Gaining Respect

Gaining Respect

“Yeah, I couldn’t believe it. They passed over me to give the position to some goddamn freshman!” Andrew groaned, unable to believe the treachery that he just experienced. Andrew was a hardworking junior in college, managing an intense science-oriented degree while being one of the starters on his college basketball team. For years, he had worked hard and led the team to victory every season, so it seemed like a no-brainer to him that he was the only option to be chosen for team captain this upcoming season. However, his coaches disagreed, giving the position to a brand new freshman who the school had been trying to recruit for months. Andrew could admit that heard amazing things about the underclassmen, but that didn’t mean that the decision was any less of a blow to his self-worth. It wasn’t a surprising decision, but it was most definitely infuriating one for the young man. Now an upperclassmen, there was a sense of urgency for Andrew to gain a leadership role, especially now that he just lost one of his two remaining chances. It especially stung to see one of his younger teammates take the position right out of his hands because every other year, the coaches would give the position to one of the remaining upperclassmen. He felt robbed and cheated out of something he had worked so hard for. So, it was understandable why he contacted his father and began to rant about his unbelievable situation.

On the other end of the phone line, his father Richard couldn’t help but feel bad for his only child. Andrew worked incredibly hard for both his classes and his athletics and it always pained Richard to see his son being passed up for exciting opportunities. The same thing happened to him back in high school as well, where Andrew was removed from his high school’s class cabinet because of him having to split time between basketball and his extracurriculars like Science Olympiad. It wasn’t Andrew’s fault that he was so gifted in so many fields, so why must he be punished for that? “I know son, that’s complete bullshit. I’m so sorry that happened to you” Richard said, unsure of what else to say to conceal his anger. 

“I just… I wish I could get respect from others about all of the things that I do. I work hard and I hate constantly being passed up. I wish I could just stand up for myself and demand what I rightfully earned!” Andrew continued, his voice turning into a slight whimper as he began to grow emotional. He wiped away the few tears that flowed down his cheeks, allowing a moment of silence where the only thing he could hear was the sound of his father’s breathing. He desperately needed his dad to give him some form of advice so he could feel better and know how to fix his problem.

However, for Richard, he had no idea what to say. Despite recognizing and sympathizing for Andrew’s troubles, Richard couldn’t relate to his son. In his life, Richard was quite outspoken and constantly made his thoughts and ideas known. After losing the opportunity to go to college to play ball by getting Andrew’s mother pregnant, Richard was determined to no longer waste any opportunities in his life. When he began to work any shitty job to support his growing family, he was determined to make it anyway he could. That determination and innate confidence paid off, as his co-workers began to respect him and turn to him for advice in every aspect of life beyond just work-related issues. 

As a result, it was no surprise that Richard found himself quickly rising up the ranks of a construction company until he was the lead foreman. This timing worked out well, especially as Richard began to lose a secondary source of income due to his wife’s untimely passing. However, his job was able to allow him to continue to support him and his son and even assist the man in saving up for his son’s college tuition. Respect is usually something earned, but for Richard, it was a basic necessity for him to survive. It was unfortunate that his son was dealing with these issues, but a little voice inside of him felt sort of optimistic about the potential ramifications of his problems. He hoped that Andrew would finally get a fire under his ass to stick up for himself and demand the respect he believed he deserved. It worked for Richard, so he was sure that it could work for his son as well.

Returning back to the call, Richard finally formulated a response for his emotional son. “I wish you could gain the respect that I know you rightfully deserve. I wish that you could have the same kind of respect I have from the guys at work. You rightfully deserve it, you’re such a great kid. Ever since you’ve been little, you’ve been a hard worker who was up for any challenge and faced it without any fear in your eyes. It’s a shame that the rest of the world can’t recognize that. As a parent, I’d do anything to fix that for you” Richard said, staying cool and collected but feeling rather emotional for his son. 

For the next several minutes, Richard began to ask his son about his classes. He had hoped that changing the subject could cheer him up, but he could still hear the sadness in the tone of Andrew’s voice. With nothing but awkward silence between them, Andrew began to end the call, informing his dad that he wanted to come home. Richard was quite happy to hear this, so they made plans for his child to arrive home late that night to spend the weekend. Although the university was only an hour away, it was hard for either of them to really meet up given their busy schedules. So, the opportunity to be with his son once more was incredibly exciting to the widowed father. 

