day. Do you have any recommendations for hair dye." Nick asked.

"Yeah, actually I do." The barber said, as he pulls out a jar. "You can't use those cheap brands from the store. I got this shipped directly from China. I dyed someone's hair with this a month ago. Forgot to wear gloves. The color is still on my hands." He raises his hands showing so find black markings. Nick bought the jar of him, hoping thisbwould be the answer to his problems.

The next day he dyed his hair. To his excitement the dye stayed on his hair the whole day. He woke up the next day, expecting to have to dye his hair again, but his hair was still jet black. A week goes by and the color was still holding strong.

For the fist time in a long time, Nick felt relaxed. He could finally focus on work, his girlfriend, hanging out with friends. But, all good things come to an end.

Late one night. Nick jolted awake. His body and face was extremely itchy. He itched at his body through the clothes he wore to bed. But, it didn't help. He reach for his face and felt a thick beard on his recently hairless face.

He ran to the bathroom and his heart sank as his eyes where hit with his reflection. His graying hair was back. But, that was the lease of his worries. On his face was a thick graying beard. His arms were now cover in forest of dark hair. As, dark gray hair also poked out of the neck of his shirt.

He began removing his clothes revealing that hair now covered almost every inch of his body. A body that for his entire life has been relatively hairless. He couldn't even grow a beard, just a day ago. Worst was the dark body hair was already beginning to go gray in different places.

If he already looked 40 with is graying hair, now he looked like he was well into his mide to late 40's with his graying beard and body hair.

In a panic, Nick's eyes began to tear up. "What the fuck is happening to me." He screamed. He felt like collapsing into a hairy ball of self pity. But, he buried his sadness. He had to do something about it. He rushed to a convenient store. And, bought everything he need to make himself hairless, again.

He shave his beard with a trimmer, followed by a razor. He smiled as he saw his clean shaving face. It just something else I have to add to the list of things I need to do know, he told himself. He continued to trim, shave, and put hair removing cream on different parts of his body. It took hours but he was finally done. He finished up with dying his hair one again.

He smiled as he looked like himself once again. But, the smile faded as he noticed a thick 5 o'clock shadow sat on his face again. His just laughed at how absurd everything happening to him was. And, he shaved his face again, twice in one morning. By the time he was done it was time to got to work. He brought extra shavers with him, just incase.

As the day went on, Nick noticed that a thick 5 o'clock shadow would come back every hour. And, ever hour he went to the work restroom to shave. Around lunch time, his body started itching. He went to the rest, again, as show his body hair was starting to grow back. Making his body very prickly and uncomfortable. What the fuck, he screamed in his head. There has to be something wrong with my hormones. He proceeded to reshape his face and any body hair that was covered by his suit, mainly his hands amd knuckles.

Later on, one of his coworkers walked in to hand Nick some paper work. "Oh, it's good to see your embracing the gray."

"Oh, yeah, thanks." Nick instinctively replied. He was a bit confused by what his friend meant. He pulled out his phone to see the dye was already out of his hair. What it doesn't even last a day anymore, he questioned himself.

Something was really wrong and Nick no longer could hide it. Instantly he dailed his medical insurance. "Hello, I would like to make an appointment with a hormone imbalance specialist." The operator replied that the closest appointment possible would be in the middle of March. Nick feared he could wait that long but, with out no other choice he booked the appointment.

But, would I be able to survive whatever is happening to my body until than, he asked himself.

Holiday Special: The Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 1 of 12]

(Inspired by Tim Allen in the Santa Claus)

January

Nick started the day like every morning that came before him. He woke, up, took a shower, got dressed, ate something healthy, and went to work.

His life felt very predictable. And, in all honesty, Nick loved it. He worked hard to make sure his life turned out they way he wanted it to. At the age of 35, he was already a successful business man. He lived a comfortable life in one of the most expensive cities in the country.

But, something caught Nick off gaurd. As he brushed his teeth, Nick checked himself out, as he always does. That is when Nick spotted it. On his head lied a single strand of grey hair.

