Hey I Could Use A Change,i Always Wanted To Be A Stoner Or Bad Boy If You Could Do That

Hey i could use a change,i always wanted to be a stoner or bad boy if you could do that 😀

A nerdy little guy like you wants to be a stoner or bad boy? You're going to need some experience with some bad boys then. Instead of taking your usual route, let's have you turn down that alley today. Good, there's a gang of young Croatian punks here. "Bok!" They call to you as you try to push past them, but you aren't getting away that easy. Three of the boys grab your hair to keep you still while the rest of the gang chuckle. You try to dash away, your fight or flight instincts kicking in. "Youch!" You cry, as you left two of the gang behind they accidentally ripped off the hair on both sides of your head. Though you think the lost hair was worth escaping until you discover the 3rd boy is still pulling on the back of your hair, which somehow grew longer. The other two grab onto the sleeves of your button up now, but you keep trying to run with surprising strength. With a "Rip!" your sleeves fly off and, finally free, you fall forward onto the ground.

Breaking your fall with your hands, you notice how how jacked your sleeveless arms are, and the ink that was hiding underneath. Your hair falls down and brushes against your earlobes which feels strange unless... are they bigger? "Koji kurac!" You spit at the gang in frustration. The 3 boys look stunned for a moment, then the two on the sides quickly lift you by your tattered button up, which changes fabric to a denim vest. "Oprosti" the one on the middle apologizes and passes you his blunt as a peace offering. You're bewildered by this change in attitude until you look in a broken mirror in the alley.

"of course a body like this commands respect" you think to yourself. I hope you don't mind I didn't improve your vision. The glasses add a certain cham, don't you think? I also decided not to reduce your intelligence. It makes you a natural leader for the gang after all. You'll enjoying using it to make plans for the gang far more than whatever desk job you had before. If I get bored of my current form, I might have to join you as one of your lackeys sometime 😉

If you feel like you need a change too, Roller's asks are open

What's up bro? After that lunar landing, India seems like the place to be! Problem is, I don't think the suitcase I brought will be enough for me to last seeing everything from the Taj Mahal to the golden temple. Can I borrow one of the DEL suitcases?

There is actually another suitcase. A fairly new aluminum suitcase from RIMOWA. Looks very expensive. And doesn't necessarily match your dusty and sweaty tourist outfit…. But since no one else has contacted me: Have fun with it!

Delhi… A really huge city. But also really challenging for a tourist who doesn't speak Hindi. But slowly you get used to the strange English they speak here. And somehow you finally find the Airbnb in the old city, a stone's throw from the Red Fort. It smells of sweat, urine and exotic spices in the stairwell. The stairs are steep and you are pretty tired. Heaving your suitcases up is really exhausting. But you have made it. You'll see what's in the big new suitcase tomorrow. You just want to sleep. It looks like the bed in the room hasn't even been made yet. You don't care about that now. Just sleep…

When you wake up the next morning, your old suitcase is gone. But also your old pajamas are gone. You lie naked in bed. And something is different… Your morning wood is hard as steel. Hehehehe, that's not bad… But it's also darker somehow. A shade like a coffee with a shot of milk. Coffee! Yes, you need it now. You get out of the silk-sheeted bed and your boner leads you like a divining rod to the coffee maker in the alcove between your dressing room and the master bath. After the first coffee, quickly take a shower and then get dressed.

And then a second coffee. Your driver will be here soon. Good thing your suitcase is already packed next to you.

You don't like Noida. But many of your friends live there because they have located their startup companies there and it is easier to find capable software developers. But that's not your world either. Your family made their money generations ago in real estate and in the textile industry. And you now head the banking and finance division in your family holding company. After all, you have financed some of your friends' startups. And today one of your friends is getting married. In Noida. You'll survive that, too.

The journey was long, as usual. Getting out of Delhi takes time. But at least you were able to make a number of phone calls while your driver navigated the car safely through the traffic chaos. Now you have moved into your suite. In the corridor hectic movements between the rooms. Bridesmaids and other guests scurry from room to room. You hate this hassle. In life, you would never think of getting married. But the bellboy who carried your suitcase upstairs was hot. You call the front desk and ask for someone to help you unpack your luggage and get dressed. The hotel is one of the most preferred locations for weddings in Noida. You are a regular guest here. They know your preferences. And the bellboys love your cock. You can already imagine that now there will be a fight again, who is allowed to blow you and gets the tip for it.

Yes, that was good… Your cock dangles relaxed between your legs. Your clothes fit perfectly. So on to the ballroom. And let's see who is your boring dinner companion this time.