Unknown to either Richard or Andrew, there was some mysterious force that was also listening in on their call. It sympathized with the young man’s pleas and his father’s attempts to cheer him up. As it listened in and understood the situation, it began to formulate the perfect plan to remedy the young man’s problems. The older man fell asleep before his son arrived, so he never got the chance to say hello. The underappreciated athlete wasn’t too upset about this fact however due to his drowsy state. The combination of practice and the late-night drive left him entirely worn out and desperate for sleep. So, by the time Andrew got into his room and undressed, his body cried out for sleep. As soon as he undressed and his face fell into his pillow, it was lights out. While they slept, they were blissfully unaware of the shock that they would both experience the next morning…

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When the blaring noise of alarm rang out into his bedroom, Andrew groaned as he was immediately brought out of his slumber. As his head remained buried into the pillow, Andrew’s arm recklessly searched his end-table for his phone to no avail. Instead, his fingers grazed along a real alarm clock, something he had never used in his life. He could feel the noise ringing out of the tiny rectangular alarm clock, so he banged his fist against it, desperate for the ringing to stop. As the alarm quickly ended, he began to wonder why there was a random alarm clock getting him up so early. 

His limbs cracked and popped as he stretched, his voice letting out a deep husky growl-like groan. Turning around, he was annoyed by the direct sunlight entering his room. “Why did he leave the goddamn curtains open!” Andrew angrily stated, causing him to cough as he heard the deep grit coming from his throat. “God, my throat is so dry” Andrew thought as he continued to cough but failed to remedy the deep tone coming from his vocal cords.

Upon looking around the room, he began to realize that he was not in his old bedroom… he was in his father’s room instead. His walls weren’t adorned with the sports posters he had plastered onto them, but instead he only saw photo displays that showed images of his younger self with his parents.  It wasn’t until he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes that he began to recognize that something was wrong. The watch adorned across his thick and hairy forearm was not something he ever wore. In fact, it kind of looked like his dad’s watch. As he looked at his arms, he also noticed how similar his hands looked to his father’s, with Andrew noticing the various calluses from his hard-working job in construction. Unsure what was going on, he grumbled to himself and sat up and began to walk into the bathroom attached to the bedroom. 

Shutting the door behind him, his face went white as he stared at his father’s almost naked body being reflected back to him.  “Holy shit!” Andrew cried out, staring with wide eyes as he watched his father mouth the words back to him and the same shocked expression spread across his face. He ran his hands around his chest, his awestruck face remaining as his meaty hands passed through the salt and peppered hair. He groaned in a weird sense of pleasure as his hands ran across the cold nipple piercings that his father had. He remembered the story of how his father got them after a drunken bet between him and his co-workers during some sports game. A deal was a deal, so Richard never took them out, instead wearing them as some sort of badge of honor.

Moving his hands further south, Andrew ran his wide hands down his torso as his hands swayed like a wave as they passed over each bump of abdominal that he had. Despite his shock, he couldn’t deny the fact that this was a well-maintained body. His father retained his musculature from his short-lived athletic career, even building upon it through the hard labor of his various construction jobs over the years. As his hands began to venture towards his father’s crown jewels, he decided against exploring them for the time being. It was quite strange to explore your father’s junk, so his hands moved right past the forbidden area and towards his thick thighs in a quick detour. He stared into the mirror and turned his legs, attempting to see his new body through every possible angle. He couldn’t deny the slight pleasure he felt as he saw the muscles in his legs flex and only further widen his thick thighs. Upon turning around, he couldn’t deny that his father had quite the perky ass as well, just further proof of how well Richard had taken care of his body throughout his 46 years. 

With his hands done exploring his lower half for the time being, his hands moved towards his arms. Looking into the mirror, he was impressed at the thick biceps he now possessed. Even without flexing, his biceps were prominent as they forced his arms to press out from his body to compensate for the softball-sized muscles he now sported. Curious, he lifted his arm up and flexed, chuckling in amazement as he stared at the sight before him. He didn’t understand why or how this had happened, but he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying himself. His original body was quite impressive as well, but something about being in the intimidating, mature, and buff body of his father was just unbelievable. As such, it was no shock when he dropped his arm and let a smirk spread across his face when his eyes focused in on the tight sensation that was beginning to emerge from within his underwear. He turned out of the bedroom and began to head back into the bedroom, eager to explore the last bit of his new body and take care of the throbbing member that was begging for release from its fabric prison... 

As Richard slowly awoke from his slumber, he was surprised to find that he woke up before his daily alarm jolted him awake. He tended to wake up early and start his weekends with a workout, but as he laid in bed, he couldn’t deny that the extra sleep time was welcomed. It had been a hard week at work and he was eager to destress, especially with his son visiting the house again. 