Nick's heart sank. I can't be going grey, I'm too young, he screamed in his mind. But, he quickly calmed himself down. I'm am getting older, he thought to himself. It's okay of my hair goes grey. I think I can pull it off. Plus, it's probably all this stress of being promoted to a senior position. I just gotta relax some more.

Nick spent the next few minutes playing with the strand of grey hair. Trying to hide it and blend it into the remaining jet black hair.

As the month continued, the rest of his hair started to lose it's sheen. Becoming more duller. More grey hair started to appear on the sides of his head. So, I'm going grey, he thought to himself. But, instead of panicking, he just tried to except that this was his life now.

He tried to embrace it. But, his friends made it hard. "Damn, dude that stressful job must be killing you. It already draining the life from your hair. You even look like you should be in your forties." They laughed.

But, they were telling the truth. The grey hair was affecting him more than he would like to admit. He couldn't understand why. Even his job that he loved, became more of a chore. His friends where even right about him looking older. Whether it was subconscious or not, his body even began to feel older.

The last straw was an experience he had buying a new suit. Buying a new suit always made him feel better. He looked around until he saw this red and white suit. He felt deep in his heart that he needed it. So, on the spot he told the cashier to ring it up for him.

As, Nick waited to pay he noticed the price of the suit was less than what was on the price tag. "Is there some kind of special going on, right now" He asked hoping this meant he could by another suit without going over his monthly suit budget.

The cashier that must have been in their late 20's looks up at him. "Yes sir, I already applied the silver fox special to your order."

"The Silver Fox Special, Dan?" Nick stuttered out.

"Oh, I thought you already knew about the specia.l. Yes, we are currently have a special going on for our valubale customers 40 and over."

"Thank you, I guess." Nick awkwardly laughed. He didn't want to show how bothered he was for being mistaken for a man in his 40s. Nick paid for the suit and speed out of the store. He stopped by a convenient store and bought some hair dye. He never felt more thankful for the self-checkout line then he he did at that moment.

He got home, washed his graying hair, and applied the dye to his hair. After waiting for time to pass, he washed out the dye and smile to see jet black hair cover his whole head once again. He was even happier to see himself looking his age, again. Damn it's weird how much older the grey hair made me look, Dan thought to himself. I guess dying my hair has to be added to the schedule, now.

Nick set a monthly reminder in his phone: Buy more hair dye.

Transformative Justic: Personal Trainer and the Nerd

To understand what led to this moment we need to know about the history of two men.

Payton was more than your average jock. He was 6'2" with tanned skin, from years of showing off his body. He was filled with muscle after years of working out and being personal trainer. He was also gifted with a thick 7 inch cock. He was shaped by the gods themselves.

The whole world loved him and he knew it. He was faster, stronger, and hotter than any of the guys at his school. And, that held up anywhere he went in life.

Every guy wanted to be him and every girl wanted to be with him. That much power and respect can go to a person head, especially when it's not earned. It was merely handed down to him through a lucky dice roll of genetics.

Nonetheless, Payton became, for the lack of a better word, an asshole. He bullied people he found to be particularly weak. He cheated on every girl and guy he dated. He became  selfish and arrogant. He began to feel like people where just there to be used and entertain him. And, the worst part is he was right. Everyone allowed his behavior because despite it all he was charming, manipulate, and hot.

I would be crazy to deny that anyone in his position would have a hard time not to abuse their position in life. It's what you do when your the alpha of alpha males. Becoming a arrogant asshole... a bully is almost required. But, that doesn't make it right. That doesn't make it fair. But, life is unfair. Karma can turn a blind eye. And, I'm here to fix the mistakes... to dish out justice... to punish those that deserve it.

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Tommy wasn't as blessed as Payton.  He was 5'6" and incrediblely pasty. His skin easily got sunburned and his body was riddled with other conditions: poor eye sight, asthma, and a weak body to name a few. But, to kick him down further life gave him a 3 inch cock.

All he wanted in life was to get bigger. He was always stick thin with no muscle or fat on his body. At this point, he would have been okay with either happening to him. He was just tired of being so small and weak.