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Trying It Out

-"Are you ready?" Asked Rajandeep, Sam's Sikh best friend and roommate.

-"Yes, I'm almost ready!" Said Sam as he adjusted his hair and looked at the mirror in order to see that his shirt and jeans were in perfect condition.

-"Hey Raj do I look good?" Asked Sam as he opened the bathroom door and pointed at what he was wearing.

Raj who was seating at his desk on his laptop looked back at Sam and observed his clothes.

-"You look okay Sam" Said Raj with a reassuring tone.

-"Are you sure? I'm worried that I'm wearing something very casual and not appropriate" Said Sam with worry in his voice.

-"Sam you look great, why are you so worried? We are just going out to eat something with my parents at their house" Said Raj.

-"I know, it's just that I want to cause a good impression in them" Said Sam as adjusted his belt.

-"Sam, I promise you my parents aren't that demanding" Said Raj as he got up from his seat.

-"Are you sure?" Asked Sam.

-"Yes, and you are forgetting the point, whatever my parents think about you doesn't matter at all, you've already caused a good impression on me and that's all that matters" Said Raj now standing directly in front of Sam.

-"Do you really believe that?" Asked Sam.

-"But of course, when I started this semester I thought I would be completely alone as this college didn't have any other Sikh students or faculty but when I met you the first night in this dorm and you happily introduced yourself without any fear or prejudice believe me when I say that I knew you and me were going to be great friends" Said Raj with a smile as he playfully punched Sam in the shoulder with his muscled arm.

-"Aw, thanks man, I was also asking you if I look good because if I'm sincere you have a great sense of fashion" Said Sam as he passed one of his hands in the area where Raj had punched him.

-"Yeah well when you have a colorful turban in your head at all times it's useful that whatever you wear matches with it" Said Raj.

-"What turban do you think would match my clothes?" Asked Sam with curiosity.

Raj moved away from Sam towards his closet, as he opened the door he retrieved a small box that was filled to the brim with a huge variety of colorful turbans.

-"Maybe this pink one, it matches with your shirt" Said Raj as he hold the turban in the air and compared its color to what Sam was wearing.

-"Do you think I could wear it, just to see how it looks on me?" Asked Sam in a low voice.

For a moment the whole room was filled with silence as nor Sam or Raj said a word.

-"Shit I shouldn't have asked that" Said Sam as he realized what he had said.

-"No don't be embarrassed, it's just that it's a religious thing and I don't think it's appropriate..." Said Raj.

-"I'm sorry thought" Said Sam as he sat down in his bed.

Raj looked down at the pink turban and then back at Sam.

-"Well if you really want to try it out I don't see something wrong with it" Said Raj as he stored the box filled with turbans in his closet and retrieved the necessary tools to put on a turban on Sam's head.

-"Are you sure?" Asked Sam

-"Yeah I mean what is the worst that could happen" Said Raj as he closed his closet and walked towards Sam.

-"Do I need to do something with my hair before you put the turban on my head?" Asked Sam with curiosity.

Raj looked at Sam's hair and immediately noticed a problem.

-"It's going to be hard to put it on as you don't have a lot of hair in your head" Said Raj as he tried to think about how to resolve the problem but before he could do so he remembered that he also forgot something else.

-"Wait here a second, I forgot to get a patka" Said Raj as he walked to his closet.

-"What is a patka?" Asked Sam.

-"It's a small layer of cloth that you put over your hair, in the majority of scenarios it's optional but I use it constantly" Said Raj as he grabbed a large black cloth from the closet.

-"Another question, why is it important that you have long hair?" Asked Sam.

-"Well it's one of the principles of Sikhism, the idea is that by not cutting your hair and letting it grow naturally you are respecting God's creation" Said Raj as he closed the closet door.

-"Oh" Said Sam as the brown hair on top of his head started to grow and grow until it reached below his shoulders.

-"But you don't have to worry about that, some Sikhs actually cut their hair because of many reasons, at this point in time it's an optional thing" Said Raj as he turned around towards Sam.

-"Is something wrong?" Asked Sam as he noticed the weird way Raj was looking at him.

-"No it's just that I thought you had short hair" Raj pointed out.

Sam looked down at himself and noticed that his hair was extremely large, at first this was weird to him but he suddenly remembered that he had always had long hair as he didn't really like cutting it.

-"Um... I think this is how it has been since forever" Said Sam with full confidence in his statement.