Turning around and letting the sunlight hit his face, he stretched and smiled as he was prepared to go out and start making breakfast for his son. He brushed his hair out of his eyes as he leaned up. “Wait, my hair?” Richard asked, curious as to why he suddenly had hair in his face despite his receding hairline. Upon hearing himself speak, he also began to wonder why his voice sounded so different. He rubbed his eyes and looked down as he pulled back the sheets, where he was met by a surprise. As his eyes focused on his torso, he grew surprised at seeing that his body was lacking all of the body hair that he was used to seeing. On top of that, his skin looked less weathered and his skin was much paler, as if he wasn’t in direct contact with the sun every day like he was at his job. “What… the fuck?” Richard gasped, looking down and seeing the equally youthful hands he now possessed. Looking around, he realized that he was in Andrew’s bedroom. Richard began to figure out what was going on. Had he sleepwalked again? He hadn’t done it in years but could the excitement of seeing his son once more have revived his old habit? But, as he sat up out of bed and saw the youthful limbs and torso in his view, he knew that this wasn’t the case. He had a hunch as to what happened, but as he approached the mirror affixed to one of the bedroom walls, it confirmed what he had assumed. He was no longer in his body, the sight reflected back at him showed him only the youthful body and face of his son Andrew. “Jesus fuck!” Richard gasped, staring with intrigue as he watched his son’s face contort into the same shocked expression. 

Looking in the mirror, he stared at his son’s shirtless body and tried to comprehend what was happening to him. He touched his chest, feeling his modest pectorals and feeling around with intrigue as he no longer felt the sensation of cold metal from the piercings he had in his nipples. Andrew’s body reminded him of the body he used to possess back in high school, although Andrew had a lot more definition to him from the years of college athletics. He flexed in the mirror, smiling as he saw his son’s decent set of biceps. Despite knowing that they paled in comparison to the ones on his real body, Richard was fairly proud of just how buff his son was. He couldn’t help but curiously run his hands through his starting bit of chest hair and chuckle as he sees the beginner treasure trail that was creeping up his son’s torso. It seemed that genetics hadn’t gifted Andrew with the heavy body hair gene that Richard and his father had dealt with in their lives. By the time Richard was Andrew’s age, he had a full set of body hair and it was no problem to grow a beard in a few day’s time. 

Despite that, he couldn’t deny that Andrew was quite well-sculpted. Upon seeing his son’s body, he grew more and more angered at the fact that his son was passed over for the captain position on the team. He looked great and his body was a testament to his commitment to the team and their mission of success.

Before he could stare at his body any more, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Curious, he headed over and opened it. Face-to-face, he was greeted to his old body flashing a wide smile. “Hey there, I made some breakfast, I figured you’d be hungry” his old body said, which caused a weird realization to pass through Richard’s mind. Did Andrew somehow manifest this? Why is he so calm and collected about the changes? If Richard had gone from a 20 year old to a 46 year old overnight, he figured he’d be a bit more frantic at his loss of many years. “Andrew, what’s going on?” Richard asked, his hand moving towards his throat as he still was alarmed when he heard his son’s voice coming from his mouth. “I’m not too sure. I suppose we can try to figure that over breakfast. Let’s go before the food gets cold” Andrew stated as he turned and walked down the hallway with haste. Despite his reservations and desires to figure out what was going on, Richard felt weirdly compelled to follow his son’s orders. So, after throwing on a t-shirt, he headed down the hallway and met his son-turned-father in the kitchen to try and figure out what was going on.

“So, you went to bed and woke up in my body?” Richard asked, watching as his son wolfed down the various eggs, bacon, and pancakes he had cooked for the duo. “Yeah, I was completely worn out when I got home after the drive, so I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.” the now-older man stated matter-of-factly. “And, you’re not alarmed about that?” Richard asked, still confused as to why his son was so calm. “I mean, sure, I’m unsure what’s going on and that’s a bit worrisome. But, I figured that I can’t find a solution on an empty stomach, so I’d rather focus on that afterwards.” the older man continued, shoveling the various breakfast foods into his mouth. “Gosh dad, I didn’t realize how hungry you can get. I’ve never felt so starving!” he said in between chews. “Uh yeah, that’s what happens when you have an older metabolism kiddo. But you’ve got to learn to satisfy that appetite so you don’t blow up and lose any of the muscles you’ve gained over the years. It’s a struggle, but as you can see, it’s clearly possible” Richard responded, feeling a weird vibe as he’s giving his son advice about how to live with his body. He still had no desire to eat, so he just passed his already prepared plate to his son-turned-father and allowed him to finish the contents. 

In no time, Andrew was finally full, which was showcased by the hearty belch that escaped from his lips. He chuckled and ran his hands across his hairy torso, feeling quite good at his new body. Despite his mournful thoughts directed towards the loss of his youth, he couldn’t deny that this wasn’t necessarily all bad. With his dad’s intimidating body, he could finally have the level of respect that he had always wanted. The thought of himself directing men in his father’s crew was quite erotic to imagine, so it was no surprise as he felt his dick once again firming. Despite his older age, he was impressed by his father’s continued vitality. He kept his body in great shape and as evidenced by his exploration under his underwear, Andrew was shocked at his dad’s sexual vitality as well. 

