Swap Kink Accepted!

Swap Kink Accepted!

“Yea, Worship your former muscles babe! Fuck these arms are huge. And rock solid. And now they’re MINE. Mmmm yes, feel them. Feel how strong I am now. How does it feel to be so skinny now? I bet you haven’t weighed so little in years!”

“No, babe...I feel so tiny in your body.”

“Not gonna lie, babe, at first I thought this swap kink of yours was pretty weird, but now that I’m in your body, FORMER body, I am already loving it. I always loved your muscles and your cock, but now that they’re mine, I love them even more. I know you’re a modest guy, but I think people will start noticing a big change. Can’t wait for people to notice. The thought of them calling me narcissistic, self-absorbed, ‘douche’ makes me so hard. And you’re gonna worship me too, right? Of course you are. That’s what you wanted, bitch. To take everything that was yours and make it mine. And I’m never giving it back, babe--feels too good. Hell, I think I’m gonna invite some other guys over to worship along with you. Hope you can keep up with them.

Permanent Exchange Student

“What’s wrong? I thought this is what you wanted… At least you don’t have to worry about applying for a visa anymore. Which means we can be together no problems!”

“Yeah, it is what I wanted. To be with you. But what if I want to go home? I’d need a visa to get into the US now...” Jake was still getting used to the changes. He wasn’t expecting that his exchange semester would end in him permanently staying in Taiwan. He fell in love, and they do say you do crazy things when that happens. With his student visa running out and his flight home imminent, his heart led him to do something he never expected.

Looking in the mirror, he examined his new reflection. His body wasn’t bad at all, albeit considerably shorter than he was used to. He still filled out his underwear nicely, contrary to popular stereotype.

The sounds of the toilet flushing broke his gaze into the mirror and his former body returned to the room. The over 6-foot-tall caucasian re-entered the room. Its new inhabitant was keen to emigrate to the US, but until now had lacked the means to do so. He began getting impatient. “You give me English and accent now!” He demanded, in a voice and accent that was totally unbefitting of his physical appearance. 

Jake got up from the bed and went towards his former body. The second phase of the ritual needed to take place soon after the first. After the smoke cleared, Jake turned to his boyfriend and said “我认为现在我们说普通话会更容易”

“Shit man, I didn’t get a word of that!” spoke the new Jake, clearly and concisely with no hint that he’d only learned bits of English later in life. “I can’t wait to sail through the border checks, no questions asked on my way ‘home’. And I’m gonna love calling this body home too.” He said, while talking into the mirror. The former Jake didn’t quite understand everything he’d said, but he got the gist of it.

Soon, the new Jake left for the US and the couple sighed a breath of relief that the ordeal was over and that they would be able to stay together. The new Li Jun spoke with his boyfriend about heading out for dinner to celebrate. The latter suggested his favourite burger joint, but actually, Li Jun was really craving some noodles today.

Assisting My Boss by Taking His Place

“Fuck me, Tom! You look exactly the part!” Sebastian exclaimed, looking up at his former body while dressing in the clothes of his personal assistant.

“Right, sir? I didn’t even believe it was possible when you suggested it. Crazy what technology money can buy these days. And let’s face it, you have plenty of that, sir.” Tom replied, looking at his boss’s body from a new perspective.

“Listen, thanks for helping me out like this. I really hate spending hours at the tailor’s, and today of all days I just wanted to chill. But I didn’t see any way around it...until now.” Sebastian finished getting dressed in his new body. The clothes felt cheap and the materials synthetic and coarse. The shoes were ill-fitting too, but he didn’t really mind that. If he was honest, it was kind of hot.

“No problem sir, you know that I am willing to help any way I can - that’s my job after all!” Tom responded as professionally as ever. The image though was strange to see - the boss being so doting to the PA.

“We should probably play the part while we’re swapped actually. Don’t want any of the other staff to suspect anything...sir” Sebastian almost seemed kiddy. Trying to hold back a nervous excitement. Tom found it curious. 

