Getting A Promotion

Getting a Promotion

My boyfriend worked for a big pharmaceutical company in the city. He came home one day and told me that he’d been considered for a promotion to management at work, but they were concerned that he didn’t look authoritative enough, and that he looked too young for the position to command the respect it needed. They knew he had the knowledge to fill the role, but were unsure if he could delegate and take a leading position - he just seemed too nice. At 5′6 with a slim build, he sometimes still gets mistaken for an intern, despite having been there for 3 years.

Nevertheless, the company respected his loyalty and wanted to make it work. So he took the opportunity and went for the next round of the application process. He messaged me during the day and took me they’d given him a conditional offer and that he would need to go to the lab in the afternoon. I was so pleased for him. He messaged me with lots of happy emojis, his enthusiasm really showed.

Towards 6pm, he messaged me “Leaving the office now. Get dinner ready.” Woah, that doesn’t sound like him - why so direct all of all sudden? I thought to myself. I did as instructed and started to prepare dinner, hoping everything was alright. 

I heard the door open as he walked in “Hey babe, welcome home!” I shouted from the kitchen. I hear him walk to the kitchen and a deep, serious voice answers me “Hey babe, I’m home.” 

“Who the fuck are you?” I shout at him, looking for a knife.

“It’s me, babe, Stewart. The company helped me find a way to fit my new role a little” He replied calmly and confidently. My normally bashful boyfriend stood there like he owned the place, he must be over 6 foot tall now and his suit hugged his body.

“Stewie? That’s you?” I ask in shock.

“Yeah babe, and it’s Stewart, okay.” He said sternly “Stewie is a kid’s name, and I’m a Senior Executive now, alright?” I look to the floor, feeling sorry for having offended him. “Don’t worry, babe, you’ll get used to it. Want to feel this body? Bet it’s making you hard. Come on, feel me”

“I’ve got to finish some emails, but then you can suck daddy’s cock. I am the man of the house now. Got it?”

Present for my Dad

My Dad had supported me my whole life and made so many sacrifices, that I wanted to pay him back somehow for all he has done for me. So I got him a little present.

“Hey, Dad, I got a little something for you to thank you for all the sacrifices you have made for me over the past 19 years old. You never put yourself first, but today it’s your turn for me to sacrifice something for you. I got you this device, which allows you to either take of transfer aspects of us with each other! And since you didn’t have the chance to fully live your youth, I thought you might like to borrow some stuff from me for the weekend or something!” I excitedly and proudly gave me Dad the device and saw him examine it - he’s so bad with technology, he’ pretty old school. “You have to talk into it - go on give it a go!”

“Thanks, son! I don’t know what to say, I’m so proud of you and it has been tough, but it’s been worth it. Well here goes nothing!” He presses the button on the device “Hello, I would like to exchange our ages if that is possible please” he asked so politely, that I had to laugh, but it was short lived as I suddenly felt a wave of fatigue pass over me and my Dad looked just like some old photos at Grandma’s house. “Oh wow, it worked!” he exclaimed, his voice a little less gravelly than I was used to. “This is so amazing, son! I haven’t felt this alive in years! I’m gonna… I’m gonna… well, I don’t know what I’m going to do. This is the best give ever!” And with that, he ran off, while I was feeling happy for him, but also wondering whether this was a good idea. 

A few hours later, he came back out to me in the garden wearing some of my clothes “Are those my...” He interrupted me and and said “This has been amazing so far, but I don’t really know anyone my age, so I want thinking, I might meet up with your friends.” Then, without giving me chance to respond, he pressed the button and said “I want my son’s body”, and with that, he looked exactly like me, and I was my father, beard and all. He lifted up his, or my, tshirt and checked out his new torso. “Fuck, son, you really did work hard on this. Proud of you.” It was so weird to hear my voice say that. “Anyway, gotta go! Oh, and can I take your phone? It’s just, I don’t have your friends numbers. Thanks!” And with that, he was gone. 

I wondered how he would get on, he didn’t know my password or anything, but then I remembered that his new fingerprint would open the phone anyway. Dammit. And will he even know how to use Instagram and WhatsApp? He can barely do text messages. I relaxed at home in my Dad’s body before heading up to bed around 11pm. Man, my knees hurt climbing those stairs - I guess I should sleep in my Dad’s room tonight too. I checked myself out in his mirror. Well, my old man isn’t that bad looking, and it’s only temporary. 

I woke up a few times in the night to head to the bathroom - super annoying - and then could not sleep past 5am. I guess this body doesn’t need so much sleep! I saw my Dad’s phone on the side and decided to see if he wrote anything. Hmmmmm, seems like he sent a message, let’s see if we can get that open… Which program do I use again for messages? Or do they call it an app? Oh fuck, I should know this - does that mean he took my knowledge of all that technology stuff too??? Oh God…

I run to my Dad sleeping in my room and shake him awake, panicking and telling him he can’t just take my knowledge like that and begging him to leave my mind out of it and to just enjoy the weekend in my body before we swap back. “Fine, fine, calm down” He rolls over, grabs the device and presses the button. “Make my son think he has been my father all along and give me everything I need to know to be him!!” He shouts. “This was too good, and I am never giving it back!” 