“Well, I suppose I better get these dishes washed up. You should go work out, maybe you could be as buff as me one day” Andrew said with a chuckle as he sat up from the table and began collecting the various plates. But by the look on his old face, it was clear to Andrew that Richard didn’t enjoy his joke. “Dad, lighten up a bit. Until we figure out how to fix this, we might as well begin to adapt to our new roles. In fact, I think that we should start referring to each other as our bodies’ real names. I think it could be quite fun for the both of us!” Andrew said as he placed the dishes in the sink and prepared to watch them.

Richard could only sit there and stare in shock at just how well-adjusted his son had become. To Andrew, it seemed as if he had always been in his father’s body, which only alarmed the real Richard further. Despite his general apprehension and worry, he began to feel a weird sense of calmness overtake his mind. If his son was calm and collected, he might as well try to be the same. His son said he was wanting to fix this, so it wasn’t as if his son was going to keep his body and leave him trapped in this younger body. He began to sit there at the table and imagine what he could do with his newfound youth. He hadn’t been physical with anyone since his wife died, so he thought about the possibilities of being younger and the several girls that would be more than willing to interact with his new body.

Before he could continue daydreaming, he watched as his “father “ turned his head to look at him. “Did you hear what I said Drew? Go and do your workout kiddo” he said, before turning his back and resuming scrubbing the dishes. Despite his apprehension, he felt compelled to listen to what his son said. That innate composure his son now had was a big relief to the real Richard, so he complied with his “father’s” request and headed out of the kitchen. He headed back into Andrew’s bedroom and grabbed a pair of headphones and his phone. Walking into the gym room, “Andrew” couldn’t help but feel that a world of opportunities were laid out before him. No longer did he want to do his normal workout routine, it wouldn’t be appropriate for his new body. His new body had new areas that needed improvement different from his old body, so he had to adapt to best grow muscle for his new form. He couldn’t help but feel slightly turned on by the possibilities of growing more and more buff until he had muscles that rivaled his old ones. “Maybe being younger won’t be as bad as I thought…” Richard said as he began to think about it some more. With this new body, he could achieve more than his older body ever could. He wanted to be bigger and better than his “father”. “Andrew” began his workout with a smile on his face, turning on some classic 70s and 80s music to help get him in the zone like he usually did. 

However, after a few minutes of listening to the music, he felt a weird disconnect to the music. No longer did he have any real relation to it, so he quickly flipped stations to a 2010s playlist and began to vibe out as he grew more and more invested in his workout. It was unknown to either man, but the longer they were in their new bodies, the more they began to adapt to their new bodies. Aspects of their original personality and the personality belonging to their new body began to mix into an interesting melange. As a result, a little bit of vanity began to emerge for the newly youthened man, as he stared at himself in the mirror while watching his impressive body workout on each piece of equipment over the course of two hours. Despite the voice in the back of his head telling him he should try to gain his old body back, he couldn’t be bothered to give up something so great. In fact, the more he heard the voices in the back of his head, the more annoyed he got. Why would he want to have his dad’s body anyway? Despite his dad’s muscles, he had no desire to lose all of the youthful years in front of him. By the time he was doing his final set, “Andrew” had completely adapted to his new personality. Memories of Richard’s hard upbringing had become replaced with the memories of Andrew’s lax childhood. The loss he felt for his wife began to change to him missing his mother and wishing she was still around to see him succeed in college. With the mental changes now completed, Andrew dried his sweat-covered face with a hand towel. Richard’s real confidence that bordered on cockiness began to emerge on Andrew as he slyly lifted up his shirt, unlocked his phone, and began snapping some photos that showed off his physique. 

For the new Richard and Andrew, the rest of the weekend went by as if nothing had changed. They both further adapted their new bodies and personalities, with the new Richard also gaining the appropriate mannerisms and the appropriate older phrases that once confused his younger self. Feeling a weird sense of competitiveness, the new Andrew began to take his workouts to the next level. A deep desire to outmuscle his father grew more and more prominent in the back of his mind. Much like his newfound competitiveness, a new sense of confidence also began to emerge for Andrew, This was surely a remnant of Richard’s original personality prior to the switch, but Andrew only viewed it as a new aspect of his personality forming after the encouraging phone call he had with his father the day prior. 

Speaking of the new Richard, the now-older man slowly underwent his own series of changes. As he washed his dishes and went about his day as a 46 year old, he slowly gained the appropriate knowledge to care for his son, pay bills, and manage life in general. Given his now-forgotten life as an overlooked college student, there was a sudden realization for the older man about just how much he loved the respect he garnered. Watching his men do anything he ordered, he couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. He loved his job as it gave him the ability to be recognized for his talents, something that his old personality was quite happy about. By following his rules, him and his crew were able to finish things in record time without utilizing any dangerous shortcuts. In fact, there were rumors abuzz about the partners for the construction company going into talks about Richard gaining another upper-level promotion in a few months.