“Oh you’re right, Tom. Anyway, I need to head out now. Call my driver will you and tell him to pull up around the front.” The real Tom knew his boss’s condescending tone from hearing it every day and at all hours of the day. He knew exactly how to repeat it back. He loved even more that his boss had instructed him to play the part; it was a perfect opportunity to be a bastard to his boss in return for all the times he was a bastard to him.

Sebastian, used to never lifting a finger was about to do it himself, before he realized that he was right. He would never call the driver himself - he was too important for such a menial task. To keep up the show, he’d have to call down with Tom’s voice. He did so dutifully for his boss. And it didn’t escape Tom’s attention that his boss was sporting a boner. Was he turned on by this? “Looks like you’re enjoying this, Tom” said the original Tom, lowering his glance to his former body’s crotch area which was tenting. His former body blushed and let out a shy smile, acknowledging the fact was true. 

Once at the tailor’s, Tom selected several new suits for his boss with reckless disregard for the cost. He knew that money was irrelevant and he needed to act with an air of arrogance.

Tom wondered what his boss was doing with his free time in his body. It was Sunday after all. Tom was really looking forward to some rest and catching up on sleep, and now his boss was taking that from him, while he had to continue working. As if he hadn’t worked enough the last 6 days already. He decided to change that. He picked up his cell and speeddialled “Tom”. 

“Tom, it’s your boss, I need you, so get your lazy ass down here right away.” he said before hanging up right away, not waiting for a response. He grinned, thinking about how he probably made his former boss cream himself right there and then.

The Gymshark

Ben was so happy when he saw his fitness company grow and grow. It had modest beginnings, but within a few years of extremely hard work, it had become a global brand worth hundreds of millions. The next achievement in the long list was getting substantial investment to expand further. He knew how important this would be for the future and was very respectful of the investors. Still in his mid 20s, this was all new territory for him and he didn’t want to have any mis-steps. The deal they offered seemed reasonable and generous, since the equity percentage he would keep was unusually high for the market average, and he would be a fool to turn it down. They kept talking about how it’s important for founders to be rational in these decisions because all too often they are so personally involved that it clouds their judgement. He agreed and insisted it wouldn’t be a problem. He put so much into it, but he would do whatever is best for the business and the brand.

The only slight issue that was bothering him was what his role would be. Strangely, this was not really discussed, which concerned him. He brought it up with the investors in an email but got two very different responses. One replied saying that they wouldn’t make any changes to the management structure - having such a young CEO was so valuable to the brand issue and for marketing that they would be fools to take it away. Another person replied that realistically, he lacked the knowledge and experience to take the business to the next level and that they’d have to take some action to rectify that.

Reassured that he’d stay on and CEO and probably be sent to some bootcamp, they all signed the contracts and the deal was done!

After a quick glass of champagne, Ben was led to meet his “mentor,” Steve, in the empty company gym that was next to the main offices. They shook hands and started chatting about themselves. The usual small talk was a blend of business, personal and the weather. Steve told him how he would help him to become the best CEO out there. Ben was excited by the prospect. Steve fiddled with his signet ring, before reaching out a hand to Ben to shake on it. In a split second, the sound in the room went dull before Ben found himself looking back at his own face, now dressed in a suit and tie.

“Listen, don’t freak out on me, okay?” The new Ben said. “I was serious when I said I am going to make you the best CEO. Only, we don’t have time to teach you. So I am just going to do it for you. We considered switching you out straight away for someone else, but your story is just too damn valuable. The young self-made millionaire. So this is the compromise. And remember, this is the best thing for the business. But I’ll still need you. I need a mentor. Not to teach me to be a CEO, but to teach me to be YOU. Whatever that essence is, it’s been valuable to the company so far, so you will mentor me. I’ve always been a bit awkward socially and focused on numbers, so you’re gonna teach me how to connect with the young people - people MY age - and how to get them on board. Got it?” Still reeling from what had happened. The former founder didn’t know what to say. This morning he was excited to sign the deal, and now he’d lost his company and his body. “But first, we need to swap clothes.” The new Ben insisted and started stripping out of the now baggy suit he was wearing. Steve did the same, partially because the stuff he was wearing was now uncomfortably tight. Half-way through putting on his clothes, Ben turned to the mirror and pulled out his new phone from the pocket of his joggers. “Fuck, I already love this body. I wasn’t fit when I was your age, but now I am muscular and leading the best sports fashion brand there is! Think I could still do with gaining a few more pounds though and get nice and thick. Now all those millions are mine, I think I can afford a personal trainer” he winked.

