Roomies

Roomies

You know, I'm generally pretty happy with my life. But lately it's been just that bit better. I'm not gay, I just like guys sometimes. And it sometimes sucks that I can't do anything about it without people getting the wrong idea, you know?

I'd started chatting with some guys online, not with my real pics obviously. I thought it would help. It didn't. It just got me all frustrated. Then my roommate kept flaunting in front of me how great it is to be gay and pissing me right off. He said he was just the same as always. Then it hit me. I was fucking jealous!

To make matters worse, he found out that I was catfishing with his pics and he got super mad. That's how he found out that I sometimes like guys. But he was surprisingly nice about it after that.

I thought he was mocking me when he suggested we could switch places for a bit and I could explore with guys a bit. But I couldn't lie, I was too curious.

It was crazy that we were able to jump into each other's bodies. I felt so light, but it was hot! And I could finally write with those guys and send selfies since I technically wasn't catfishing anymore. And since his body was gay, I needed to pretend to be gay now too 💁‍♂️ Seeing someone else in the mirror/camera is surprisingly hot too.

It started to become a bit of an addiction. We'd swap for a few hours here and there initially. Then I went on a few dates. Then we'd swap for the weekend. He seemed to enjoy it quite a lot too. We'd swapped rooms, sleep in each other's beds, go about each other's routines. It was really hot to pretend to be gay. I'm surprised how well he can handle my body too, but that just makes it all the hotter. He could pretend to be me so well.

And so it went on for weeks. Sometimes we'd swap for extended periods. I'm not sure what he loved so much about being me since he couldn't act on his impulses, but he did say he liked to blend in a bit more and people to just respect him immediately. I think I've put on some extra muscle since he took over too.

The next part I'm not so proud of, but I just couldn't help it. He said we could swap until Friday, because he had plans on Saturday. I pretended not to know, and agreed. Little did he know that my friends were suprising me with a trip. And so on Friday morning, he got picked up by my friends for a surprise guys weekend of drinking, gambling and possibly strippers.

He told me he was pissed and didn't want to pretend to be the straight guy all weekend, but he had no choice now. And I really didn't want to go. It's kinda not my thing anymore.

And besides, I wanted to stay as him for the weekend. It was the most important weekend of the year for Miles, so I definitely couldn't miss it. And with my roomie gone, I'd have the whole apartment to myself.😈🌈

Online Coaching

What do you think? Pretty nice huh. I've got a coach that's been helping me a lot too. Well, "had" might be more appropriate soon.

I was pretty out of shape before, ate the wrong things. A classic case. But I was too lazy to change anything. It was just easier to fantasize about swapping bodies and jerking off than actually try and lose weight. I'd fantasized about switching bodies with a hot jock for years but one night while doing my usual things... it just happened!

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't stop admiring myself. And to be honest, it was so hot jerking off to my own reflection in the mirror. I was so hot now, but the thought of going outside was almost enough to give me a panic attack. I had no idea what to do with a body like this! My old body and I started messaging each other and of course I pretended to be as surprised as him. At the same time I also wrote to my Tumblr friends from before that I'd genuinely swapped this time. It took some convincing them, because we did a lot of role playing, but eventually they believed me from the pics I was sending them.

Day one was really something. Jerking off my new cock to my new reflection, flexing the whole time, feeling so light and flexible without my usual extra baggage. And my friends finding me so hot now was an added bonus in our roleplay.

Day Two:

The next morning didn't feel so great. I felt so bloated and had a headache. Probably from the take-out I ordered. I felt like shit. I also felt really anxious for some reason. Like I needed to move. I felt cagey, like I was trapped indoors. So I did something I'd never done before. I went out for a run before breakfast. I think that's what people call fasted cardio? Anyway, I felt a lot better afterwards. Somehow I managed to clear my head a bit, you know?

After I've got home, jerked off to my sweaty reflection and smell and showered, I messaged my old body and told him I needed his help to keep this body in shape. At first he outright refused, but I managed to convince him that if we were ever able to swap back, surely he'd want his body to be in good shape. And that's how we started. He kinda took on the role of being my online coach and helping me with my workout plan, nutrition plan, tracking my macros, and of course, making sure my execution was correct. Of course he knew this body better than anything so he was perfect for the job... and motivated. I told him I needed to know exactly how to be like him so nobody would notice.

He told me what to wear and I headed down to the gym. I did the routine he told me to and showed him how I did the exercises, and he told me how to improve. I started off with "light" weights for this body, which got me some strange looks, but I just had to ignore them for now.

He gave me some really good advice and soon I was feeling more confident. Also, strangely, I really enjoyed it!