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So the time came when he decided to do something about it. He joined a gym and met Payton. As Tommy explained he wanted Payton to be his personal trainer, Payton broked out into laughter. But, Tommy begged and pleaded. And, once Payton realized how much money Tommy was willing to spend, he agreed.

And, so, their abusive relationship began. He put Tommy through the hardest workouts. He would become physical  if Tommy fucked up, threatening to kick Tommy's ass. Payton hurled every insult at Tommy. Payton also enjoyed publicly humiliating Tommy infront of the whole gym.  

He couldn't stand looking at someone as weak as Tommy. To him Tommy didn't even deserve to live. They would always end thier sessions with Tommy washing off Payton in the showers. And, Tommy sucking Payton dick, as Payton's cum dump.

But, no matter what Payton threw at him, Tommy never gave up. He felt like Payton was the only person in this world that could beat the nerd out of him. He wanted a bodies like Payton. It's also didn't help the he had a huge crush on Payton, despite all the abuse.

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Over the past few months there has been some small improvements to Tommy's body but, he was still incredibly far from his goal.

He looked at himself in the mirror: flexing the smallest amount of muscle that now exists in his pencil thin arms. He smiled to himself. But, in walked Payton.

"What the fuck bro. You got not reason to be happy. Your still a fucking weak bitch." Payton says standing behind him  in the mirror and flexes his impressive biceps. He puts Tommy to shame. "This is how a real man looks." He pushed Tommy to the floor. As, he started checking out the rest of his body.

He finally looked down at Tommy. "Fuck bro, your still so small. Are you even trying? Look how fucking pathetic you look. Are you even keeping up with the diet I gave you."

Tommy looked up and sees the hunk of man towering over him. "I... I... I'm trying. I.. I just can eat .... that much. I get so full.. so fast." Tommy said both turned on and scared.

Payton kneeled down, one leg on Tommy. He used his hand to press Tommy's face into the ground. He leaned in, "See you fucking weak whore. You don't fucking try. I'm tired of bitches like you. Your lucky your good at sucking cock or I would have stopped being your trainer along time ago." 

Tommy could feel the manly heat radiating from Preston ripped body. He already knew what was coming. Payton continued, "looks like you need a heaping serving of cock in you mouth."

As, always Tommy was prepared to please Payton.  But, I wasn't going to let it happen. I was ready to give out justice.

The room shook and the lights flickered, as the two men jumped up. Their hearts pounded as the world around them spun. They lost balance as their eye sight went black.

Payton was the first to wake up. But, the world around him was a blur. He couldn't make out anything. "What the fuck! I'm can't see... I'm blind... help!?" He screamed but, he quickly held his throat. His voice sounded much higher. "What the fuck is going on." He said as his eyes began to water. The sound of his voice made him sound like a bitch and he hated it.

Tommy began awaking to the sounds of someone screaming.  He looked up and everything was clear. He lifted his hand to adjust his glasses but, realized he wasn't wearing any. He shot up and saw his old body screaming and crying, as it  crawled around the floor. He panicked, "This can't be happening... this can't be happening..." He kept repeating with his deeper voice. He looked down to see a familiar buff body.

He began to slowly get up. The new weight of all this muscle made him slightly off balance. He stood up his theory was right, as he saw his reflection. He was now in Paytons body. He began to feel himself up and felx. Every movement was so heavy but powerful at the same time.

Payton could hear the sound of another man in the room. "Hey, are you there? Help me! I don't what's going on. I can't see." He continued crawling around the floor. He was moving in the direction he heard the other man. He felt weak and pathetic as he did.

Tommy saw Payton struggling and realized his old body didn't have his glasses on. He saw them tossed at the otherside of the room. He went to go get them, worried of  Payton's reaction we he would finally see the reality of the situation. "Okay don't be scared Payton... I've got something to help you... but, when I do promise not to scream." Tommy deeply said.

