Streamer To Subscriber - Part III

Streamer to Subscriber - Part III

If you haven’t read the previous entries yet, check out Part I and Part II.

Waking up, Dan couldn’t help smile as he once again found himself in the body of streamer Hasan Piker. Ever since he was swapped into Hasan’s body, Dan had found himself embracing his hunky body and sharing that sexiness with all of his Twitch viewers. Each day, he’d spend hours playing video games and showing off his body. In fact, he even did a special stream a few days after the swap where he did an entire workout routine from the comfort of his bedroom. The viewers continued to flood the stream as his hunky body got incredibly sweaty and the insatiable viewers continued to beg for more.

He headed into the bathroom, where he took his daily morning selfie to both help him remember that he’s Hasan but also he wanted to celebrate his hotness for himself. By this point, Dan was constantly flirting with other male streamers to the point where they’d share nudes with each other given their inability to meet up during a pandemic.

However, there was a new reason as to why he was taking photos this morning. Given his new streaming style, several companies reached out begging him to promote their products for them on both social media and on his streams. He was fairly choosy, only picking brands that offered both big checks and products that he could show off to his viewers. This morning, he had to do a post for an underwear company, so he quickly snapped a photo and posted it onto his social media.

Heading towards the shower, Dan quickly shaved his face and stepped in. As he washed up, he prepared for another stream and wondered what kind of fun he’d have with his viewers today…

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It had been a week since the swap and to Hasan’s surprise, he’d quite easily gotten used to his new life. With no job to focus on, Hasan would spend his days painting and browsing the internet. In the evening, he began to pass the time by playing video games and snacking on junk food while in a voice call with all of the real Dan’s friends. It was a bit nerve-wracking when Hasan was playing a game on his PlayStation and began to get messages from people he didn’t know. However, after finally giving into peer pressure, Hasan joined their voice chat and started to enjoy the companionship. Within a few days, Hasan had begun to view these strangers as real friends and Hasan’s joking personality was a big hit with them as well.

Hasan’s comfort in this new life was only helped by the fact that he now was able to have constant food made for him by his “mother”. Although he knew it wasn’t a long term situation, he didn’t mind the fact that he could have no real consequences for caving and eating anything his heart desired. Having telling himself that this was just temporary and that his determination would lead him to get his body back, Hasan felt light joy in the fact that he had caused this body to gain weight in just his week of being “Dan”. Still determined to fix this universal fuck-up, he thought it was funny to imagine this body snatcher finally losing Hasan’s body and being sent to an even bigger body.

Every day, Hasan would check out his livestream and hope that he would miraculously get his chat privileges back. Unfortunately, these hopes often led the now-obese streamer to grow depressed as each day provided the same result. However, upon his daily check-in on the stream today, Hasan gasped in shock as he watched the glorious chat box appear once again on his account. Although Dan took the forethought to block Hasan from any other social media account, he forgot the fact that the original ban on Hasan’s stream only lasted a week. So, as Hasan began to tear up in joy, he started to formulate a plan to get this imposter to get his body back and punish this asshole for stealing what was his. 

Thinking ahead, Hasan used the man’s debit card and bought several dollars worth of Twitch bits to donate to the streamer. His plan was to force the imposter to notice that his original body was back and wanting to end this swap. He patiently waited for the stream to officially begin once “Hasan” would turn his camera on. To pass the time, Hasan watched the viewer number, growing more and more impressed that the numbers ticked higher and higher than they’ve ever been. He couldn’t believe it, but it was even larger than his numbers when he did the 2020 election coverage in November. He thought nothing would be able to top that, but he was proven wrong by this imposter. Although Hasan did know that these numbers were only this high due to “Hasan” essentially becoming a cam boy, he couldn’t deny that he was impressed.

After a few more minutes of waiting, “Hasan” finally came on stream with a wide grin spread on his face. He greeted his viewers and looked towards the chat as he began to ask his viewers how their day was going. While he talked to a few fans about their day, Hasan began to prepare his first message to get Dan’s attention. Clicking on donating 200 bits, Hasan typed his message out and hit send.

Dan had been having a conversation with one of his followers about working out, until he was interrupted by the stream announcing that there was a donation message. Turning his head back towards the camera, he listened as the bot began to read the message out loud. “Give me back my body you son of a bitch, I’m the real Hasan and you stole my body!” the bot’s robotic voice stated. Dan’s face had a look of shock plastered onto his face as he realized that he forgot to make the Twitch ban permanent for his old account. Taking a look at the chat, he watched them all react with messages of “LMFAO” and “Lol what a loser!”, giving Dan the permission to do the same. 

He let out a hearty chuckle as the message finished being read out loud. “Dude, what the FUCK are you talking about? I mean, I’m sure that you wish you had this body, but it’s mine. I wouldn’t give this up to ANYONE!” he stated in between his hearty laughs.

“Ah, I see what this is. You’ve got the hots for me huh? You could have just asked man, I don’t mind giving you what you want....” Dan said as he leaned into the camera and lifted his arm up for the camera.

“I don’t want your armpit, I want my body back!” Hasan typed into the chat, growing more and more annoyed by this imposter’s sexual behavior. The imposter continued to taunt him, jokingly telling him to get in there and check out his pits since he obviously finds him sexy.

“No, give me my goddamn body back you imposter! You know you’re not the real Hasan!” he continued to type, his frustration reaching its absolute peak. Despite this, Hasan could feel his new dick begin to harden as he thought more about his body and imagined himself back in it once more. The imposter continued to taunt the streamer, putting his nose towards his pit and inviting the man to do the same.

“I’ll give you money if that’s what you want. I just want to be back where I belong!” Hasan typed out, beginning to sob as he watched his attempt to get his original body back so easily falling apart.

“Hasan” couldn’t help but chuckle as he continued to read the real Hasan’s desperate messages. “He’s so weak and helpless now, it serves him right,” Dan thought, imagining the now chubby Hasan frantically typing into his laptop begging to be saved from the life that Dan so slyly gave him. 