Two weeks later:

I'm really getting used to this workout routine! And the feeling is so nice too. I'm sticking with the nutrition plan and taking all my supps and drinking at least 5 liters of water each day. I must look like a proper gym bro now, eating out of boxes all the time, ha!

I asked him how he is doing in my body and he said fine. I said he could try and improve it while he is in there and he replied "Yeah maybe". I still write with my old friends and they told me he is talking with them too now. Apparently he's learning how to roleplay body swaps and possessions now too, which is kinda funny. They also told me that he said he'd gained some weight. Not sure why he kept that from me though.

Overall, I'm still enjoying it! I'm not jerking off in the mirror quite so much anymore - I think I've done it too often now that it's not sooo hot so I started watching some normal porn, which always does the trick ;).

Three months later:

What can I say? My old life seems so far away now. I'm still talking to my old body and he's still coaching me, but I don't know how much longer for. He's taught me everything I need to know about the gym and his life so I feel like I can easily go it alone, and probably do even better without him. It also feels kinda wrong now that I know he's made no progress with my old body and just got lazy. Makes no sense to take fitness advice from some fat slob. I still send him my form clips now and again, but now he just says it's all perfect.

Once he forwarded the clip back to me with "His shoulders are so hot! 🥵 You should steal his body" so I think it's pretty clear what he's doing with the clips now and who he's sending them to. I guess he loves a body swap now... and my body turns him on. Kinda sick when you think about it.

So yeah, this is my life now. Thinking of quiting my job and doing a Personal Trainer qualification. I'd easily be able to do that and get loads of clients. I really wanted to push myself this year so I've also entered a competition but not told my old body. How do you think I'm looking?

Also, I'm still talking with my old body swap friends but I don't reply much. I'm actively turned off by body swaps now so we don't have so much in common anymore. I muted the conversations with them because it just kinda got annoying when they asked for pics and stuff. Kinda regret telling them about the swap now so hope they'll get the message soon and leave me out of their weird fantasies.

Finally together (Part one)

I've been in love with my best friend for as long as I can remember. I've never told him because I know I'm not his type, but we've always had a connection. I thought I'd hidden it pretty well, but it seems he'd known all along. We were both pretty much twinks, but Carl had a thing for daddies so I was immediately out of the running. He'd had a crush on Filip for years and managed to learn a remarkable about him despite only watching him from afar. I told him he was wasting his time with his fantasy since he was 100% straight by all accounts, but that didn't stop him creating fake dating accounts as girls to lure him into chatting and sending pics.

When he told me he'd found a way for him to be with him by putting me in his body, it really caught me off guard. Firstly the suggestion of swapping bodies with someone, and secondly I felt so exposed that he knew my true feelings for him. He'd already set up a fake date with Filip to lure him in and he needed me to decide what I wanted to do. It was an impossible decision to make, choosing between my life, and the love of my life. And becoming at least 15 years older in an instant. But, my impulsiveness got the better of me and I said yes!

Thrilled that I agreed to the plan, Carl handed me a vial and told me to swallow it all. He messaged Filip and said 'she' was running late and that 'she' had asked the barman to bring him a drink while he waited. After about 10 minutes, I started to feel really spaced out. The world seemed to slow down and it was hard to keep my eyes open. My blinking got progressively slower and longer, until eventually I closed my eyes for about five seconds. Feeling like I was about to fall asleep, I forced myself awake again, only to notice that I was now in a bar! I looked down at a whiskey glass filled with melting ice and noticed I was wearing a leather jacket too. It must have worked! I got up, settled the tab and went to find my new car. I unlocked it and got in before sending a pic to Carl to show him my new self.

He was over the moon and I told him I'd drive immediately to his apartment. When I got there it was a surprise to look down at him. He seemed so small now but still as cute as ever. And I loved how he looked at me now. He really was in love with this body, and now with me inside, it was the perfect combination.

Hidden Desires

Like what you see? Me too. I didn't always look like this though.

My personal trainer of the past few months chatted a bit in between sets. I found out he was gay and it got very deep very quickly. He told me that he was unfulfilled because other the years, he often got everything he wanted due to his looks, but this meant he'd developed a submissive side and craved humiliation.

This opportunity seemed too good to be true, but I decided to go for it. I told him about a spellbook I picked up on my travels, but had never been able to use. I explained how it could swap traits between people. I could see he tried to act casually, but he was definitely interested. I hadn't used it yet because both sides needed to agree and I'd never built up the courage to ask anyone.

And so, that's how I got to drain him of his muscle, tattoos and general physical assets, while dumping my fat and a few years of aging on him. I mean, he stills looks cute - and those months we spent in the gym/my hard work are starting to show for him too.