Payton heart begins to race, as the stranger is talking to him. But, the more the stranger talked the more familiar he sounded. "Who are you?" Payton said with a high pitched whine, as he felt something be placed on his face. In an instant his vision was clear; he was able to see the world around him.

But, that didn't help. As, now he saw who was infront of him. He screamed as he saw his body moving without him inside it. "I told you not screamed." Tommy said, with panic in his voice, using his new speed and strength to muzzle Payton with his hand.

Payton heart raced as he felt his powerful muscular  wrap around the slender one he was in now. Tommy pulled Payton up, off the floor. "It's okay... just breath mam... you don't want to get..." Tommy tried to calm down Payton but, it was no help as Payton got a glimpse of his new reflection in the mirror.  His heart stopped and his chest began to tighten, as he began to understand what happened. He started to wheeze for breath. "Fuck! man your gonna be okay... your having an asthma attack." Tommy said releasing Payton from his hold.

Tommy rushed to his locker and grabbed his inhaler. He helped Payton use it. "Here, I'm probably not gonna need it now that I'm in your body." Tommy tried to joke. Payton just glared as he tried to relax his breathing. He was still pissed and weirded out by seeing his own body act so nice.

"What the fuck man! How did you do this... you got to change us back." Payton began to whine, after gaining his breath back. His weak body looked more hilarious than threatening, as he scolded Tommy.

"Look Payton, I didn't do this man... I don't know how to change us back." Tommy tried to explain.

But, Payton would not hear it. "You are a fucking useless nerd. Once I get my body back I'm gonna kill your pathetic ass. Your not a man and you'll always be a fucking little bitch..." Payton screamed another one of is rants. But, he sounded more like a bitch, instead of the alpha man he once was.

Something snapped in Tommy. At first he was scared that Payton was yelling at him, again. But, the more Payton yelled the more Tommy realized the tables have turned. He felt the strength and muscles in his new body has he moved around. He saw Payton in his body looking like the bitch he is. He didn't have to be afraid of Payton, anymore.

With lightning speed, Tommy grabbed Payton by the neck and slammed him into the lockers. "Look, you bitch... things are gonna change. Your no longer an alpha in that body. So, you can't be acting like you use to... your coming off like a little bitch." He leaned on Payton putting more of his muscular weight on him.

Payton tried to fight back but, it was no use against his old bodies strength.

Tommy continued, "I still see the old you in those eyes... but you need to learn a lesson... you need to learn your new place in life... I'll break you into the true beta you were always meant to be." Tommy let go of Payton but not before slapping him so hard he fell onto the ground.

The sting lift behind caused tears to run down Payton face. He was terrified at the idea of Tommy getting his revenge for all the shit he put Tommy through. But, part of him was getting turned on by all of this. He remained speechless not wanting to piss off Tommy, even more.

"Now, I think your first lesson should be how to bathe a true man with your tongue. So, meet me in the showers in 5 minutes or, I'll hunt you down and kick your ass." Tommy said walking to the showers his sculpted body flexing and tightening as he walked. "Then maybe we can move on to cuck sucking."

Payton laid on the floor. He needed to find away back to his body. But, at this moment there was nothing he could do. His heart sank as he realized he would become Tommy's cum dump in the next five minutes.  But, it was better than getting his ass kicked. Everything was so much more painful in this body. He didn't know if we could even survive a beating fron his old body. But, with all that said his small dick began to harden has he thought about pleasing Tommy

With trepidation and growing lust for Tommy, in his old body, Payton walked into the shower room.

Please keep posting

I'm trying!!!!

lol, but, I've developed some kind of writers block.

I have ideas and have written a couple of stories. But, every time I finish one, I hate it. And, then just delete it.

Hopefully, I can figure this out and have some stories out soon.

Wondering if you can help. Trying to find a story I really liked. Dad and sons go to stay with Uncle and Cousins. IN the night the uncle and cousins drain the dad and son of their muscles.

I'm not gonna lie. I spent most of my day looking through my likes.

But, the app crashed and it sent me back to the beginning. I have so many like scrolling all the way down to find one is a bitch, if I even saved it in the first place. I might try looking through my saves again later.