 Once they had finished changing, the guys continued talking and Ben began absorbing what he would need to know. An assistant came in and interrupted them, telling Ben he was needed for a photo shooting for the press release. ‘Ben’ gave his characteristic wide smile and agreed. “Sure thing! Where do you want me?” He asked. He looked back at his mentor and slapped him on the shoulder “Thanks for everything, Steve! I know we’re going to work really well together. Catch you a bit later on!” Ben was  soon gone and posing for some press shots.

***

Over the next months, the company grew exponentially. At first, Ben didn’t seem quite himself. Somewhat shy or nervous or distracted, but people just put it down to the stress. People also really noticed when he started coming to work in formal wear for the first days after the deal was signed, but soon he was back again to his casual style. And after regular mentoring sessions, though, he was returning back to being his normal self and seemed to be coping much better. The media were overwhelmed and how capable just a young CEO could be. People complimented Ben on how quickly he was picking up the information from his mentoring session and driving the company up and up. Regularly people told him how inspiring he was and that they wanted to do something like him, or wish they had been that smart at his age, or that he will do such amazing things in his life since he has already achieved so much. Ben loved the attention and became more and more relaxed about the situation. Steve mentored him well on the power of his social media channels and connecting directly with his consumers that way. It was a great way to sell the brand’s image and build a community. Steve meanwhile started to feel more and more out of place at his own (former) company. He wasn’t fit anymore and pretty much everyone at the company was younger than him. People kept calling him the dad of the company and sometimes commented that he was certainly out of touch with young people. While Ben regularly worked out in the company gym, Steve turned more and more away from it. Sometimes though, it was unavoidable as Ben took meetings or check-ins with Steve during his workout. Steve tried to refuse, but Ben put his foot down and reminded him who was the boss and that he’d do what he was told unless he wanted to get fired. No one would miss him, he told Steve. He was the perfect leader for this company. 

Today it was time for another photoshoot between mentor and mentee. Ben added some comments about how amazing Steve was as a mentor and how much he had learned. Steve had to tell the reporters how competent and knowledgeable Ben was - a born leader with perfect instincts. Ben loved his ego being rubbed like that. He was after all just in his 20s and had accomplished so much. When it came to posing for the photo, Ben let his ego show. He’d been doing it more and more often as his confidence grew. He told Steve to take a seat for the shoot. He didn’t want Steve to seem at the same level as him. He needed to look taller and more powerful - a clear visual of who was in charge and calling the shots, and who served whom. He feigned an excuse that it was part of the marketing, but also made a remark that at Steve’s age, he should probably sit down.

Ben then thanked Steve for his time and sent him away before insisting on a few more individual shots for the article. All the while, the reporters flattered his huge wealth, his good looks, his instincts. And he loved every second.

Moving Up

Miguel’s POV (Part 1)

Miguel and his neighbors were about to be in big trouble! They were getting evicted from their homes to make way for some big real estate development. There was so much culture and tradition in their neighborhood, but it was irrelevant to those wanting to buy the land and develop it for their own profits.

They tried to club their money together to hire a lawyer, but they couldn’t raise much, and regardless, the case of the big corporation was airtight. This led Miguel to explore other options. It was desperate, but these were desperate times. They spent the money they’d raised on a bruja who would use an interesting spell to change the mind of the corporation’s CEO. If he cancelled the project, then no lawsuit would be needed! But it was risky. Miguel nonetheless volunteered for the task. He was angry too at the lack of compassion of the company threatening to kick them out onto the street. When he turned up at the bruja’s house, he ranted about the selfish bastard he was about to become. Miguel cursed him, and wished that CEO would experience the suffering he was putting onto everyone. The bruja let out a wry smile and nodded. She began chanting and throwing items into the fire. And soon, Miguel began to feel sleepy, and drifted off. 