As much as Dan enjoyed tormenting the real Hasan, he grew irritated at his plans for the stream being delayed by his constant spam into the chat. Now fully tired of playing games and getting off track from making in cash, Dan immediately moved to try and get the real Hasan banned. “Hey mods, can we ban this guy again? But this time, make sure it’s permanent. He’s getting me off track and totally ruining the mood. He’s no longer welcomed here...” He stated, keeping his eyes on the chat to make sure that the mods followed his orders and permanently banned the real Hasan from the chat. “Thank you for watching the stream though, you’re free to ogle at my body like I’m sure you’ve been doing for months now. I can’t blame you though, I’m simply irresistible!” Dan stated, as he flexed once more and pulled his tank top off so that the real show could finally begin…

Hasan was furious, watching as he lost chat privileges and his former body began to strip for all of his fans. In anger, he closed the stream and began to sob at his desk as he realized that there was no turning back now. He fucked up and now he’s trapped like this. Both furious and curious to find out what had happened to him, Hasan began to take a look through the laptop’s history. He was desperate to find any information about what caused this swap, so he was willing to spend however much time was necessary to get some answers. 

After hours of going through the computer history with a fine toothed comb, Hasan finally stumbled upon the link on the dark web where Dan first offered his proposition for destroying the streamer’s reputation. Assuming that there must be some answers from this posting, Hasan decided to go through the messages on the site. Upon entering the message inbox, Hasan found himself stumbling right into the chat history between Dan and the mysterious Dark Web individual. Both pissed at this person for doing this to him and also wanting to try and get help, Hasan furiously typed out a message to the individual, stating that he’s the real Hasan and he wants help. As he hit send, he began to feel a deep rumble echo deep from within his gut. He glanced at the clock and realized that it was close to dinner time. Hoping to eat his feelings, Hasan left his room and wobbled down the stairs to go have dinner with his apparent new family.

Coming back from dinner, Hasan checked his computer and found that he had received a response. He began to grow excited as he read the first section of the message.

Hello Hasan, I’m sorry that you were left so uncomfortable after the change. I suppose my magic was off, because the swap was supposed to make it so you believed that you were always Dan. Given that this has not worked, I can totally understand why you’re so miserable.

I might have a plan that can remedy this situation, so here’s what I’m thinking…

As Hasan continued to read the message, his frown began to slightly perk up as he thought about the warlock’s interesting proposition…

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The Consequences of Stealing

Drew couldn’t believe it, but he had actually done it. After months of admiring his gym crush Patrick, he finally got up the nerve to steal his gym bag. Patrick was quite the buff guy, and Drew couldn’t help but wish to one day be as buff and intimidating as him. Drew himself was fairly nerdy with a less muscular and more chubby build, so the small yet meaningful conversations he had with Patrick had meant a lot to him, especially given his general disinterest in social interaction. He admired Patrick’s dominance, which was apparent as Drew would watch in the gym as any guy would immediately vacate a machine if Patrick even just looked at it. He was the alpha of the gym and Drew couldn’t help but get turned on by him because of that. He longed to have the dominance and body of someone like Patrick, so it wasn’t a surprise that Drew soon found his sex dreams constantly revolving Patrick finding him in the shower and allowing Drew to take the lead instead of himself. Although he knew it was a dream, he was fully invested in the possibility of it happening one day. 

You could say he became a bit delusional about it, but he didn’t think he was crazy as well. It was just admiration to the highest level, and Drew didn’t mind being called a passionate admirer. He became so much of a devoted admirer of Patrick that Drew even purchased the same gym bag just to get as simple of a comment as “Nice bag” when they first passed each other in the locker room. 

But when Patrick left his bag out on the empty gym bench to go to the bathroom after showering, Drew felt an intense desire to take the bag for himself. He was curious to see what was inside of it, hoping it could be filled with tons of sweaty workout clothes that he could smell when he got home and jerked off. Letting his horniness get the best of him, he couldn’t resist the opportunity and rapidly snatched the bag and ran. Given that they both had the same type of bag, Drew cleverly put his bag on the bench to take the place of Patrick’s bag and quickly rushed off out of the locker room and towards his apartment. Patrick was oblivious to the bag swap, so once he returned, he quickly grabbed the remaining bag on the bench as he walked out of the locker room.

Once Drew reached the door of his apartment, his face morphed into a devilish grin as he personally felt like he had just gotten away with the crime of the century. He had just stolen the bag of his gym crush, the biggest and most dominant guy he knew. As he entered the apartment and closed the door behind him, he headed into the bedroom with the bag, curious to explore the bag’s contents and also take care of the firm dick pressing against the fabric of his shorts. 

After he reached the bedroom, he couldn’t help but strip as he crossed the threshold and threw the bag onto his mattress. He thought about smelling Patrick’s sweaty underwear and workout clothes, which only made his member throb harder with anticipation. As his naked body climbed onto his bed, his smile while unzipping the bag looked like a child opening presents on Christmas day. He was happy he got away with it and now got a chance to be closer to Patrick than he ever could imagine, even if it wasn’t their bodies physically being together.

However, as he peeled back the unzipped flap of fabric in his bag, Drew’s face turned into a wide look of shock as he found more surprising pieces than a simple set of sweaty workout clothes. As he pulled out a small case, he was shocked to discover that he came face-to-face with an expensive pair of headphones.

Feeling a sudden urge to wear them, Drew moved the bag off the bed and quickly pulled the headphones over his head. He imagined all of the times Patrick wore these as he worked out to become even buffer and more intimidating. With Drew’s mind being stuck 100% on horny mode, he began to imagine himself as Patrick and imagining what he’d do in his situation.

However, with this passing thought of putting himself in Patrick’s place, it seemed that something in the universe obliged his request and began to manifest this desire. As Drew connected his phone to the headphones and began to play music in them, he began to imagine himself as Patrick and then began to wrap his hand around his modest but still decent cock. While doing this, he was oblivious to the fact that the universe had begun the process of slowly morphing him into the spitting image of Patrick. His body began to thicken, as his form accumulated a solid mix of fat and muscle until his body had fully beefed out into Patrick’s studly form. 

Continuing to pump his cock, Drew was oblivious to the sudden strength being displayed in his stroke. He couldn’t notice the sensation of his biceps suddenly inflating into an impressive set of muscles that would surely tear the seams of any of Drew’s shirts. Speaking of his cock, Drew’s hand also began to travel a greater distance as his member slowly lengthened into being the exact replica of the thick cock that Drew had heard many rumors about from various men in the gym. The changes continued, as his once flabby moobs began to firm up until they were turned into a set of buff pecs. Although his gut did manage to grow a bit larger, it firmed up and took on a more intimidating appearance rather than the soft rippling fat that had grown onto his soft torso. 