I nominated myself as his dom and told him to get on Grindr. Previously he'd moaned that so many people wanted to be dominated by him, but this time, I hoped things would be different. He put in 35 (instead of 25), his new heftier weight and "bear". I could see he was hard the whole time. I told him to make it kinky that he was a gainer and he happily did.

He found it both shocking and joyfully humiliating. He wasn't used to be ghosted, nor that those who did reply often had average at-best bodies, but still better than his now.

Before he had time to go on his first fuck date though, I gave him his second task. I told him to pack up all his clothes and shoes and bring them to my place. My feet were 3 sizes bigger, and my clothes didn't really fit properly now either. Besides, the style was all wrong. I didn't want baggy polos, I wanted sportswear to show this body off.

Dutifully, he brought box after box of his stuff. I could hear him lightly panting from the physical activity of moving the boxes. I chuckled and gave him the boxes with my thing in. I laughed at him for being out of breath and I could see him turn a hue of red.

He stuck around while I unpacked. I loved seeing all his stuff. The shoes, visibly well used for sports and with such a nice gentle aroma - my aroma now. The socks, discolored and well worn. And the rest mostly joggers, shorts, and generally all geared to sport. I changed out of my previous things and threw them at him. Fuck, I couldn't belive my luck that he agreed to this!

With my closet now fitting my new persona and filled with sportswear and gym clothes, I was ready to test this body out for myself. I decided to head out for a 10km jog, and damn did it feel good. I'd never really been running before so Blake gave me some pointers and told me what pace to aim for. And he pointed out his running shoes - I didn't realize there was a difference, but apparently so. I ran shirtless around the beach and damn could this body move! It was a breeze and I just loved the glances I was getting. Stopping the timer on Blake's smartwatch, I approached Blake, sitting in the shade with my body glistening in sweat.

I downed some water and told him how amazing it was. He let out a nervous smile and said he was concerned that his body would suffer from my lack of knowledge on how to train it.

I wiped my brow and laughed. "Well, are you ready to forget about how to be a personal trainer and give me all that knowledge? Don't worry, I'll be your personal trainer from now on when you don't have a clue." 😈

Drunken Wishes (Part 1)

Most of the guys I hook up with don't realize my past, they just think I'm some cute guy that acts pretty 'gay'. I noticed a lot of guys get offended when people say they're "feminine", but I take it as a compliment... that there's still a little bit of the old me visible.

You see, before I became a guy, I loved hanging around with my gay best friends, and they loved having me around. But I always felt like I was just tagging along - I would never be fully accepted as one of them. I was just the girl that came along for fun. I wanted to be more than that. One night after drinking way too much, I told Kyle how jealous I was and how I longed to fit in. He went on about how jealous he was of me having such a hot boyfriend, and how being gay didn't at all mean 'fitting in'. to him. Since I was a drunken mess at the time, I vaguely remember wishing to swap places. And, well, that became reality the next morning...

Being so muscular was a shock. And that's before we go to the first morning wood of my life. It was calling me. Damn it felt so different. I feel like a just touched it and I came everywhere after a few seconds... No wonder guys have such a reputation for not lasting long ha!

I cleaned up a little and grabbed his, or I guess for the time being, my phone and messaged myself. I started typing, before switching over to a voice message. "Heyyyyy Sophie" I started. Damn, I started getting hard again. Is this always what it's like for guys? Just hearing that voice coming out was so hot. It was male, but distinctly 'gay'. Because that was me now, a gay guy, and I felt so unbelievably turned on by the idea and so at home. I told her I wanted to go and party again tonight, knowing full well that she would have plans for my former boyfriend. But never mind, looks like we will just have an all guys night tonight. 💁‍♀️

Turning Myself On

Man, if I'd have known this before we swapped, maybe I wouldn't have done it. We agreed to swap for a few days, but I'd thought we'd only swap bodies... When I got back to his place and took off his shoes, I got a whiff of his shoes and actually, I found the scent pretty hot. Like, I picked up his shoes and gave them a deep sniff and his cock got hard? Imagine that, pretty weird huh.

Anyway, I thought I'd go along with it once and I jacked off to the scent on "my own" feet. Was somehow gross, but also really hot. Besides, it's just this once.

Well that was a week ago and I'm still wearing the same socks. They reek so good now. I even found myself going round the empty gym locker room and sniffing other people's sneakers. What is wrong with me haha.

I asked the other guy about it and he confirmed that he used to love the smell, but wasn't really his thing anymore. I built up the courage, with butterflies in my stomach, to ask if I could smell my former sneakers and he laughed it off and called me a sick bastard. Damn that made me strain against my pants. I tried to be subtle but I'm pretty sure he noticed how I kept glancing at his feet. They looked real nice.

Maybe I can find some guys who share this fetish and explore it a little more before we swap back. I kinda like being a kinky after all.