He awoke, much to his surprise to a muffled sound of “Sir! Are you okay Sir?” He looked around and found himself in an office, made almost solely from glass. It was spacious, expensive and full of natural light. He looked down to see himself wearing a custom tailored suit and a number of people gathered around him. “Are you okay, Sir? Looks like you just fainted? Can I bring you anything? Water?” Whoever that was, they looked so eager to please. He was about to tell them to mind their own fucking business. But something inside him told him not to.

“No, I’m okay thanks, Zack” He replied, in a clear and confident tone before bringing himself to his feet. Wow, he was taller than he used to be. And how did he know the name of his secretary? Then it clicked that his mind was slowly filling with new memories. He remembered his own, but more and more knowledge began to fill his mind. Damn this guy was richer than he could have ever imagined! While he was here, he might as well enjoy himself a little. “You know what, I think I’ll leave a little earlier today.” His secretary nodded and called his driver. Before leaving he handed him a file - a few signatures were needed - particularly one for kicking out a group of poor residents for a new development. He smiled and agreed to take them with him. He’d be able to look through them and find a reason to cancel the project. He began leaving and his secretary chased after him with the files to hand to the driver.

Miguel, or coincidentally now Michael loved the look of his new car. Part of him wanted to drive it to the max, but part of him wanted to just go with the flow and be driven back to his mansion. He got in and began to make himself comfortable. With his longer legs now, he needed more space than usual, so made sure to make himself comfortable.

On his ride back to “his” mansion, he loved the experience. He looked through the paperwork and saw just how many millions this jerk would make from kicking his family and friends onto the street. And they wouldn’t see a penny of it! He was shocked. Just think what they could do with all that money! Just think what “I” could do with all that money. He couldn’t believe he even thought such a thing. “I could get used to this,” he thought further. Greed set in. He had seen how the lot 0.001% live. And he liked it. He didn’t want to go back to his lowly life. Impulsively, he took out a pen from his jacket pocket and signed the contract. He got hard, looking down at the contract and seeing a perfect imitation of Michael’s signature. Only it wasn’t an imitation. He was Michael. It was his genuine signature now.

He couldn’t wait for this millions to start rolling in - he felt a tinge of pity for his friends and neighbors, But equally, he thought fuck them. He knew he was being selfish, but that’s the price of doing business!

Be careful what you wish for...

Cedric had been trying for the longest time to help one of his friends, Dejan, out of the closet. Dejan had only confided in Cedric his true feelings, but no one else knew the truth. Cedric tried so many times to explain that his life would actually be so much better afterwards. Sure, it might be hard at first, but it’s better in the long-run. But all his attempts were to no avail. Dejan often pushed back, saying that Cedric didn’t understand his position because it was so easy for him to come out years earlier. Cedric really cared about his closeted friend though and hoped he could help him. Of course, It also didn’t hurt that he had a little crush on his oldest friend.

Now Cedric wasn’t the type to be defeated. He’d decided to offer his good friend a magical solution. He wanted Dejan to see just how normal it was to be out and how nobody cared anymore. He was willing to swap lives with Dejan so that he could see how normal it was, and that it was all worth it in the end.

Dejan knew that his good friend indeed had special powers that he inherited from his family. So when Cedric offered this mystical solution, he was intrigued. “But you’re a total bottom, Cedric!” Dejan replied “I’ve never let anyone fuck me before. What if your boyfriend gets horny? Do you think he’d let me fuck him?” Dejan asked. 

“Highly unlikely. But don’t be so apprehensive. It’ll be fine. And if you don’t like it, just make some excuse and we can swap back, I promise.” Cedric replied. Dejan thought it over. In a way, it would be nice to see what it was like to be out, without the risk. His fear was that you cannot unsay something. Once it’s out, there’s no getting it back in the bag again! Besides, they were a cute couple and it was only a few days. And how he yearned to hold a man’s hand in public. Dejan was pretty much convinced.