While Drew continued to stroke, his body continued to change as it began to grow older to match Patrick. Patrick was 31, so given that Drew was only 23, his body had some rapid growth that needed to occur so he could be exactly like Patrick. Over the course of a few minutes, his body grew a bit weathered as it took on the features more fitting of a 31 year old. While continuing to listen to music, Drew was oblivious to the slight tingle that was located on his forehead. This tingle began to do some quick aging as his hairline quickly moved up a few inches and his face began to see the beginnings of a few wrinkles until he was the spitting image of his gym crush. As well, Drew’s face began to age up to match his crush’s visage. When Drew began to feel a slight tickle around his upper lip, he forced himself to ignore it as he continued to get himself off. If he had taken note of the change, he would have found his hand brush against the sudden appearance of Patrick’s thick mustache above his upper lip.

Once the changes finally began to finish, it felt as if Drew’s dick finally was given permission to ejaculate. As soon as he began to shoot his seed, he gasped in pleasure as his dick shot torrents of cum all over his sheets and buffer torso. Drew continued to moan from the heightened pleasure he felt until he was suddenly overcome with an intense bout of drowsiness. Before he could react and clean himself off, he immediately collapsed into his bed and fell into a deep slumber...

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While Drew was pleasuring himself, Patrick was back at his home furious. “What the fuck, I can’t believe that fucking asshole took my bag!” he screamed, tossing the bag of Drew’s basic clothing against the wall of his bedroom. He always knew that Drew had some weird attraction to him, but he never expected it to get to the point where he would actually steal his bag!

After taking a second to cool off, Patrick got into his bed and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down and attempt some form of meditation. As his eyes remained closed, Patrick was also enveloped into a state of obliviousness as his body soon began to change in response to Drew’s wish. The universe could change Drew into Patrick, but it would not allow reality to be altered so heavily that there were two identical men. Patrick unfortunately got the short end of the universe’s stick, so his body slowly began the transformation into Drew. With his arms crossed around his chest, any outside observer could stare in amazement and watch as Patrick’s biceps slowly deflated, growing less muscular by the second until all that was left hanging off of his arm was a modest amount of flab. 

This seemed to be the overall response his body had while transforming into Drew: growing smaller. His naturally large dick also began to shrink from within his pair of workout shorts. Inch by inch, it grew smaller until it was turned into an exact replica of Drew’s smaller member. His body overall grew smaller by the second as he lost his intimidating muscle mass and gained a softer, chubbier form. His pecs lost their muscular edge as they slowly rounded out and slightly drooped before turning into a pair of moobs. 

Finally, his body went through more cosmetic changes, as his skin began to grow more youthful as the slight wrinkles on his body quickly faded away. He felt a twinge of pain on the lower half of his face, but he remained uninterested towards checking out the reason behind it. If he had opened his eyes and looked down, Patrick would have seen his facial hair quickly being yanked out of his face and disintegrating into nothingness. Drew struggled to grow facial hair, so having a thick mustache would not be appropriate in the slightest. 

Although Patrick was completely oblivious to the fact that he was receiving an entirely new body, the universe knew he would be happy with the opportunity to be younger once more. He often felt that he had lost an opportunity to enjoy his young adulthood, so being Drew was a blessing in disguise. Given that Patrick was 31, the age regression into Drew’s age of 23 would give him several years to experience life as a younger white guy.

With the changes beginning to finish up, Patrick started to feel a wave of drowsiness wash over him as he laid there still with his eyes still closed. He tried to fight it, but like a riptide, he was lost and sent spiraling into unconsciousness, not knowing of the new life waiting for him when he woke up…

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Unknown to the both of them, the universe continued to work hard during their slumber. While they dreamed, this otherworldly influence provided each of them their new memories to help them perfectly assimilate into their new lives. On top of this, they warped reality quickly, placing the new Patrick in his new house and doing the same to Drew with his apartment.

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Patrick awoke from his slumber, where he soon found his head tilted in a strange position because of the thick headphones wrapped around his head. Chuckling at his forgetfulness, he quickly sat up and inhaled a burst of air as his eyes caught sight of his bedroom.  Looking down, he also caught sight of his body, which made him flash a wider smile. He was proud of the body he had, which was always apparent when he worked out at the gym. He loved to show off his beefy bod around the locker room and dominate the other guys who he would catch lusting over him. Looking down, he quickly noticed his cum-covered chest, so Patrick headed into the bathroom so he could clean himself off. Not wanting to waste the remaining daylight, he showered with haste so he could get out and continue to enjoy his day.

As he finished drying off, he caught sight of the sun shining in through his window. Patrick walked out of the bathroom and got dressed into a pair of boxer briefs. He placed his headphones back onto his head and began to walk out towards the living. He was still partially groggy from his nap, but he couldn’t refuse the opportunity to enjoy the sunset on his patio. While staring out of the patio door, Patrick couldn’t help but flash a big grin. Life was great and he loved the opportunity to go sunbathe and tan his buff body. As he headed out to the patio, he couldn’t help but think to himself “Gosh, this is the best life a man could ask for!” 

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When Drew woke up, he felt a major migraine coming on as his eyes opened. His body was still getting used to these gym sessions, so he often gave himself migraines when he pushed himself too hard. Apparently, this migraine was so bad that he didn’t even make it to his bedroom. Looking around, his lethargic eyes told him that he was resting on his leather couch. He was eager to grow and become the man he longed to become. His body wasn’t in the best shape, but he was happy to at least see some of the potential in it. In fact, one day he longed to have a body like a fellow gym-goer by the name of Patrick. He couldn’t help but admire his bulky form and wish he was as intimidating as him. “Maybe I could ask him for help” Drew thought to himself, curious about whether the man would help him or just tell him to piss off.

Thinking about it a bit longer, he ultimately decided that It was worth a shot. So, Drew quickly made a mental note to ask Patrick for some guidance the next time he saw him in the gym. He loved his body, but he knew it could be better and that was encouraging to him! He was eager to shed all of this extra weight and replace it with intimidating muscles that would make him the object of every man’s desire. He knew it was possible, so he was determined to achieve his goals. Hopefully with Patrick’s assistance, Drew could turn himself into the buff muscle jock he longed to be!

Thinking about the possibility of growing into such an intimidating man, Drew reached his hands down into his pants and began to jerk off as he fantasized about his future growth...