Despite never having the chance to experience it for himself, the new Andrew had adapted well to the college lifestyle. Upon leaving his father’s place at the end of the weekend and moving back into his dorm, there was a new determinedness in the young man’s eyes. As he headed into basketball practice the next week, Andrew let his frustration become clear to his coaches as he watched that pesky freshman lead his team to their first series of losses in years. With the remnant of Richard’s confidence transferring into his new body, Andrew went up to his coaches and demanded a chance to prove himself as captain. By using the team’s recent losses as evidence, he was able to convince them to remove the freshman from the position and allow him to take on that roll by himself.

Later that night, Andrew called his father to discuss the new change. As his son told him about his ballsy move, Richard couldn’t help but feel proud of his son. It was about time that he stood up for himself and he loved that it was a success for his child. On the other end of the line, Andrew was also happy about the news as well. Thinking about it, he couldn’t help but thank his father for teaching him about gaining the respect you deserve. 

Given that they had no memory of their swap, it was quite interesting to see how different they both reacted to the news. Despite Richard being happy for his son, he couldn’t help but feel jealous about just how many possibilities his son had. Of course, it was always a great thing to have a child do better than their parents, but he couldn’t help but mourn for his loss of youth to have his son. He couldn’t help but wonder how life had been different if he had a chance to do it again. He did have a point however... As showcased in the swap that the original Andrew experienced, respect can be earned, but youth is unable to be gained back once it’s lost.

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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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Helping Out A Friend: Part I

My eyes snapped open as the alarm clock began screaming in the early hours of the morning. I sat up and looked around, my body tensing up as I recognized the bedroom before me belonging to Antonio rather than my own. Taking a moment to calm down, I reminded myself of my situation and why I was sleeping in just my underwear in my best friend’s bedroom. As I fully remembered the reasons behind such a predicament, I finally relaxed and sprang up from bed to start getting ready for my day.

2021 has already started off with a rocky start, but it’s been even stranger for myself specifically. The second semester of my sophomore year of college was about to begin and I was looking forward to the classes I had signed up for. I had found great passion in my major, but the only reason why I remained in college anymore was due to my best friend Antonio. His friendship was super important to me and despite our different backgrounds and interests, we became fast friends that soon became best friends throughout the years. It was especially strange given how he was a good two years older than me, but it seemed that a tight-knit neighborhood was actually beneficial for once as my family was neighbors with his family and we ended up having to hang out through multiple playdates as young children. Being a shy anxious kid, I was extremely thankful for Antonio as he got revenge on any bullies that messed with me and also helped me grow a decent social circle for myself. 

Once Antonio left for college, I was obviously depressed, but I was determined to not lose the friendship that we had been growing for so many years. You couldn’t even imagine how excited we both were when I found out that I had gotten a full-ride academic scholarship to attend the same university as him. Luckily, the university also had a great program for my major of choice, so it was a definite no-brainer and an immediate acceptance. After a few months, I was off to spend more time with my best friend once again.

However, I was disappointed to find that we didn’t have much time for each other once I settled into college. Antonio was getting busy as he found himself part of a fraternity and taking much more advanced classes as he progressed through his major. While for myself, I was taking the maximum amount of credits in hopes of graduating with a double major in four years along with taking up a part-time tutoring position at the college to make some extra cash. We were able to hang out every couple weekends or so, but I longed to be closer to Antonio than how we were now.

So, you could understand my surprise when Antonio called me on a Saturday afternoon to see if he could come over and talk to me about something. As he headed over to my apartment, I couldn’t help but grow nervous trying to figure out what he was coming over to say. Was he going to say he can’t hang with me anymore because of how I didn’t fit in with his new clique? Was he going to come forward and announce some sort of crush he had on me? Before my mind could spiral any further, I heard him knocking on the door and immediately opened the door before he could finish his second knock. As he walked around, he nervously paced around before finally looking into my face and asking “Hey man, I have a question for you. Would you be willing to do something strange but super important for me?”

Unsure where he was going with this, I nervously chuckled and responded with a simple “Of course man, I’d do anything for you!” “Oof, you sound like such a needy dweeb” I thought as I scolded myself for my clingy behavior. However, his nervous frown turned into a wide smile as he felt the confidence to finally ask his question…

“Would you be willing to swap bodies with me this semester?”

At first, I thought I had gone crazy, so I immediately asked for clarification from him. But after hearing him repeat himself without a stutter, I knew I wasn’t imagining it. Antonio could clearly see my look of confusion and shock, so he led me towards the couch. As we both sat down, he began to tell me about why he needed me to do this. Given that it was his final semester of college, he was extremely stressed about somehow failing due to the nature of online learning and Zoom calls. However, he knew I was the best person to ask given my tutoring position and how close of friends we are, so he thought that I would be able to help him the best.