I definitely know the story you're talking about. But, sadly, I don't have any other information to make finding it easier.

But, please, anybody and everybody that reads this help me and anon find this post.

Andrew sat on the couch looking at his phone. He browsed through his feed, when suddenly he felt his dick become erect. Which wasn't strange for your average 23 year old man.

Andrew looked up and saw his friend Andy on the otherside of the room. So, he just ignored his boner. He couldn't just whip out and jack off infront of his friend. Besides, ignoring his hard 2 inch boner wasn't a hard thing to do.

Moments passed and the pain began to get harder to ignore. Without looking, he tried to get into a comfortable position. That's when he felt something warm and long press against his leg.

It caught him off guard and he jump a bit. The swift movement caused his pants to tightly squeeze his dick and he moaned in pain.

Finally, Andrew looked down and saw what was going on. His heart raced, as he pushed a snake like bulge in his pants going down his leg. With each poke, he moan out in pleasure. Finally, it was confirmed in his mind; his dick had become a thick 8 inch monster.

Instinctively, he placed a pillow over his new giant buldge. He looked over at his friend who seemed oblivious. Without making a scene, he tried ot get up. But, the pant fabric painfully squeezed his dick and balls. He yelp in pain and, quickly, sat back down.

Andy started walking towards Andrew. A smile was on his face. "So, it's finally kicking in." Andy said as he looked at Andrew's crotch. Andy started unzipping his pants.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Andrew shouted. But before he could look away, he saw a familiar sight hanging from his friends body. There was no mistake. Andrew's small dick was now attached to his friends body. "You might as well take off your pants. It not like I haven't seen my own dick before." Andy said.

Then it hit Andrew. The bulge in his pants was similar to the few times he caught Andy with a boner. He sighed to get over the awkwardness and whipped it out. Revealing a dick he only saw the outlines of, through shorts. As it stood erect, he was happy to be free from the pain created from his tight pants.

"What the fuck is going on" Andrew said puzzled.

"I'm giving you my dick for the day. After you told me you haven't had sex because you're embarrassed of your dick size, I knew I had to help out my bro." Andy answered.

"What! This is fucking crazy. You probably should just undo whatever you did..." Andrew begin to worry.

"Dude, relax! Come on. I've been pretending to be you on multiple dating apps and I set up a day of sex for you. Who knows, if this goes well maybe I'll let you borrow my dick again.

"I don't know. This all seems to weird." Andrew said, still questioning everything.

"Stopping doing that! Stop and just enjoy it. Most guys would be thrilled to magically have an 8 in cock placed between their legs. Come on, this will give you the confidence boost I know you need."

"Yeah, I know your right. I'm actually kind of grateful and surprised you care this much... But, I haven't had sex. I don't know how to use this." Andrew said grabbing his new junk.

"Then fuck me bro. You know I've had a crush on you. Now, I can live my fantasy of you fucking me. Think of it as a payment for letting you borrow my dick," Andy saw the hesitation in Andrew's face. "Look, I know your straight. But don't think of it like that. Your using my own dick to fuck me. There's nothing gay about that right!? Besides it'll give you the practice you need for all the sex you'll have today."

Andy bent over to reveal his tight asshole. Andrew's new 8 inch dick got hard. Everything about this situation scream wrong. But, he knew he couldn't let an opportunity like this pass. He wanted to finally expirence sex. He'll just think of banging his buddy as a learning opportunity so, he be able to please all those ladies booked up.

Andrew drew in a deep breath and let his instincts take over. He walked over to Andy. "Can I put it in?" He asked.

"Dude look at me I'm ready to receive. You don't have to ask." Andy said annoyed .

Andrew slowly put his dick in his friends ass. They both gasp in pleasure. Finally all 8 inches squeeze into Andy's ass. "Okay, I'm in. Are you okay does it feel good." Andrew ask.

"Fuck yeah dude. Now pull it out a bit and stick it back in. And that's basically fucking." Andy responded. Slowly Andrew pulled out and and even slower he pushed it back in.