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Transformation Vacations: Australia

When both my wife and I were declared “non-essential” workers, we looked forward to some downtime to relax and stay safe during the pandemic. Just as we had hoped, the first few weeks of quarantine and home life went great. However, right we passed the two-month mark, cabin fever began to quickly set in. Our days of lounging around and binging TV on our couch became less enjoyable as our shorter tempers grew more and more as we fought over something as simple as a TV show. Eager to find my wife and I some relief, I decided to do some research about doing some form of vacation for us to go on. If the US was going to be so badly managing the virus, the concept of traveling to another country where the virus had already passed for the most part felt very exciting to me. 

Luckily, after an hour or so of searching and getting to the thirtieth page of search results, I found an incredibly interesting website. The website itself was very basic, with just a bold text of Transformation Vacations being awkwardly stretched across the header of the site. Underneath the large text was a small statement saying their purpose: “To provide life-changing experiences at low costs to those who need it the most!” 

Intrigued, I continued to look into the site as a large map appeared on the screen with some various locations that they offered packages for. Looking through it, I  considered trips to places like France, India, Spain, South Africa, Brazil, and Mexico. However, my eyes immediately found myself drawn to the hyperlink marked AUSTRALIA in bold letters. I quickly clicked on the link and my jaw dropped once I took a closer look.  Their website wasn’t lying, this was an INCREDIBLY cheap deal to visit Australia. Reading the description, it seemed like an amazing time for us to experience.

“Explore the Land Down Under. By purchasing our couples’ package, you will find yourself transported to the wonderful golden shores of Australia and get prime lodging right in the center of beautiful Sydney! Experience riding a wave with a surfing date, walking around the town, and a private candle-lit dinner at a five-star restaurant. Book one week now and get a free week!

This deal is selling fast so purchase now to make the most of this once-in-a-lifetime deal!”

Once I reached the end of the description and read the current offer, I knew we had to do it. After a few attempts to add the packages into my cart, the fifth time proved to be successful as I quickly entered my card details and confirmed the payment. I knew that the buggy interface and sketchy website should have swayed me away, the price being over 3x cheaper than the normal rates on other travel site made it seem like a no-brainer to at least try it. “If it went wrong, I could just refute the charge with my bank and get back my few hundred dollars” I told myself, trying not to stress too much about it.

As soon as I closed the tab and shut my laptop lid, I began to feel incredibly dizzy. Looking over at my already sleeping wife, I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth as I quickly fell out of consciousness...

Out of nowhere, I begin to feel incredibly warm and hear a loud roaring noise overtake my thoughts. After a moment of struggling to bring myself out of my weird state of consciousness, I opened my eyes and tried to get my bearings. But as I looked around at the sandy beach and rolling waves that kept crashing against the shore, I only grew more confused. “How in the hell did I end up on a beach? Did I die somehow?” I think to myself, wondering if this is somehow my version of the afterlife. 

Looking around, I turn to my left and see a tall man next to me holding onto a large surfboard with his eyes closed. “Hello, sir? Where am I?” I ask, but I continue to get no response. I clear my throat, as I catch myself suddenly saying things with a very different accent from my normal Boston one. I turn and pat the man on the shoulder, beginning to ask if he’s ok.

Suddenly, the man’s eyes burst open as a worried look immediately appears on his face. “Whoa!” I hear the man cry out, the voice coming out of his mouth also having the same accent, but with an added sense of confusion and fear. The man turns to me as he flashes his light brown eyes at me. “Who are you?” He asks, his thick eyebrows raising inquisitively. Confused by the question, I quickly respond “Uh, I’m Matt. Who are you?”

“Baby?” He asks as he leans in to get a closer look at me. “It’s me Shannon!” I hear him cry out. Looking at him, beyond the different gender, there’s no way that the man was my wife. My wife was a 42-year-old blonde woman who definitely didn’t have the thin physique that this man had. Confused and trying to remain calm, I lean down and put my hands to my temples as I try to think about this. However, but as I’m looking down, I find that the sight I see was a far cry from my 45 year old body as well. Instead of a puffy chest and a slight paunch on a hairy torso, my body had become replaced with a slight set of pecs, a hairless torso, and a prominent six-pack.

“Oh shit, I think that website swapped our bodies!” I cried out, shocked as I come to my sudden realization. The website wasn’t lying when they said we’d be transported to the location of our choice. The only problem is that our old bodies didn’t get to follow us over here. Looking down, I find that I’m quite unable to complaining at my new physique. However, all of my fears cause me to turn to Shannon as I look at the man that my wife had apparently inhabited and worry about how she’s feeling.

My fears about her being freaked out about the new body are quickly dashed as I see her drop the board and flash a quick smile as she begins to check out her physique. I can’t help but stifle my snicker as I watch her flex her fledgling biceps and pull her wetsuit away from her body a bit so she could slide her hand down and feel her new equipment. “Shannon, are you ok?” I ask, which causes her to turn to me in a wide grin and say “Absolutely love! I certainly didn’t expect to wake up as a man, but this body isn’t too bad”. As I watch her talk, I just continue to think about the native Australian voice that belonged to her body. Surprisingly, I can feel my new dick beginning to press against the wetsuit as I watch him speak and stare at his gorgeous face. It’s strange to think about how attractive my wife’s new body is to me. Prior to last night, I had never once in my life had a gay experience, but it seems that these new feelings that I have are going to be impossible to deny. Thinking about it, I begin to assume that these two were a gay couple given the description of the couples’ package I purchased. My boner continues to throb continue to stare at my wife’s light brown eyes and killer physique as I imagine all of the different kinds of fun we’re going to have once we get back to our place for the next two weeks.

I don’t know who these guys are, but I thank them for their service to letting us use their bodies (either voluntarily or not). As I bring my wife in for a big kiss, I can’t help but smile as I watch her radiant smile come across even through this new body she’s found herself in. Unwilling to wait any longer to begin our vacation, I grab my board and tell her to let’s surf as she grabs hers and follows me out to sea.

Our Australia trip had just started, but it’s already the most amazing trip we’ve ever been on. I can’t wait to make the most of our trip and have a way to find some happiness even in the most dire of situations. “Thank you Transformation Vacations!” I think to myself as I let my body’s muscle memory lead the way. With my wife in tow on her own board, we both shred this killer wave towards the shore before turning back out to do it all over again.