To try and butter me up, he stated that he could make it so the swap was beneficial to the both of us. He then began to talk about how if he could facilitate the swap with me, he’d help me with anything I wanted as well. Giving an example, he talked about how he could use the swap to help me finally break the ice with this guy, Bruno, that I’ve been pining for since freshman year. While Antonio was naturally suave and a smooth-talker with both girls and guys, I constantly tripped over my words and struggled to form a full sentence whenever I was interacting with any man that I found even SOMEWHAT attractive. Letting my heart make decisions rather than my head, I immediately agreed to the deal before even needing to learn more.

It wasn’t a hard decision to accept his offer, especially given how much I crushed on Antonio for the first few years of our friendship. While he was a brooding beefy badass, I was an absolute dweeb who avoided sunlight like I was Count Dracula himself. If I wasn’t working on classes or tutoring people, I would have just permanently sealed myself into my apartment and played video games with all of my online friends. It wasn’t even that I found myself “unattractive” either. I was just a normal guy trying to appear more older and mature by growing some form of facial hair. I just felt like I was universally average in every way, which wasn’t helped by the majority of the interests I had. It’s hard to convince a guy to take a chance and go on a date with you when your version of small talk was talking about scientific journals and all of my favorite RPG games.

Nodding and flashing a smile of glee, he reached inside his pocket and brought this random device out to show me. As he began to describe it to me, I just stared at the device and thought about how it looked like a simple universal remote. The only difference from a universal remote was that it had a screen on it that showed text as Antonio turned dials to showcase the gold-colored device.

I wasn’t the smartest person when it came to science, which was why I decided to get degrees in both Psychology and English, so most of the information he told me about the information of the device went in one ear and out of the other. For the most part, it seemed like the device was something he bought off the internet on some strange website. With this device, he was able to switch people’s bodies and it was also able to modify each other’s personalities as well where he’d be able to give me his major knowledge and I’d give him mine so we could easily do these upcoming classes without any problems. After talking about it a bit longer, we then finalized the details of how we’d swap for the entire semester until the weekend of the graduation, which is where we would swap back so Antonio could experience that with his family. After ironing out the rules of the swap, we both then set some ground rules for what would be allowed for us in each other’s bodies. Antonio told me I had free reign in his body, as he wouldn’t be upset if I got drunk in his body and partied, hooked up with people on campus, etc given that he was fairly used to that anyway. I on the other hand was much more restrictive and nervous about the swap, telling him that he wouldn’t be allowed to have sex given the fact that my body was still a virgin. Also, my nerves about addiction and drug use made me add a last-minute demand that he couldn’t do any drugs in my body. 

Once Antonio and I both agreed to our ground rules, we shaked on it as Antonio asked if we could swap now. At first I was a bit apprehensive, given that it was all so sudden and I was afraid of jumping into a new body. But, as I stared at the smile of my best friend and thought about how this could help bring us closer together again, I ultimately agreed to his question. As Antonio began to tinker with the device to initiate the swap, I hopped on my feet for a bit as I shook out my limbs and tried to prepare myself for the transformation. I neglected to listen about whether the process would be painless or agonizing, so I shuttered and began to expect the worst as he began to count down. As soon as the countdown ended and he pressed the button, I gasped in pain as I felt my eyes become blinded in a bright flash of light that felt as if a large spotlight was aimed directly at my retinas. 

When I opened my eyes, I came face to face with… my old body.

It was unbelievable, standing right in front of me was my own body with a look of crazy shock plastered all over its face. It was so strange watching my body from an outsider’s perspective, looking around and understanding that the swap was actually successful. “Whoa man, this is… so strange” my body said, as Antonio brought my hands up to touch his new face.

“I’m… actually Curtis now!” he cried out as he suddenly flashed a smile and began to look down at his now thinner arms and whiter complexion. It was eerie to hear my own voice talking to me, but it was also fairly funny thinking about how the big buff Antonio was somehow the one now in control of my nerdy body. Although, as I stared at him, he seemed to embrace his newfound nerdiness as he jokingly played with my glasses as he rapidly took them on and off. It was hilarious to see his face go from joy to shock as he began to realize just how terrible his vision now was. “Jesus dude, you’re blind as a bat” he groaned as he put his hand up to his forehead to prepare for the migraine he was beginning to cause for himself. That dorkish charm he had embraced did not fade however, as he placed the glasses on the tip of his nose and pushed them up the bridge until they were snuggly wrapped around his face again. Once they reached the top, he flashed his dorkiest smile and gave me a nerdy thumbs up. 