“Oh, are you okay, son? Can’t remember why I came in here now, old age playing tricks on your old man. You get some sleep and I’ll see you later on.” Damn, that boy sure is popular, let’s see if I see him downstairs before lunchtime haha. Time to grab me a coffee, I think! While I drink my coffee, I decide to have a look at that Instagrade or Instagram app. My son made me an account but I don’t really post anything. Honestly, I can’t really remember how. Oh, but my son has posted something - damn he is looking good - what I wouldn’t give to be that age again. Oh and there’s a caption:

“Big thanks to my Dad for making me the person I am today - couldn’t have done it without your sacrifices.”

Clinical Trials

Day 1:

This is me on day one. I signed up for a clinical trial of a new designer drug at my university. Well, less a designer drug and more a designer infection. My research partner combined the genomes of a series of infections like leprosy, and a few diseases that affect the endocrine system, as well as a few other conditions to create a treatment to adjust a person’s physical appearance to be more conforming to current ideals. We endlessly debated the ethics, but decided to test on one of ourselves. Day one, feeling good, little nervous, but prepared to give it a go in the name of science! Hehe, here’s a cheeky snap of me so far. Time to get an injection with the infection...

Day 35

My hormones are going crazy! I have grown a good few inches and the treatment has totally started leaning my body out. I am hungry, like, all the time, which sucks, I just keep eating and eating, but get the worst stomach ache if I eat too many fatty and sugary things, Been trying to get it lean, some guys from Sports Sciences have been helping with the nutrition. And my skin has been super itchy, think that is the leprosy part reacting with my skin to turn it black. Amazing that we could code in exactly how!

The transformation has been making me feel super different too, man. I mean like, feeling super pumped all the time, it’s pretty weird. I started heading more to the gym to burn of some of this energy and testosterone, but still, makes me feel invincible sometimes, other times aggressive, and other times just want to fuck anything that moves. I keep trying to go to the lab to meet up with my colleagues, but I don’t know dude, they just seem different, like they have changed and not me. I don’t think they really understand what I am going through. I hope and I still the same at the end of it though, just another few weeks before they’ll give me the antidote. But yeah, I hate to admit it, but the changes kinda turn me on. Damn, getting hard just thinking about it, gotta go...

Day 80:

Man, can’t believe this whole shit is other already. Last observation before I get the fuck out of here? I look amazing bro, you’re all just jealous. I mean, look at this shit? My dick is so meaty now. I feel so good now, feel like I was always meant to be this way, people look at me and want to be me or get fucked by me, and I fuck like 3 times a day. Have so much energy, can’t believe I used to be so shy, or that I did this whole lame science shit. Getting physical is where it’s at, which is why I couldn’t care less about getting kicked out of this university. Sure I beat up some guy in the lab last week, but he was fucking asking for it. So long, fuckers, I’m heading out into the real world to live for once.

Long Haul

When my best buddy asked me if I wanted to swap bodies for our trip to Asia, I jumped at the opportunity, I had always thought he was hot, and a 6′6, he dwarfed me and always make jokes about how tiny I was. Well, now it’s my turn to belittled him!

However, now I think I am starting to see why the bastard agreed to this - Vietnam is not really made for tall people, and neither are economy class seats - it’s so cramped in here!

This is gonna be a long 12 hours...

Student Exchange

I am feeling a little nervous about my study exchange to the US. I’m a Sociology student in Spain and I got the opportunity from the US Government to do an immersive exchange in the US to better understand their culture. I am a little nervous to go to the deep south with my looks, but no going back now. Wish me luck!

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Man, when they said immersive, they weren’t fucking lying! They gave me this sick looking body and got me on a series of video and audio files to learn more about the culture and mindset here. Sometimes I just drift off in the middle, though, guess I must be getting kinda bored of them now. Just feel like Sociology isn’t as much my thing right now, yanno?

I have really embraced the culture more than I expected. I am down in the gym in my basement like most days and eating so much food - I used to be all about organic and vegetarian and shit, but now I just love meat, it ain’t a proper meal if there ain’t no meat in there bro! And I fucking love football man, I used to hate sports, but now I am shouting at the TV and getting super passionate about the game when it’s on, so fucking fun I love it man. 

I also totally get why everyone has a gun now too. At first I thought it was just so violent, but now I appreciate it’s all about protecting what’s yours from fuckers who are trying to take what you’ve worked hard for. Makes me feel so powerful and intimidating - y’all better not mess with me. I am also much more sceptical about the government these days, I feel they should stay out of my life now, my home country seems almost like a communist state to me now, so weird how much difference a few weeks can make, haha. 

Not sure I’ll be coming back from this trip to be honest, I kinda found where I wanna be, and if you don’t like it you can get off my property and go fuck yourself.

Oh my God, what a fool. I can’t believe he agreed to swap with me, hahahahaha. I can see he’s trying to put a brave face on it, but good look getting a six pack in that body!