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Interpreting Your Desires

“Whoa, what the fuck” I groggly say as I turn on the bathroom light to go take a piss. When I look in the mirror, I’m no longer met with my dorky visage, but rather the stunning features of my roommate Jeremy. I quickly shuffle into Jeremy’s bedroom to find it completely empty. Looking for a phone, I quickly grab it off of his nightstand and pace back into the bathroom. I watch as it springs to life and immediately opens due to his FaceID. Unable to believe what’s going on, I pull up the camera and turn on the front camera as I stare at the shocked expression plastered across Jeremy’s flawless face. Still in awe about how I’m no longer Toby, my old self, I take a selfie and stare at Jeremy’s body. Still trying to get used to my new body, I flex my large biceps and look at the tattoos and just think about how buff and masculine I look. While staring at my puffed out pecs, I recognize the tiny crystal perfectly settled within the valley of these enormous muscles and try to think about how this all happened.

I first met Jeremy on campus when he utilized my tutoring services to help him pass his general requirements in freshman year. For years now, I’ve had a crush on him, but the attraction has only grown the closer we got. Somehow, we’ve become close friends; so much so that we’re now rooming together for our senior year. Unfortunately for me, Jeremy is painfully straight, which is always made abundantly clear based on the constant female moans I always hear echoing through the walls. When it came time for me to come out to him, Jeremy surprised me by telling me he knew and didn’t mind the fact that I was gay. In fact, he even offered to be my wingman on Friday nights when we would go bouncing between the local gay club and straight bars. He was an awesome guy, but I wanted more than just his friendship, I wanted companionship. Luckily for me, last night was Jeremy’s birthday, so I knew it was the perfect opportunity to try and make him mine. 

Due to my hopeless desire to be with him, I was willing to try anything, so I spent several weeks scouring the internet for weeks looking for various spells. Of course, nothing worked due to the fact that spells aren’t real, so I just continued searching for any glimmer of possibility of my fantasy being fulfilled. One late night, I eventually came across a website that was selling several enchanted items. Looking at the various possibilities, I found myself intensely drawn towards this two-piece crystal necklace set. When clicking the link, the website stated that when both the purchaser and the subject wear their corresponding necklace, their inner most desires will be fulfilled. Looking at the crystal charm on the necklace one more time, I decided to bite the bullet and send this random website my $59.99 + shipping just on the off-chance that my desires could actually come true.

“But bro, why am I Jeremy instead of him being my boyfriend…” I say out loud, quickly coming back to reality. Still not used to hearing his voice coming out of my mouth and also confused by my use of words like “bro”, my hands instinctively reach for my throat as my mind still gets confused trying to wrap my brain around it all. Curious about what happened to my body, I turn out of the bathroom and walk down the hallway, eventually finding myself outside my old room. Quickly knocking on the door, I wait until the door opens and I’m greeted to my old body. 

“Whoa, how am I staring at myself” my old body cries out, the understandable state of shock spreading across his face. “Uh bro, I kind of ordered a magical necklace that said it would fulfill our inner desires. I thought it was going to be a waste of time, but I guess it worked…” I quickly say, watching as my old face tries to register what I just said. “So, what was your desire then?” I hear him say in his now higher voice. “Uh, well, I really liked you and wanted to be closer to you.” Toby’s face goes blank as he understands the whole reason of the necklace present and finally connects the dots. Somewhat afraid of the power the necklace seemingly has, Toby quickly took off his necklace and threw it across the room in fear. Still curious about why we swapped bodies instead of him just becoming gay and finding me attractive, I quickly ponder “Well, what was your desire then?” 

His eyes quickly dart down as he tilts his head down in shame.

“Well, I kind of wished to be more like you. I always wished I was smarter like you and wasn’t such an idiot at school… I mean, I always felt so dumb next to you whenever you had to teach me about Psychology and math.” Toby says, which causes me to realize that his desire was what caused this. My obsession with Jeremy’s body and his desire to be smart like me just caused the necklaces to swap our bodies since that was the easiest fix. While thinking about our friendship, I struggle to remember any of my days as a tutor. In fact, thinking about tutoring only gives me memories of where I met Toby and he spent hours trying to teach me the simplest ideas. “Whoa, you really did take my intelligence bro.” I say, leaning against the doorway as I close my eyes and rub my head. I continue to try to force myself to think about my previous education. However, I struggle to pull up any information from the various classes I took in my old body. In fact, I stumble to even remember simple math problems as I think back to my high school days. When I begin to think about science and experiments, the only thing that comes to mind is various exercises and diet information such as portioning food and various diets to help me gain muscle.

Watching me in curiosity, Toby pulls his glasses down and stares as he heads over to his desk and pulls out his textbook. “Well, I suppose if I do have this newfound knowledge, I better take advantage of it!” He says as he grabs a notebook on the desk and begins working. “So like, you don’t want to swap back bro? What about your body?” I say, confused about how to proceed. His total acceptance of his situation has left me even more off-balance as I try to get adjusted to my new body. Toby turns to look at me before matter-of-factly saying “Well, I obviously loved my body since I spent so much time working on it. But, I do think it’s a no-brainer to sacrifice it to get all of this intelligence. Like, Jeremy, you had a full job lined up as Toby after graduating where you’d be making six figures. My old body had no aspirations other than working out and fucking nonstop.” He says with a light chuckle. I look at him in confusion as he smiles at me and asks “Are you happy with this?”

Thinking about his question, I begin to ponder if this is actually a blessing in disguise. I had no passion for that career Toby mentioned anyway, so I like the idea of having tons of possibilities in terms of what I can do after graduating. I mean, sure I’m a lot dumber and struggle in college, but at least it’s my senior year and I already helped Jeremy take the hard classes prior to the swap. So now, I can just cruise by with these last few classes and be free from the embarrassment of college learning. I start to smile as I imagine the possible paths my future can go now. I could become a personal trainer and help people get as buff as me, or I could even go harder with these gains and start professionally bodybuilding. “You know what, you’re right dude!” I say with a laugh. “This is fucking rad!” I continue as I start flexing my muscles and get turned on thinking about waking up as Jeremy every day. Toby looks up from his textbook and flashes a quick smile and says “Well, I’m glad it’s settled then”, before quickly diving back into his studies.