As I watched all of this unfold and saw his sudden embrace of his new form, I was in a serious state of shock and awe. I didn’t really expect this plan of his to work, but given the fact that I’m now staring at myself, it’s clear that his plans came to fruition. As I stared at “Curtis”, I looked down and saw my much tanner hands, with one hand tightly gripping the small remote. Afraid of losing it somehow, I immediately placed it into the pocket of my shorts and looked back up. While continuing to see “Curtis” mess around with his body, it fully dawned on me that I was now in Antonio’s body as well. Now curious to see myself fully and take a closer look, I headed towards my bathroom. With each passing step, I began to mentally prepare myself for the shock I’d feel when I see Antonio’s face reflected back at me. As I walked, I took a glance back into the living room and chuckled to myself as I watched “Curtis”. He didn’t even notice my departure as I saw him begin checking his new body out in the mirror next to my front door as he quickly got used to his now much shorter and smaller body.

As I flicked on the light switch and locked the door behind me, I found that no amount of mental preparation was enough to save myself from the shock I felt as I saw my new reality. Not only was it strange finding myself in my best friend’s body, it was even stranger to just see how bulky and buff I now was. I couldn’t help but think about how hot it was to think about the fact that I was now in my best friend’s body. As I began to get more into my new situation, I started ogling my body as I ran my thicker hands around my even thicker frame. Luckily, Antonio was a fairly body-positive person, so I got easy access to explore my new body as I slid my hands around and under his crop top and pair of shorts. As Curtis, I couldn’t have gained either a pound of muscle or fat no matter how hard I tried, so it was so strange yet erotic to find myself in such a buff and broad body like Antonio’s. It didn’t help that I was always envious of his tattoos, so it was quite the turn on to look at these tats and view them as my own now (at least for the time being). As I flexed in the mirror and embraced my body with a surprisingly large amount of pride, I couldn’t help but notice the severe tenting that was happening in my flimsy pair of shorts right about the bathroom sink. It was nearly impossible NOT to see it as I looked closer and saw how defined my now much thicker and longer cock was while proudly jutting outwards in these thin shorts. “Oh fuck…” I moaned as I gingerly wrapped my hand around my new genitalia and tightly gripped it. “Oh my fucking god…” I moaned, this time louder as I turned myself on even more as I heard Antonio’s rougher and deeper voice flow out of my mouth.

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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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Helping Out A Friend: Part III

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

I finally arrived back at the frat house, surprised that the frigid weather did not bother me during my walk. With my bigger build and how sweaty I was, the cold was welcomed with open arms rather than coldly rejected like how I used to feel about the weather. Once inside, I promptly kick off my shoes to get the snow off and quickly ascend the stairs. As I enter my room, I lock the door behind me as I drop off my gym bag just past the doorway. Heading over towards my bed, I groan as I fall back onto the mattress, where it warmly greets me with a slight bounce as I land.

I lay in bed to relax for a moment, the first break I’ve given myself since waking up. I shut my eyes as I exhale a sigh of relief and begin to reflect about my day so far. Thinking about my workout, I can’t help but still find myself in shock while considering the amount of weight that I lifted. I can’t deny that I begin to feel more of “Antonio’s” persona begin to spill out of me. After my first experience with the bar, I quickly found myself getting competitive with Brian throughout the session. I would quietly observe him doing a machine, and after he finished, I would take my turn. However, I found myself naturally trying to showcase my strength by adding more weight to a machine or doing more sets than he did. As Curtis, I wasn’t competitive in an athletic way. My competitive spirit was fairly tame, where the only time it was brought out was on academic-related options such as scoring the best on tests and leading a debate team or quiz bowl to victory. It was a strange feeling to allow all of that competitive nature to infiltrate me, but I can’t deny that it was cool to tap into a more manly form of competitive nature while still retaining the intelligence I had as Curtis.

Continuing to lie sprawled out on bed, I started to feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Thinking about my workout still, I begin to reason that the after-effects of my workout are finally beginning to make themselves known. “Well, it looks like I’m going to have to sleep in early tonight…” I say out loud, stretching my arms and legs out while attempting to stifle my yawn. “Oh fuck…” I angrily announce, suddenly remembering the frat party that Brian told me about. I knew that they would not let me miss it, but I was so tired that I needed to come up with some sort of solution to fix this drowsiness I felt. Deciding that it would be best to nap, I immediately sat up from my bed and stood up. Groaning because of my sore muscles, I quickly peel off my sweaty clothing so I could get ready to sleep. Despite my gangly frame that I despised, it was a natural step for me to sleep only in my underwear as Curtis. Luckily for myself, this habitual sleeping setup continued as Antonio. But with a body like this, it’s not really that strange of a desire anymore to show off my body (even if it’s exclusively for myself) given just how comfortable I’m finding myself as Antonio. Once I remove my garments, I smile as I look down and find myself only dressed in the bright red jockstrap that I wore to the gym. Falling back into the bed, I set my alarm for later in the evening and quickly drift off to sleep.