-"If you say so" Said Raj as he approached Sam again.

-"Hey does the hair thing apply to the rest of the body as well?" Asked Sam as Raj placed himself in front of him.

-"It also varies, for example, I shave my body but other Sikhs prefer to leave it as it is" Said Raj as he placed all of his utensils next to Sam on the bed, Once Raj had done that he grabbed Sam's hair with both hands and started to pull it upwards to the top of his head.

While Raj was doing that Sam's previously hairless body became covered in a thick coat of black hairs, this included Sam's face but the hair in that area didn't grow as much as in the rest of his body.

-"Hey man I thought you shaved this morning" Said Raj as he noticed that Sam now had a five o'clock shadow.

Sam touched his cheeks and chin and was momentarily startled by the tickling sensation the hairs produced in his skin as he touched them.

-"I do remember shaving this morning, maybe my hair is just growing a little faster than usual" Said Sam as he internally shrugged the whole situation.

Raj continued doing his thing on Sam's hair despite his worries that something was weird and out of place, after he had pulled all of the hair together he started twisting it, once that was done Raj proceeded to twist the already twisted rope of hair into itself.

-"Now it's time for the patka" Though Raj as he grabbed the square-shaped black cloth and placed it on top of Sam's head after that was done Raj then tied the cloth around Sam's compressed hair.

-"The patka is now officially done" Said Raj as he moved back from Sam and made him walk towards the bathroom mirror.

-"Wow this looks strange, but in a good way" Said Sam as he looked at the weird thing on top of his head, while Sam continued looking at the patka Raj noticed that Sam seemed to be much taller than before.

-"Hey Sam can you stand here next to me for a moment?" Asked Raj.

-"Sure" Said Sam as he moved away from the mirror and positioned himself next to Raj.

-"Is it me or are we almost the same height? Asked Raj as he compared his height with Sam's.

-"Last time I checked I'm around six feet two" Said Sam.

-"That doesn't seem right" Said Raj as he continued looking at Sam.

-"What are you talking about Raj, I've always been a little smaller than you but taller than the average guy" Said Sam

-"Sorry Sam, maybe my mind is just playing tricks with me, go back to the bed so that I can put your turban on" Said Raj as he dismissed the weird height situation.

-"Okay" Said Sam as he walked towards the bed, what he and Raj couldn't see was that the hair on top of Sam's head which was covered by the patka changed in color from brown to black.

-"Let's get this over with" Said Sam as he sat down in the bed.

Raj moved closer to Sam and grabbed the pink turban from the bed, after much delay Raj started wrapping it around Sam's patka.

-"Hey Raj I wanted to ask you something" Said Sam as the folds of the turban were neatly wrapped around his head.

-"Ask away" Said Raj as he concentrated on his wrapping technic

-"When do you start going to the gym again? I miss our weekly exercise routines and going to the gym alone is no fun" Said Sam.

-"Umm....well this week I've had a few finals so I'm planning on starting next week when I'm free" Said Raj as his mind debated if he had ever gone to the gym with Sam.

-"Great!" Said Sam in a chipper tone as his whole body started bulking up, his legs now sported large quadriceps, hamstrings, and calves, in Sam's torso a beautifully crafted six pack formed and in his chest, two boulders of muscle ballooned out of the previously flat surface, in Sam's noodle arms two large and juicy biceps formed and while that happened his forearms also grew more muscle.

-"I'm almost done buddy" Said Raj.

-"Okay, take your time" Said Sam with strain in his voice as his new muscles were about to explode out of his smaller clothes, this embarrassing situation was rapidly avoided as Sam's clothes miraculously adapted to his new musculature by growing a few sizes.

-"There, I think I did a great job of I do say so myself" Said Raj as he moved away and crossed his hands while a smile was displayed on his face.

-"Well I'll be the judge of that" Said Sam as he got up from the bed and yet again looked at himself in the bathroom mirror.

-Wow Raj you really did a good job, thanks for the help, normally I'm good at doing this myself but for some reason, I felt a little clunky today" Said Sam.

-"Wait what do you mean about doing this myself?" Asked Raj as he moved closer to Sam.

-"My turban dummy" Said Sam.

-"But Sam you've never used a turban before, I borrowed you mine and put it in your head because you were curious" Said Raj in a worried tone.

-"How can that be, I'm a Sikh just like you Raj, I've always worn a turban" Said Sam.

-"That can't be true Sam you aren't a Sikh, last time I checked you were agnostic" Said Raj as he tried to rationalize the whole situation.