Ready to get out of this apartment and explore the town with my new body, I quickly turn around and head out of Toby's room and towards my new room. I scan the room and pick up the various clothes strewn across the floor. Standing out to me, I quickly grab a light blue tank top and some shorts along with my phone. I run down the hallway with ease as my muscular body suffers no strain from the fast jog. I’ve had to run down the hallway multiple times when I was running late for classes, and in my old body, I was constantly out of breath with just that short distance. While running past Toby’s room, I quickly scream out to him, “See you later Toby, I’m going out!” As I get into the living room and start putting on my sneakers, I watch as his door opens as he quickly peeks his head out. He quickly says “Alright, see you later” and slams the door. I laugh and think happily about how great he feels with his new body. I didn’t expect him to take it so well, but I’m glad it didn’t lead to tons of drama. I mean, personally, I wouldn’t want to be stuck studying smart shit in those various textbooks all day, but if that’s what makes him happy, I’m glad I could help somehow. Happily thinking about how nice it is to be freed from my intelligence in exchange for this body, I hop into my car and speed off. It’s impossible to keep my tight shorts from tenting as I drive and keep thinking about how many of those twinks will be throwing themselves at me once I get to the gay club. I quickly pull out my phone and download Grindr. I snap a few pictures of my swole muscles and post one onto the new account, eager to see how many messages I can receive once I reach my destination.

I suppose Toby was right, we truly did get what we’ve always desired...

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College is Transformative - Part I

It was a bright summer morning, but even though I’d only been outside for two hours at the most, my pale body was already baking in the August sun. My job for my college newspaper required me to travel through the football stadium and its parking lot with my camera to document the several forms of student engagement found during these big games. Given that I was a rather thin and reserved Engineering student who preferred playing video games than watching sports, I didn’t frequent these events too much, which made this experience feel even more foreign to me. Thinking back to how I was told about my assignment, I really begin to regret not putting up more of a fight to get someone else to take these pictures. But my classmate and the newspaper editor, Bridget, has too much power over me. “Matthew, I know that you’re not the sporty type, but I literally have no one else! This is a big game for the university, so it would be insane not to have any documentation of it. I promise I’ll make it up to you another time!” She pleaded, her sadness and dependency on me made it impossible to resist. I had an obvious crush on her, which made me like putty in her hands. Looking back with anger, I realize that she definitely took advantage of my crush given that she knew how much I hated sports.

Trying to make the most of such an early starting time, I used the first two hours prior to kickoff to get acquainted with the layout of the stadium and snap a few pictures of the various enthusiastic yet already-drunk patrons tailgating. I rolled my eyes at the various shirtless men covered in paint matching our school colors. “Yeah, this whole student pride aspect of this cover story is such bullshit” I thought to myself. “This is just an easy excuse for dumb jocks to show off their bulging bodies and get wasted with the various sorority girls wrapped tightly around their biceps…” I exhaled in annoyance and continued to travel across the hot pavement to take more photos.

After walking through a few rows and documenting the celebration, I finally came across some familiar faces in the form of some classmates. Although they were part of a fraternity, they were surprisingly nice to me, especially this dude named Tanner. We had taken a few classes together since he was also an Engineering major and he always seemed really cool. Although, I do think that he also kind of has some sort of crush on me given how he’s looked at me so intently at times. I don’t find guys attractive, but I will say that it was quite the confidence boost to think at least someone found me attractive. I walk up to them and introduce myself. “Hey there, I’m Matthew from the school paper. Do you mind if I take some pictures of your tailgate?”, I say, which caused Tanner to flash a smile towards me. “Sure thing man, but there’s one condition: you have to shotgun a beer with us.” I look at him with a look of discomfort, which he immediately sees. “Hey, it’s all good man. It’s just one beer, I promise you won’t get in trouble or anything. I’ll do one with you if that makes you feel better.” He says as he flashes his pearly white smile once again towards me. Suddenly feeling somewhat calmed, I shake my head in approval, which makes him hoot and holler in happiness.

Tanner turns away and reaches into a cooler to search for some cold beers while I take some photos of the other tailgaters in his area. Before long, he appears next to me with two ice cold beers. “You ready?” He asks. I nod in agreement as he continues speaking. “This beer is quite special, it’s a special frat recipe that I came up with actually”, he continues with a wink. After he says that, it’s clear that he’s trying to flirt with me in some kind of way. Before I can think about it much longer, he brings his beer up closer and I follow suit. He quickly whips out a pocket knife and pokes a hole in both cans. “Drink now!” he cries, which I quickly do as I chug down his homemade beer. I’m not an avid drinker, but there’s definitely something strange tasting about his beer. At first it seemed fine, but I began to notice some strange aftertaste the more I chugged. Looking over to Tanner, he finishes chugging his beer and turns to me and flashes a thumbs up. “You’ve got this man, you’ve got to drink it all!” I hear him yell as his cries of encouragement somehow manage to get me to completely down the entire can. I quickly finish and drop the can as I gasp for air. While I get reacquainted with the idea of breathing, Tanner quickly comes up to me and snaps a quick selfie on his phone. “Whew, that was… definitely something” I say, still a bit confused why I even agreed to do it. Tanner responds with “Hell yeah, it was awesome bro!” and hands me his phone, where I take a look at the photo.

While looking at the photo, I stifle a laugh at the sight of the photo. In it, I look completely out of place, as if I was somehow photoshopped into it. Standing next to Tanner, a blond 5’11” jock, was a tiny pale nerd, which made it look like I somehow accidentally stumbled into frame if it hadn’t been for the beer can up to my lips. Tanner is a blond fairly muscular dude with tanned skin. His blue eyes are the best part of his face, as they perfectly display his friendliness and approachability. But for some unknown reason, he almost always covers his eyes with various pairs of sunglasses, even while inside. However, that doesn’t stop people from approaching him, which only goes to be a testament to his innate sociability. 

On the flipside, my face screams incredibly average, as my widely spaced brown eyes and thin eyebrows only further display my pasty complexion. That would be the main focal point on my face if not for the huge bulbous nose that was crookedly bent time and time again from my various accidental injuries from school-enforced sports activities. Even my hair is a display of my plainness, as my dark brown hair lies flat and unable to be styled no matter how hard I try. Finally, instead of being shirtless like Tanner, I’m clothed in a grey shirt and some khaki shorts.

My focus on the photo is broken as I hear Tanner begin speaking once more. “You did great man! I didn’t expect you to chug that all the way through. If only you were a jock like me, we could do this all the time!” He said with a chuckle. I flashed a smile towards him and begin to speak. “Haha, yeah I’m sure we’d have some great times. If only that was possible!” I say, eager to just agree so I can get out of this conversation. As I talk to Tanner, I suddenly feel this incredibly radiating heat spread all over my body. Fearing that I was somehow getting dehydrated or some kind of heat stroke, I quickly ended the conversation. “Hey, I’m gonna keep walking around and head inside to take some pictures. It was great catching up though!” I say, before quickly walking away and deciding the best course of action would be to head inside the stadium to get some photos of the student section and possibly a drink of water.