When the time comes, I’m awakened by the blaring tones of my alarm clock. Sitting up in bed, my eyes scan around the room until I reach the window. Looking out of it, I can see only darkness, sans the glowing ring light at the top right corner of the window belonging to a nearby street-light. Along with that vision, I hear the sound of deep bass echoing through the walls into my room. The party has already started, so I guess I better start getting ready before I miss it completely. Standing up and walking over to my closet, I grab one of the towels hanging and immediately exit the room to head to shower. With haste, I walk further down the hallway, where the music reverberates louder and louder along with a chorus of voices that slowly begin to emerge. I finally reach my destination and enter the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Immediately, I rip off my jockstrap and twist the shower knobs.

To allow the water to warm up, I head over to the toilet, where I sit down on the stool and unlock my phone. Curious to see how Antonio’s social media feed looks, I decide to open up Instagram to see who Antonio follows and anyone he finds attractive. While scrolling, my mind immediately ignores and swipes past any girls or any of Antonio’s frat brothers as my mind is exclusively curious to see what guys he actively follows. In previous discussions we’ve had, it seemed that his taste tended to be far different than mine, where his interests were primarily composed of beefy or bearish guys. This conversation seems to seem valid as I come across photos of other beefy and chubby guys that Antonio found attractive, but I soon go wide-eyed as I finally come across someone that I knew. “Oh shit!” I exclaim, looking at the screen and coming face-to-face with a selfie of the crush I had as Curtis… Gabe Simmons. 

To read Gabe’s story, click here.

While looking at the photo, I can’t believe that Antonio also found Gabe as hot as I did. I used to talk to him about Gabe constantly, but he never seemed to share the same interest in him as I did. From what I knew about the both of them, it seemed highly unlikely that they were friends given that Antonio wasn’t in a science major like me and Gabe were. On top of that, Gabe was in an entirely different social circle than Antonio, so I found it strange that he would be following Gabe. 

Continuing to scroll through Gabe’s feed, my eyes remain wide as I discover that every possible photo prior to the swap was liked by Antonio. While staring at his thick biceps, I can feel my dick slowly harden and grow wedged underneath the toilet seat. As I begin to feel the cool sensation of porcelain against my dickhead, I look down and begin to go into a vicious cycle of doubt. My mind goes rampant as I start to question everything and ponder what truly caused my dick to get hard. 

Was it just my attraction to Gabe or was it due to Antonio’s own muscle memory of staring at these same pictures and firming up at just the sight of the hunky nerd I was friends with? 

Was this another part of Antonio’s master plan of swapping with me? 

Was the whole fear of failing his last semester a ruse so he can get closer to the man we both seemingly wanted? 

My thoughts are soon interrupted as I look up and watch the steam from the shower slowly rise up towards the ceiling, notifying me that the water was finally warm enough. My boner still remains firm, but I decide not to take care of that right now as my mind continues to create conspiracy theories about what Antonio’s true intentions were for this swap.

In comparison to my first showering experience, this time goes quicker as my body goes on auto-pilot while my mind wanders to manic places. Once I finish, I twist the knobs until the water stops and then step out of the shower. After shaking the towel on my hair, I do a quick swipe down my torso and backside before finally tying the towel around my waist and leaving the bathroom.

Returning back into my room, I slam the door behind me and lock it. While I spent the majority of the day afraid of the concept of a frat party, I can’t help but be thankful for it now. The possibility of getting drunk and forgetting about my Antonio situation seems like paradise currently, so I move fast to get dressed and get downstairs. I rip off my towel and immediately begin to dry myself off rapidly. The majority of my body is dry, but there’s still one area left to lose some of that dampness. As I quickly pass the towel underneath my crotch, I polish off my crown jewels until my body is now completely dried off. I put on another jockstrap, a white one this time, and follow it up with a pair of denim jeans. I search through my closet for a shirt to fit the party vibe, but I’m unable to find one that truly stands out for me. 

Looking to compromise, I throw on a shirt for Jameson whiskey and shrug. “Parties involve drinking, so at least I’m somewhat on brand?” I think to myself as I pull the shirt down until it’s taunt around my biceps and over my pecs. When I look into the mirror, I look at my messy hair and decide I simply cannot be bothered with letting it dry it off completely. So, I grab a black cap off my dresser and place it on my head, twisting the bill towards my back as I finish my look. I pull out my phone and make a face as I take a few selfies to commemorate my first ever frat party. While looking at the photos, it’s clear by the look on my face that I’m not feeling in high spirits. However, eager to remedy my mood and not wanting to miss out on any more of the action, I left my room as I headed out down the stairs to the rowdy party that was already well underway…

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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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