After an awkward silence, when it was already clear from Dejan’s facial expression that he’d decided, he replied “Okay, but on one condition: Us swapping does not mean that you can come out for me on my behalf. You’ve got to promise me that you’ll not tell anyone else I’m gay or anything. Promise?”

“Absolutely. I promise I won’t come out as you. And I’ll even make it part of the spell that I’ll turn into some fat old ugly guy if I do, just to make you feel more assured, okay?” Cedric reassured him. “How long will we do this, when do we swap back?” asked Dejan. “We both need to want this for the magic to work. Let’s plan for a week or so?” Dejan smiled and nodded. Cedric then began reading a secret spell, causing a wave of energy in the room. The powerful energy spun around them, disorienting them until they were in each other’s forms. 

“What the… Are you wearing a jockstrap, Cedric?” Dejan asked, feeling his ass and surprised by the high pitch of his voice. 

“Yes, YOU are.” Replied the new Dejan. “Your boyfriend loves it I’m sure. And you’re such a kinky bastard anyway from what I hear. Why don’t you go and see him? I’m sure he’s missing you already.” The new Dejan winked at his former body.

“Yeah you’re probably right. Maybe I will surprise him with a nice romantic dinner and a walk through the forest.” the new Cedric fantasized. “But remember, please don’t out me while I’m not in my body. Just keep playing the straight guy for the time being, okay?” 

The new Dejan nodded and responded “What do you mean? I am straight, bro” He laughed “No but seriously, don’t worry, I couldn’t now even if I wanted to.”

*

Dejan really enjoyed his time as an out gay man. He had such a weight lifted from his shoulders. He felt free to do whatever he desired, without the doubt of being judged, because he wasn’t him, he was Cedric, and Cedric could be pretty exhibitionist at times, so he had no doubts in showing his repressed side. He loved how Thiago, his temporary boyfriend looked wistfully into his eyes. How he held his hand and placed a protecting arm around his shoulder. He snapped a photo to send to his former phone. “Okay, I got to admit, this is kinda nice”

“Cedric” and Thiago went back to their apartment. Thiago started kissing him and leading him to the bedroom. “Hey Babe...” Cedric said “You know what would be hot? Let’s pretend like this is our first time, okay? Wouldn’t that be hot?” Thiago bit his lip and pressed his bulging cock against Cedric. Thiago got the message and was gentle and slow. Cedric “played along” as if his first time “Fuck, you’re so big. Hope my virgin hole can take it.” and “Be gentle” and “Omg, it’s feels even bigger inside me.” This “act” turned Thiago on even more and wasn’t long til he climaxed inside his boyfriend of 3 years, breaking Cedric’s virginity. Cedric never knew being fucked could feel so good. It was one of the most intense experience of his life, as he turned to cuddle his boyfriend in a post-coital flow. “I feel like I want to get to know you all over again, babe” Cedric cooed while being held in the arms of his boyfriend, safe and secure. 

“Dejan” was also settling into his new form. His friend had really packed on muscle since high school and he felt pretty sexy. His wardrobe was an interesting mix of sportswear and baggy clothes. He was used to more fitting clothes, but now he was pretty big, it made sense not to have skinny jeans for example - they just wouldn’t fit. The whole wardrobe gave us a sort of “straight” vibe. No doubt carefully chosen by its owner, and not particularly flattering or stylish. It kinda hid how good his body actually was. 

It was time to walk Dejan’s dog. Cedric didn’t really like the dog because it was one of those aggressive looking dogs, but now he was Dejan, the dog was so obedient to his every command that he had a change of opinion. And if the new Dejan was honest with himself, he’d always thought that Dejan looked really hot in the way he dressed. It was modest, but had an aura of sexy masculinity. He couldn’t wait to test out how it felt to be so masculine as he took out his dog for a walk. 

After a few days, the two decided to meet up for coffee and share their experiences. The new Dejan brought his dog with him. Initially it growled aggressively at Cedric, but Dejan quickly and firmly told him to sit and he obediently followed the instruction. Cedric was at first a little scared, but also aroused that the dog detected nothing amiss. The two exchanged stories. Cedric explained how liberated he felt and how much he was enjoying the experience. He told of the wild sex, and how his new frame was built for bottoming. He was a little dismayed that he was a lot skinnier now, but he planned to make some changes there while he was in control - he did after all have a lot of knowledge in that department. What it did allow him to do, however, was to wear clothes that he’d never have dared before. Slim fitting tops, skinny jeans, brightly-colored or shiny outfits, and always fashionable.