I head up to the admission gate and show my journalism badge, where they quickly verify my identity and let me enter the packed stadium. Walking around, the place is in a state of complete pandemonium as drunk students bob and weave through the various lines in the concessions area. Trying to make the best of the situation, I laugh and start taking pictures displaying the students’ stupidity to showcase the “real” college experience like Bridget said she wanted.

As I’m taking my photos, I’m suddenly overcome with an intense pressure in my crotch. “Damn, that beer went through me fast” I think to myself, unsure how I could have suddenly digested that beer so fast given that I hadn’t drunk anything else this morning except for milk with my cereal. Deciding to try and ignore the sensation, I head up to the student section to start taking pictures of the various decorated students. However, this only lasts for a few minutes before the pressure exponentially grows to the point of heat radiating now solely from my crotch. I quickly run down the stairs and frantically search for a sign leading to a bathroom. Finally finding a sign pointing to a bathroom, I rush inside and slam the door shut.

Unable to hold my urine much longer, I run to the urinal and get my pants undone just in time to prevent me pissing my pants. I sigh in relief as I relieve myself and begin to look around the somehow deserted bathroom. “That’s weird, I would have expected the bathrooms to have long lines” I thought to myself as I continued looking until I turned to my left to face a wall-length mirror. “Oh hey, I didn’t see you there” I say, shocked at the pure size of that beast of a man. He was so big in fact, that I couldn’t even see myself in the mirror. Looking up and down and to the sides, I’m insanely confused by my inability to show up in the mirror even though I’m looking at it. “Hey man, could you move for a second?” I say, before clearing at my throat and putting my hand to my throat due to the random gritty tone my voice had. However, my confusion only grows as I watch the brutish jock of a man mouth the same words and do the same movements. My worry is further justified when I look intensely yet confused at the mirror once more and realize that he (or me?) is wearing the same clothes I was wearing...

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Scent Of An Alpha

Hello there everyone, I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season! This story was created specifically for @transformhim​ based on his requests for the Great Story Exchange of 2020. I hope you guys like the story and I hope it can give you some Christmas cheer in a not-so-cheerful time!

As I heard the knock of the door, I jumped up off the couch and rushed to the doorway. It was Christmas Eve and I had been waiting for weeks for my roommate’s present to show up. The present itself wasn’t something super expensive, but it something that I had heard my roommate Brian constantly talking about with his best friends for months now. Apparently, it was some sort of pheromone-infused cologne, which had given him the idea that along with his killer looks. The product itself promised that while using it, any user would find themselves completely irresistible to any woman they meet. I originally laughed at his interest in the product, since there was absolutely no way it would have worked. I had tried pheromone stuff as well to try and attract a guy, but it truly never worked and smelled awful. In fact, as a woman myself, Brian’s clamoring for a product to give him an edge with the ladies truly just made me less and less interested in him. Sure, Brian was definitely attractive, but the way he acted in public like a total douche truly made me despise him.

Brian and I had been best friends since elementary school as he was a sports star and I was always the head cheerleader for any sport he did. He had tried to make moves on me back in middle school, but I made it abundantly clear that he was not my type. However, Brian had no hard feelings and he began to treat me more like “one of the boys”, which surprisingly made me feel more comfortable instead of getting his wandering eyes anytime we chatted. We both got scholarships to the same school, so although I personally wasn’t a fan of the idea of living with a messy jock, it made economical sense to just get an apartment together and split the rent. Another plus to the situation is it saved us from having to deal with random creeps in a dorm.

Quickly opening the door, I grab the box from the delivery guy, sign for the package, and shut the door faster than the man could say a single word to me. After shutting the door and locking it behind me, I wedge the box between my arm and torso and head into the kitchen. Once near the counter, I quickly open the box and verify that it wasn’t damaged. “Insatiable: A Cologne to Bring Out Your Inner Alpha” was what I was greeted to once I ripped open the box. I laughed as I read it out loud, thinking about how stupid this item is. “Women don’t care about how you smell” I said, continuing to smile at the stupidity of this item. “They care about how you treat them and how compatible you are with each other” I continued with an eye roll and slight chuckle.

Continuing to make sure it wasn’t damaged, I opened the packaging and pulled out the rectangular glass bottle. Of course, to make sure that this product was clearly for men, it was a rigid and angular bottle. I continued to examine it and think about how it must smell. Curious about it, I decided to try it out and get a head start getting used to how bad the apartment is going to smell once Brian begins to wear it whenever he goes out on the town. I press down on the nozzle and I soon find that my curiosity has punished me as my nose was instantly hit with the scent of cedar trees and complete BO. Given how potent and strong it was, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the cologne company just rung out sweaty socks into a bottle and called it a day. I gagged and held my breath while I rapidly fanned my dainty manicured hand away from my face to get the foul odor spread elsewhere.

However, as I waved my hand, I noticed that these dark clouds of cologne were not dissipating and  moving away from me. In fact, it was moving in tandem with my shaking hands like it was glued to them somehow. Squinting to look through the cloud, I begin to feel a vibrating sensation as I watched my hands begin to bulge out. I couldn’t see clearly, but I could feel them growing wider and thicker through the heavy cloud. They were certainly no longer the well-manicured hands of a woman as I watched the red nail polish chip away until my nails were completely bare. Instead, they had grown larger and more callused as they took on the appearance of someone like my father, the definitely of a “working man”. I gasp upon closer inspection as I watched dark hair began to appear more and more prominently on my hands as well. The hair continued to spread up from my knuckles and up my hand as the cloud of smoke finally began to move along with it.

I cried out in shock as I watched the cloud suddenly begin to creep up each arm. My light toned arms began to bulk up as my forearms bulged out and my biceps grew larger and thicker than the lightly toned build that years of yoga had given me. Along with that, I watched as that dark hair continued to grow up my arms and my veins begin to appear more prominently along my forearms.