"Hold on dude." Andy sighs. "What! Is something wrong. Am I hurting you." Andrew ask. "No bro, your going so slowly. Pick up the speed."

Andrew start going a bit faster, in and out. Andy started moaning in pleasure. "There you go. Uh... uh... fuck ...yes keep going."

Andrew loved the feeling as his dick sled against the walls of his friends asshole. He started feeling this new power deep in his body grow. He felt more confident with each thrust. And; with that increase in confidence, he was becoming more aggressive. "Fuck yeah, take it bitch." He yelled out as he picked up speed, going faster and faster. He began letting out loud raoring moans.

"Ugh.. uh ...uh... uh slow ....uh down." Andy moaned out. "No bitch, you're fucking taking it." Andrew shouted back. They both scream out in an orgasmic climax as Andrew's dick released a full load of cum into Andy's ass.

Andrew quickly whipped out his dick from Andy's ass, causing Andy to yell out. As soon as all 8 inches were out, Andrew tossed Andy to the side like a used toy. Andrew began staring at himself in the mirror. Flexing and playing with the monster of a dick between his legs.

Andy was left on the bed catching his breath. He looked at Andrew, checking himself out. He was happy to see Andrew enjoying himself. But with each passing second, he felt more insecure of having his naked body exposed on the bed. He look at Andrew and was intimidated by there new cock size differences. He quickly began covering himself up.

At this point Andy knew something was wrong with the spell. He want to recommend swapping their cock sizes back to normal but he was worried how Andrew would respond. He didn't want to make his friend angry.

Before, Andy could stir up the last shreds of confidence left in his body. Andrew started getting dressed. "Thanks bro, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of these bitches. Oh and I don't know how you did this but yeah, I think we both agree that this should be permanent now, don't we."

Andy could clearly feel that both of their personalities were changing. He looked at the new strength Andrew's already strong body had seemed to gain. He seemed more manly and more attractive. Andy was beyond intimidated. In fact his small 2 iches was starting to get hard again.

Andrew stood aggressively staring at Andy, waiting for a response. His python hanging out in the open. Andy was starting to feel afraid of what Andrew would do if he said no. So, Andrew just nodded his head in agreement.

"Good, I liked that answer." Andrew responded. "I think you just earned a round two, after I come back from fucking all these sluts you lined up for me. It feel like this dick still wants to be a part of you . But, it doesn't seem to mind that the only way that going happen now is by being shoved in your ass."

As Andrew left, Andy tried to fight these new feelings that were flooding his mind. He ran to his room to see where the spell went wrong. And, his heart sank as he realized he failed to read the full spell.

Note: If the two affected by the spell commit intercourse their personalities will change depending on the roles they played in said intercorse. Also, as long as the spell last they will be bonded by sexual interest with each other.

Andy realized what he did. By helping Andrew and guiding him what to do. Andy turned Andrew into a dominant, aggressive, sexual beast. He on the other hand had become submissive and caring to Andrew's every need.

Even now with the spell infront of him, he couldn't get himself to recite the reversal spell. It would go against the helpful, submissive, caring attitude towards Andrew that he now felt and acted out during sex with him.

In fact having this spell around was just a threat to Andrew's new happiness. So, Andy tore it up and flushed it down the toilet. The last piece of who he used to be screamed out in horror.

He looked around the apartment. He knew it would be to messy for his Andrew. He need to make sure his Andrew was happy and pleased when he got back home. And, after all that sex he was gonna do, his Andrew was going need some nourishment when he got back home.

As Andy cooked and clean, he could only smile thinking about how happy he was going to make his Andrew. Being a cum dump for him wouldn't be so bad. Yeah, it sucked, that he had to share his Andrew with a constant parade of sluts. But, what would one expect being in a relationship with a man as attractive and manly as his Andrew. And, at the end of they day, Andy knew his man would always come home. After all, his Andrew couldn't resist his nice ass. It was a weird relationship but, it worked for them.

What's your favorite type of body swap!?

It's really hard choosing. I like a good variety when it comes to body swap stories.