Dejan was also enjoying himself mostly. He loved how he felt, and he loved the gym. To be honest, however, he missed his boyfriend. He confessed to having had a crush on his friend originally, so being inside him was by no means a hardship. He also said he’d started to get the urge to top guys, which he’d never done before. Cedric was quick to remind him of the curse they’d agreed upon and that he’d best not try anything out. 

The two continued in their new bodies for another few weeks. Both sometimes went to the gym together. Cedric was working on building up his leaner frame - he’d become particularly interested in squatting to get a nice bubble butt. Dejan wanted to pack on even more muscle. For Dejan, the gym was becoming somewhat of an obsession. The pump felt insane, addictive. But it was also an outlet for the tension and frustration. He now felt the anguish of the original Dejan in his inability to tell anyone how he felt. This fuelled his workouts in relieving the tension and stress. A seed planted by the original Dejan years ago started to grow. The seed was the idea that the bigger he was, the less likely people are to suspect him of being gay. Nevertheless, some people suspected by association. Dejan was spotting for his smaller friend one day when someone asked if the two of them were together. Dejan was quick to respond “No, I’m straight bro” to avoid any unwanted consequences of the curse. 

Cedric smiled and tented slightly hearing his former self’s predicament. “Yep, he’s straight as they come. Believe me, I’ve tried hehe” Cedric replied. Dejan forced a grin, before the fellow gym member carried on his workout. After that encounter, Dejan understood the concerns and paranoia of getting outed. He admitted to his friend that he now understood his pains and said he wouldn’t push him anymore to come out until he was ready. He asked Cedric if they could swap back now, as the concerns started getting to him. Cedric was reluctant. He was enjoying his life with a boyfriend too much. And all without the struggles of coming out to everyone. It was not what he’d anticipated, but he felt loved, and he was falling in love with Thiago too. He knew it was wrong to steal his friend’s boyfriend and life, but he just wanted to savor it for a bit longer. He stalled and requested they stayed this way a bit longer. Cedric wanted to work on making his current body the best he could as a thank you to his friend’s help and sacrifice. Dejan reluctantly agreed. 

Additional weeks turned into additional months. Cedric went over to Dejan’s to check in and have coffee. Dejan welcomed Cedric in, but seemed to be halfway through getting dressed.

Dejan confided in his friend how frustrated he was sexually and how burdened his conscience was. Dejan asked Cedric for a quick fuck “Just a quick one, One time. I just need release so bad.” He pleaded. At this point, Cedric was a little shocked. I mean, sure, his former body was hot, but he had genuine feelings for Thiago now. He felt just wrong betraying him like that. Cedric panicked. He apologized and said he just couldn’t do that to Thiago. He felt too comfortable in his new life. He genuinely loved his boyfriend now and seeing Dejan struggle like he was just gave him terrible flashbacks and he knew he could never return to that life. He panicked, apologized and left. The two didn’t speak for some time after that.

Dejan was left feeling sad and depressed. He decided to head out with some of his buddies from his sports club to drown his sorrows. For a guy who rarely drank due to his sports regimen, it didn’t take long before the alcohol took effect. Some of the guys joked with him that he was gay before they’d never seen him with a girl before. “Fuck you dude!” He replied aggressively, in his drunken stupor. The other guys found this hilarious. Dejan worried his cover was blown and that the curse would take effect. He had to prove them otherwise. On the dance floor he bumped into a girl that took an interest in him. In his compromised mental state, he decided that this would help his situation. He started kissing her, but made sure that his friends would see him with her. 