As the clouds moved up my now-thicker shoulders, they finally began to merge once more as the singular thicker cloud began to move down my torso. Confused and also afraid of what was about to happen, I quickly took off my shirt and bra as I ran into the mirror and watched the changes unfold. I gasped in shock as I began to feel a rough pull in my chest. Looking down, I watched as my once-prominent breasts quickly melted away. As they slowly receded, I watched as my wider nipples also began to shrink as well into smaller more masculine ones. After a moment, I waited before finally moving my hands towards them. As the cloud began to move down, I took the opportunity to look at my new chest. Upon inspection, I realized that it had slowly reformed into a set of fledgling yet still impressive pectorals. Lifting up my arms, I also began to look at the thick pelt of armpit hair now pushing out from my armpits. I tilt my head in and gingerly sniff them, gagging in disgust as I take in the new scent. As I smell it, I begin to recognize it as the potent smell of that cologne. The level of odor permeating from my pits makes it seem as if I had directly sprayed them with the nasty cologne, yet I know that I didn’t. Finally beginning to understand that this cologne is somehow turning me into a man, I groan as I start to think about just how naturally sweaty I’m about to become. My mind immediately thinks about any future workouts I’m going to have and I mentally begin to grasp the idea of having to lather on several layers of deodorant just to stay ahead of my sweaty pits. However, my wandering thoughts about my armpits quickly disappears as I watch the cloud move farther down my body. As it gets closer to my waist, I begin to fear for the upcoming changes to my sexual anatomy.

As my mind continued to grapple with the concept of having a dick, the cloud wasted no time as it continued moving down my body. A slight outward tug along the sides of my torso informed me that my once-hourglass figure was melting away as a new masculine form emerged. A searing pain on the side of my body also causes me to turn and investigate the source with the mirror. I gasp in shock as I look at the new tattoos that have just suddenly appeared on the side of my body. What once used to be a simple toned stomach now had changed as well. My stomach rolled in discomfort as the cloud continued to change my body. With each stomach rumble, I watched as abdominal muscles suddenly formed into existence one-by-one until I had a complete set of abs. I let out a little chuckle as I watched a V (which Brian had told me was the male equivalent of a female’s thigh gap) suddenly emerge on my lower torso as the cloud now firmly stopped around my crotch.

Both curious and scared at the events about to unfold, I dropped my shorts and underwear as I stared at my vagina for the last time. Within no time, I feel an inner tugging emerge from within my vaginal cavity. The tugging lasts for several moments as I watch a tiny nub of a cock head suddenly pop out of my tight slit. This tugging continues, but without any added pain, as the head continues to push forward and bring with it the shaft of my new cock. Inch-by-inch, I watch as it births itself from my anatomy until a thick 5-inch soft cock now slumps downward from my still partially female anatomy. Suddenly, I feel myself go light-headed as I feel a deep tug continue downward. Looking down, I watch as a ball sac slowly slides out of my shrinking slit. I grunt in a bit of discomfort as I feel my two testes push through the smaller slit and drop into my new ball sac. Now finished forming, my male anatomy becomes permanent as I feel my slit permanently close and disappear from existence.

Still a bit afraid of my new cock, I decide against touching it for the time being as the cloud continues down my legs. My curvy yet dainty legs slowly begin to change as well. I watch as the curves begin to fade as more angular muscles over-take and turn them into heavily muscular legs. My eyes continue to stare as the black hair returns and runs down my legs. My thighs, now muscular and incredibly hairy, are a far cry from the curvy yet firm feminine set I had less than 10 minutes prior. My calves bulge out as the muscles of a frequent runner emerge and grow incredibly hairy. Finally, I watch as the cloud reaches my feet as I can feel them grow more masculine. An obvious change occurs as I feel my feet grow a few inches, firmly making it so I can never fit into even my old tennis shoes anymore.

Quickly done with the feet, I watch in shock as the cloud rapidly slides up my body once more and now looks me directly into the face. I gasp and try to hold my breath as I watch it move towards me and engulf the last remnants of my old life. The tingle begins to radiate as I feel my hair begin to pull into my scalp. As I watch it move up my head, I stare at the darkening color begin to emerge from the tips and move up, consuming the bright blonde hair I once had. A baseball cap suddenly materializes and wraps around my head, completely covering my new hair. With no other distractions for me to look at, I’m left to stare helplessly as my eyebrows grow thicker and more prominent and my nose goes from dainty to wider and more angular. My lips grow more masculine as well as my lipstick fades away and my upper lip begins to lose its feminine shape. I continue to hold my breath, but I can tell soon that my attempts to not breath in the fumes will soon be futile if the changes last much longer. I move my hands towards my face and feel as facial hair begins to grow in. My chin grows less curved as a more angular shape emerges, completing my complete physical transformation into a man. Unable to hold my breath any longer, I’m forced to gasp for air and as a result, inhale a large puff of the thick cloud. As I breath it in, I begin to feel incredibly dizzy in my head. Trying to remain sane, I try to think about my old life and remind myself that I’m not a man and I used to be a woman 10 minutes prior. However, as I desperately try to search for any memories of my female life, I find myself drawing a blank. My confusion doesn’t last for long as memories begin to suddenly emerge to my consciousness. Thinking about them, I begin to remember my life and history of playing sports with my bro Brian. I begin to think about growing up, my first kiss with Cindy Wallace in 2nd grade, going on my first date when I was younger. Sleepovers I used to have at Brian’s house after our games also begin to appear in my head as I start to finally calm down. Unknown to me, each prominent memory changes to make me believe that I’ve always been a male. Instead of the name Natalie, the name Nate begins to come to mind anytime I think about myself and who I am. I try to fight it, but the calmness that these new memories provide doesn’t make me put up much of a fight as they overtake me and make me accept this new persona. As the changes begin to finalize, I grow lightheaded and my eyes suddenly close as I fall out of consciousness.

My eyes suddenly open and I feel as if I’m a brand new man. I stare at myself in the mirror and think about how hot I am. Unable to stop myself from my narcissistic self-image, I slide my hand into the pocket of my athletic shorts and pull out my cell phone. Quickly opening the camera, I take several pictures and quickly send them to some girls on Snapchat. I flex in the mirror as I think about how hot I truly am. My thoughts are interrupted as I begin to get constant dings as my eager classmates clamor to screenshot the photos and message me begging to take them out and give them a good time. I laugh thinking about it, it’s so amazing to be so irresistible. It’s especially funny thinking about how eager they are to get with me, even if it’s just for a quick fuck.

These thoughts are interrupted as a loud alarm begins to go off on my phone. I quickly turn it off and gasp as I look at the clock. Pissed at myself about being late, I scold myself and quickly throw on a pair of athletic sweatpants and a Nike shirt before heading out of the door. It’s Christmas Eve here, and me and my bro Brian were going to go bar-hopping to see if we can get each other some hookups and give ourselves a little Christmas cheer before we go work out tomorrow while the gyms are empty.

I’d ask for you to wish us luck, but I’m sure we’ll have no problem getting lucky…

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