But, base on what I write it seems like revenge/punishment weight gain stories, daddy transformations, fat to fit as a reward, old to younger, and beefy hunks are my go to types of body swaps.

Sabotage

(Zach spots his friend Kyle after spending a few minutes looking for him)

"Dude where the Fuck have you been?! I have been looking for you everywhere."

"Oh, sorry about that bro. I think I drank one two many."

"I kinda figure when you said you had to go to the restroom. But, I didn't expect you to be gone for 45 minutes. I can't believe you got drunk already."

"Bro, I'm not drunk. I've been in the bathroom shitting my brains out."

"See, I told you using the zipper on your dad was a bad idea. Yes, his body is extremely hot. But, his he doesn't have the stamina to keep going all night long."

"I know... I know. But, like I keep telling you the zipper barely came today. And, he was all I could get in the last minute. It was either him or to go as myself. And, I doubt I would get laid tonight as a pimpled face, stick thin, loser."

"Well based on how you look now, I don't think anyone will want to sleep with a man who looks like he is gonna pass out."

"I guess your right. I mean my fucking back hurts, this beer upset my stomach, and I'm tired as fuck. Don't get me started about how loud this music is."

"Well let's get you out of that suit, you should have some more energy once it's off."

"Good, Idea let's find somewhere private and then we can store my dad in the car and I'll revert him back at home."

(Zach and Kyle take a coupleof minutes to find a secluded spot)

"Okay dude the coast is clear. Take off your shirt and I'll unzip you... Um, dude, where's the zipper."

"What!?"

"The zipper, dude, it's not there."

"What do you mean it's not there!?"

"I don't know, dude, it's not there!"

"Bro, how the fuck am I supposed to get out of my dad's body!"

"I don't know, dude, luckily we brought the safety pack. If we can put on another zipper within an hour you should be able to take him off."

"But, bro, I didn't feel the zipper rip off! So, I don't know how long I've been without a zipper. Or, how much time we have to apply another one. And, I didn't expect this to happen so the extra zipper is back a my house."

"Well do you want to go back home?"

"Bro, it will take more than an hour to get back there! Come on we have to look around the dance floor and the restroom. Help me retrace my steps."

(Zach finds Kyle a few hours later. The concert has ended)

The music stop and the crowds of people begin to leave.

"There you are. Are you okay."

"I looked everywhere. I couldn't find it. I'm stuck like this. My dad is gone. I killed my own father. And, now everybody is gonna think I went missing. How am I supposed to explain any of this. Were you able to find it?"

"No, it was just like trying to find a needle in a hay pile. There were so many people and so much ground to cover. And then there is always the possibility someone picked it up. Finding it would have been impossible."

"Fuck! I think I'm still in shock. I don't even know what I'm going to do with my mom. Or my dad's job. Or my college classes."

"Well, let's not think about it anymore. What's done is done and there's nothing we can do about it. Well figure out something in the morning. Let's go back to that hotel room we got. I think you just need to relax. And, you know I always had a crush on your dad so, let me remind you of the positives of your new body... daddy"

"Okay, I guess. Might as well enjoy this body since it's mine now."

Kyle weakly smiled trying to forget all the problems he would have to face tomorrow. After all, sleeping with his friend was a dream come true. Zach was really picky when it came to having sex with guys. And, Kyle's old body was no where near Zach's caliber. So, he was going to take this chance to sleep with his best friend, even if it was in his dad's body.

Zach smiled as they both walked out the stadium. He patted his pocket and felt the zipper he ripped off hours ago from his friends back. Kyle's father was exactly his type physically. But being a straight married man, he knew there was no realistic way they could be together. Kyle on the other hand was prefect mentally. First off Kyle was actually gay. Secondly, Kyle was kind, funny, smart and nothing like the assholes he usually dated. And, lastly, Zach knew that Kyle really really liked him.

Now, Zach was one step closer to getting the boyfriend of his dreams. After all he was the one that secretly let Kyle find out about the Zipper. Now, he just had to wrap up a few loose ends.