-"Raj, I was born in Punjab to two Sikh parents, I really don't know what makes you think I'm not a Sikh and a devoted one at that" Said Sam as he turned around to look at Raj.

-"But you were born here in Maine" Said Raj as he looked at Sam's face.

Sam's previously white complexion was now a rich brown, his eyes which were previously green were also now a deep brown, his five o'clock shadow had transformed into a lush and healthy beard, he even had a stylized mustache just like Raj's, to add to the mystery Sam's Caucasian features were now replaced by Punjabi/Indian ones.

-"How can you say that Raj? I'm proud to have been born in Punjab just like you" Said Sam with a very noticeable Punjabi influence to his accent.

-"Sam this just isn't true, I knew I shouldn't have offered you a turban" Said Raj as his mind started to go crazy.

-"Firstly, who the hell is Sam, my name is Sabjeet, and secondly, did you hit your head today or something?" Asked Sabjeet a little worried about his friend's apparent confusion.

When Raj heard the name Sabjeet a flood of memories entered his mind, ever since he immigrated from Punjab in India to Maine he felt alone so imagine his happiness when he met Sabjeet, his roommate for the next five years and the only other Sikh guy in College, ever since then they had been inseparable and had gathered the attention of the rest of the school as the handsome forbidden fruits from India.

-"I'm sorry Sab, today I've been feeling a little weird, how could I've forgotten who you are when we've shared the same room for the past six months" Said Raj now relieved as everything seemed to be in order.

-"I completely understand Raj, maybe your just a little bit stressed because of your finals and that affected you in some way" Said Sab as he now stood in front of Raj.

-"Yeah your right" Said Raj as his phone suddenly started to ring.

-"Shit that must be my mom" Said Raj as he accepted the call.

- "ਰਾਜਨਦੀਪ, ਤੁਸੀਂ ਕਿੱਥੇ ਹੋ? ਖਾਣਾ ਪਹਿਲਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਤਿਆਰ ਹੈ" (Rajandeep, where are you? The food is already ready) Said Raj's mother with anger/worry in her voice.

- "ਅਫਸੋਸ ਮੰਮੀ, ਅਸੀਂ ਬੱਸ ਉਥੇ ਹੀ ਜਾ ਰਹੇ ਸੀ" (Sorry Mom, we were just about to head over there) Said Raj.

- "ਕੀ ਸਬਜੀਤ ਤੁਹਾਡੇ ਨਾਲ ਹੈ?" (Is Sabjeet there with you?) Asked Raj's mother.

- "ਹਾਂ" (Yes) Said Raj.

- "ਉਸਨੂੰ ਦੱਸੋ ਮੈਂ ਕੁਝ ਮੁਰਗੀ ਦਾ ਟਿੱਕਾ ਬਣਾਇਆ" (Tell him I made some chicken tikka) Said Raj's mother.

- "ਠੀਕ ਹੈ ਮੰਮੀ ਮੈਂ ਉਸਨੂੰ ਦੱਸਾਂਗਾ, ਮੈਂ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਲਗਭਗ ਵੀਹ ਮਿੰਟਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਮਿਲਾਂਗਾ, ਬਾਈ" (Okay mom I'll tell him, I'll see you in around twenty minutes, bye) Said Raj as he hung up the call.

-"What did she say?" Asked Sab.

-"That the food is ready and that she made some chicken tikka" Said Raj.

-"Wow, let's get going then, it's been a long time since I've eaten one of those" Said Sab with a smile as he remembers Punjab, his forever home.

-"I agree, let's go" Said Raj as he opened the dorm room's main door, once Raj and Sab were at the other side they closed the door and started running through the desolate hallways in order to arrive at Raj's parent's house before the food became cold.

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This story was loosely inspired by a CYOC set of stories, hope you guys like it 😁.

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I asked the Chronivac to make me popular, but it just got confused. I guess my request was too subjective since what's considered "popular" can change depending on who you're around. Can you help?

Hmmmm! I paused the permanent transformation into ever-changing popular states once. But I'm not entirely sure right now if the moment was a good one…. You obviously just drove past an excursion by members of the Dallas Bears. And hell: you're really popular with the lads!

Okay, you're not engaged yet, but your boyfriend probably wouldn't like it if I reactivated the "popular" setting or reverted you back to your original state. And for what it's worth, you're unlikely to get a bigger cock and a hairier chest. And you're both a talented stud and a first-class cocksucker. I don't think you want to give that up, do you? Enjoy it!

Pic of you both found @hairytwosome

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