One thing led to another, and it was the next morning when Dejan woke up with this woman in his bed. He wasn’t really sure what had happened, but from the way she was reacting, she’d had a good time with him, especially once they got home. She eventually left, but it got him thinking. Despite the hangover, he felt remarkably calm now. A feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. The pair decided to see each other again. And again. They grew somewhat attached, and it had the benefit of quashing some of those rumors that threaten his very existence. Dejan eventually plucked up the courage to message Cedric and suggested a double date. The reply wasn’t exactly what he expected:

“Hey you! Sure that sounds amazing. Could we do next week? Thiago and me are just on a little romantic trip away so we’re not at home right now. Let me send you a pic. But try not to be jealous hehe. I keep telling Thiago how you have been the BEST friend a gay guy could ask for. I keep telling him how Dejan’s knowledge and all has been soooo helpful in getting my body looking this hot for him. And I just love so much being able to walk around in these slutty little trunks. He’s sometimes a bit jealous of other guys, but he knows you’re no danger hehe. Chat soon honey.”

Before their double date could take place though, Cedric and Dejan bumped into each other at the gym. Cedric was surprised and a little intimidated by what he saw. It was Dejan, but even more macho than before. It wasn’t just the shaved head, but he looked huge, and his demeanor was also… different.

Dejan caught him staring. His tone was aggressive and alpha. “A photo would last longer if you want to wank over me, gay boy.” Dejan called out. Cedric felt a little scared. He asked him what was wrong and why he was talking to him like that. “Sorry man, I guess it’s the side effects of the steroids. I decided if you’re gonna leave me in this body, I need to make sure that no one suspects and that that curse never takes effect. I guess you saw I got a girl now. Yeah, the roids make me so horny that I’ll fuck anything right now. And Tiffany loves it. Can’t wait for you to meet her. She always wants to get married and have my babies. Imagine that. Me, the man of the house with a wife and kids.”

“But Dejan, you’re gay?” Cedric replied as a matter of fact. 

“I’m straight as an arrow, bro. Just ask Tiff what we get up to. And don’t you dare say anything different to anyone. We can still be friends, but only if you drop this crazy fantasy of yours that I’m gay alright? What am I?” Dejan asked.

“Straight, always have been…” Cedric responded

“Correct, dude. You and your boyfriend are cute, but I’m not into that shit.” Dejan confirmed, while absent-mindedly raising an arm to rub a hand over his shaved head. Cedric sensed an pungent smell being emitted from the unkempt pits. He tried to subtly cover his nose. “Yeah, that’s what a real man smells like. Only women and guys like you smell like flowers.” Dejan joked. Cedric felt like he didn’t really know his friend anymore. His overcompensation was at an all new level. He felt a little guilty, that all this was his fault, but he never wanted to give up his new life and have to go back to the situation he was seeing before him. He wanted to help Dejan come out, but knew that the curse he’d insisted on wouldn’t allow it.

The time for the double date came. On the whole it went pretty well. Dejan sat with an arm around his girl and she was all over him. They flirted quite a lot too. Cedric and Thiago were less clingy at the table, as they’d known each other a lot longer. It was the first time in a long time that Dejan saw the man he used to call his boyfriend. It was a little painful for him to see Thiago totally in love with Cedric and not really look at him anymore. He knew he couldn’t say anything, so just bottled up his frustration. Even worse for him was seeing Cedric and Thiago kiss each other. It was too painful for him to see. A mix of jealousy of the freedom, a yearning for Thiago, and all the while being trapped in this new life. He couldn’t watch it anymore, since it wounded him so much. “Hey, can you guys not do that at the table? Kinda makes me uncomfortable.” Dejan said. As soon as he said it, he realized exactly how that sounded. But it was too late. He’d said it now, offended the love of his life  and he could never really explain what he really meant. This vicious cycle just made him more aggressive, more short-tempered, more insular.

A few days after that evening, while Cedric was out with some gay friends and scrolling through their Grindr profiles looking for some hot guys for them, he noticed something interesting. A picture that somehow felt familiar:

The profile name was “Str8 D1ck” and the description read: “Straight Muscle Alpha. Discrete. Not out and have girlfriend so can’t host. Looking for a quick fuck and go. No strings attached. 100% straight dick looking for release - no fucking time wasters.”

After a quick check in Instagram, his suspicions were confirmed: