The Great Shift: Across State Lines

The Great Shift: Across State Lines

It’s funny. In retrospect people were really focusing on the wrong aspects when of oddities when it came to the great shift. I mean people all over the world were switching bodies with one another! You’d think a couple of abnormalities wouldn’t be too surprising. Yet here we are. Me discussing the first reported “odd” case of body swapping during the great shift. 

Meet Abram. A nice young man! He grew up in Russia, had nice blond hair, and even had a nice slim body, unlike a lot of the other athletes he knew who were very muscular. Well… he was all of those things. After the Great Shift he found himself in Spanish underwear model Antonio Albolia. This 6′2 densely muscled body of his was everything he’d ever dream of having! He spent a solid few minutes just flexing in his bathroom mirror, when he made the discovery. However, the following days would be a little more stressful. You see most people swapped bodies with a person and that was it. Abram received a little more than Antonio’s body. The first word uttered from his new form was in Spanish… and so was the second and third. Abram had never spoken a word of that language before, so you could imagine his confusion when he began to speak it so fluently. He was sad to see that he could no longer speak Russian, but honestly he was too engrossed with his new body to mind too much. After all he was one guy in the supposedly long line of abnormal swaps. 

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Request for help :)

Hi everyone.

 First of all, thanks to everyone who appreciated and who will appreciate my new story. I will continue to produce the history for this series by far. 

Secondly, there is a small problem. I find it difficult to find photos for racial TF. So if you have a few photos where handsome foreign guys are a bit upset or a bit lost, please send it to me. You can also send pictures of the guys before turning if you have interesting pictures. 

And you can also send a photo of Mr. Turns, as you imagine. Maybe your photo will appear in history. Send photos, I will be very grateful. And thanks again for your support ;)

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As you won a trip to Mexico you get sad because of the plane ride from Russia all the way to Mexico. Once you go to the plane to and land you go to your hotel and leave all your things in hotel room. You see this old run down shop and you these boxers that are still perfectly sad in the package and it says on the package “this brief can make you become a man from where your at.

You go back to you hotel room after you were done taking the boxers home. You soon take a shower and go to the beach and take the boxers to put them on at the beach. You get to the changing room and take off all your clothes and put on the boxers leaving and don’t put on your shoe and pants because you want a tan, but that leaves you showing off you skinny body and arms and legs. You soon see people leaving and going home, until it is just you and you soon see that there was a necklace with the package and put it on.

You were about to go home till you felt the boxers sending out heat to your body. You soon see your chest staring to hared and see your your upper chest gain pecs and as your belly get abs 6 pack and you soon start getting taller and you soon felel your arms inflating really big and you soon feel your arms rock hard and then the heat goes to your legs as they get muscular more muscular and you see veins popping around your body.. then the heat goes to your face, as you feel your face getting chiseled and you face getting cheek bones and your eyebrows get thicker.

The all the heat go to your dick and balls. you see the balls go to the size of tennis balls and your dick gets bigger then it was before even though it was big before. You soon feel your cock get thicker and longe. Then your all the heat goes to your butt, as it gets big and soon you stretch out the boxers to look like a speedo. You soon forget your old Russia life and gain a New Mexican life where you don’t know Russia, but Latin. You soon fell horny and you cum in the boxers that now look like speedo. You go in to the water to wash off the cum and see that once you come out your hairs is longer and you are more tanned then usually. You soon see that you are now interested in men instead off women and you wait by the room now and wait for a gay muscular guy, so you horny dick can get some big ass. You still keep the necklace and now speedo, so you can show off your body.

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A long overdue promise to my good friend @flynn1808. 

Dean was an average gay white millennial, struggling in the world, just to make ends meet. Dean literally lived paycheck to paycheck, as a matter of fact, he lived previous paycheck to previous paycheck.  Dean wasn’t happy, he could barely afford to eat, pay rent, or keep himself in shape. In his very little spare time, he admired people from afar, people he imagined having it better. One of his favorite people who randomly friended him on Facebook was Pedro, a a 36 year old stud from Mexico. 

Dean and Pedro had been chatting for sometime, and Dean was falling hard fro Pedro. In the evenings Dean and Pedro would chat in Spanish, which Dean thought was pretty awesome, because he was learning so much. Pedro had limited English, and Dean did his best with his limited Spanish. 

Even though Dean was broke, he really wanted to meet Pedro, so he started working a third job to save up and fly down to meet his crush. The time finally came when Dean had enough money, so he asked Pedro if he could come and visit, Pedro excitedly said yes. 

It was Winter in the States when Dean flew out of LAX airport, teeming with excitement. 

Thoughts racing through his head on the flight:

Maybe he is the one! Maybe we can start a life together. At least maybe we can have sex…..

All of these thoughts in his head, Dean didn’t even realize they had landed. AS soon as the doors opened, Dean forced himself through the crowd of people, making himself one of the first people off the plane.

He picked up his rental and sped off to Pedro’s address, barely containing himself. 

Finally arriving, he was a bit surprised at what he saw, because it didn’t look like the pictures. 

Maybe this wasn’t his actual home, he thought. 

It was little more than a shack, run down, and abandoned looking. Dean was not about to turn around, he had come too far. 

He went up to the building, pulled his hand back to knock only to hear a creaking noise as the door opened on its own.  

He cautiously crept into the house, making sure that it was safe. It seemed to be okay, it looked like someone was staying there.  Dean looked around some more, he began to recognize the things he saw in the pictures. Hats, clothing, and other items were exactly the same, which relieved him. He finally found a bedroom, which was kept up immaculately, it looked exactly how he thought it would. 

On the nightstand there was a ring, he had seen Pedro wear something similar and his curiosity peaked, so he picked it up and slid it on his middle finger and sat on the bed. All of the excitement seemed to tire him out and he found himself fast asleep within minutes of being on the bed.  

He had disturbing dreams, dreams of an old woman luring people from the United States and taking their nationalities, leaving them in Mexico. The weird thing was that this actually excited Dean, and as he slept he got hard. He wanted to be Pedro more than anything, which was a new encounter for the old woman. Dean actually faced the women in his sleep and told her he would willingly give her what she sought. This would make the job easier for her, she wouldn’t have to fight him and would take much less power. In return, the woman told him that she would leave some of his memory intact and that she would make sure that he was happy with his body in the new life he would have. Anger and spite usually left those who fought in rough bodies, but this would be different. 

Dean woke up suddenly, the ring was glowing and heating up, to a point where it hurt. He couldn’t remove it though, it felt like it was pulling on him. He he tried to scream but his efforts were cut short as his voice was pulled from his throat, the color drained from his hair, face, and the rest of his body. He couldn’t think, he thought he was going crazy, English words slipping from his minds grasp. Leaving only rudimentary knowledge. The assault on his brain continued as bits of knowledge were pulled out and replaced with new memories. His American education was being stolen, college years felt like they were running backwards, being replaced with memories of physical work, apprenticeships, and lots of sex. His brain was rewiring, he wasn’t just gay anymore, he was quickly becoming bisexual. 

Suddenly his body convulsed as his muscles began to tremble and twitch. He could feel the years of working out and physical work changing him. His gut pulled back as he fell to the ground. He felt his arms expanding, and his legs felt weak. The weakness was the spasms pushing his thighs out, his calves hardening, and his feet expanding. Concurrently his chest became more defined and his back muscles wound tight like a spring. His hands expanded while he felt that he was getting taller. The fact was, he shot up form 5 foot 6 to 6 foot 1 in a matter of minutes. 

Dean’s silent cries suddenly became audible, much deeper and differently accented than before. He rolled onto his back and held his face in his hands, hoping top stop the extreme pressure he was feeling. His face became angular and unimaginably handsome. He could feel his once light and spotty beard thickening, as it filled in with color and density. His hair became thick and dark, watching would have looked like black ink was spreading through his follicles. His once blue eyes taken from him flooded with deep black colouring, returning to perfect vision as the pressure subsided. 

Desiderio stood up and looked in the mirror, knowing that he was once Dean Flynn. Dean was no more, his whiteness would be given to a Latinx person who would become white to support their family from the USA.  Desiderio would do alright himself, he was a quick learner and could always find a gringo willing to pay good money for a bit of sex. 

Request for help :)

Hi everyone.

 First of all, thanks to everyone who appreciated and who will appreciate my new story. I will continue to produce the history for this series by far. 

Secondly, there is a small problem. I find it difficult to find photos for racial TF. So if you have a few photos where handsome foreign guys are a bit upset or a bit lost, please send it to me. You can also send pictures of the guys before turning if you have interesting pictures. 

And you can also send a photo of Mr. Turns, as you imagine. Maybe your photo will appear in history. Send photos, I will be very grateful. And thanks again for your support ;)