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Next Story - The Suitcase

I have decided what my next story is going to be. I will be continuing one of my favorite transformation stories and in fact one of the earliest I remember finding on the internet. It was written by J Reynolds over on Metabods. I included the original story links below but will be writing my own continuation within the universe.

https://www.metabods.com/stories/the-suitcase#Part_1

https://www.metabods.com/stories/the-suitcase#Part_2

https://www.metabods.com/stories/the-suitcase#Part_3

https://www.metabods.com/stories/the-suitcase#Part_4

The Suitcase ReDux

The overhead lights flickered above me in the thrift store. I walked around looking to see if there was anything good today. The place smelled like an old bowling alley but occasionally I would find some pretty awesome deals. When you're a millennial with massive student debts, you have to do what you can to cut corners. As I turned the corner a suitcase caught my eye. It was a retro leather suitcase in saddle brown leather. It honestly looked like something that would fetch a pretty hefty price at an antique store. I picked it up to check the tag and it was marked at $10. I figured that was a steal and went up front to pay and then headed home.

I didn't think much about the suitcase for the rest of the week and went about my daily grind. Soon it was Friday and I was looking forward to the weekend. My girlfriend was spending the weekend with some of her friends at a bachelorette party at a lake cabin so I had the place all to myself. I was laying on the couch going through my Netflix options and was bored. The suitcase caught my eye still by the door where I had set it down. I decided to check out the inside so I went over and brought it to the couch.

I opened it up and it smelled of leather and mothballs. Hmmm. Maybe that’s why it was so cheap. I wondered about all the previous owners it might have had and was looking through the pockets when I found an envelope tucked inside.

“To the new owner of the suitcase, please trust what I am about to tell you. This suitcase has a mystical power to transform you into anyone that you have a photo of. All you have to do is place the photo in the suitcase of the person you want to become along with one of your hairs. Once you wait an hour, you will find the picture and hair gone and the clothes that the person was wearing instead. If you put on the clothes, you will find yourself transformed into the person in the photo. Once you are ready to switch back, put all the clothes back in the suitcase and close the lid. You will find yourself back in your original body.

A few things to note, the person in the photo has to be wearing at least one article of clothing. You will become the person as they were when the photo was taken. You cannot alter the body in any way. It will just revert back to the original form so don’t bother. You can access the person’s memories but it can take a bit of practice at first. 

Now a few warnings. I don’t know how the suitcase works and never found out. If the person that you become has a really strong personality, it can come through in sometimes unexpected ways. Don’t lose any of the clothing, you need it all to switch back. Don’t attempt to do anything unusual or creative. I always felt that the suitcase almost had a sense of humor and can find ways to mess with you. Be careful but also have fun.”

I had a transformation fetish as long as I could remember. Whether this letter was true or not, my heart was pounding and dick twitching at even the thought of role playing or even better what if it was true? I decided to give it a try. I had the place all to myself and the worst that happens is that I get a jack off session out of it.

I went and grabbed my laptop and started searching pictures on Tumblr. I was bi and had known that I liked guys and girls really since i started puberty. I was afraid to come out as bi and so ended up with my girlfriend but still kept it a secret even from her. However, I had a pretty good porn stash on Tumblr of hot guys to work with.

As I started looking through the photos, I was trying to decide who I wanted to transform into. Should I try a different race? Go for a huge bodybuilder? A guy with a huge dick? What would it be like to be female? I didn't want to go too crazy the first time so decided to stick with guys for now. I kept browsing and started fantasizing about what it would be like to transform into any of them. My dick at this point was rock hard and leaking precum. I started slowly jacking myself while looking through photos. I didn't want to cum quite yet but was too turned on to resist.

Man, it was hard to decide but I figured I just had to pick one and go with it. Nothing says that I couldn’t try others out if it was true. Alright, here we go. This is the body.

He was a wrestler and wearing a singlet. I had always found jocks hot in school especially wrestlers. I had always wanted to be one of them so now I had the chance. I printed the photo and placed it inside the suitcase with one of my hairs and set a timer on my phone for 1 hour.

While I was waiting for the hour to be up, I went to the bathroom to check myself out in the mirror. I was 31 years old and in pretty good shape. Not excellent shape but you could tell I worked out. My diet was always the problem and it was getting harder and harder to out train a bad diet as I had gotten older. Not a bad face but just overall I was very plain looking. I definitely wasn't turning any heads. Thinking about the jocks back in school, I remember how I had been such a nerd and teased constantly. Part of the reason I went to the gym now so much.

Finally, it seemed after forever the hour was up. I walked over to the suitcase and muttered holy shit under my breath. Gone were the photo and my hair, replaced with a green spandex singlet. My heart was pounding in my ears. It was real. How shit, it was real!

I grabbed the singlet and went to the bathroom. I wanted to be able to see the transformation in the mirror. I stripped down and held the singlet pausing looking it over. Alright, here it goes. I put each leg through and pulled it up. I had never worn a singlet before and the snugness and stretchiness of the spandex was getting me hard. That’s when it started.I first noticed that I looked just a bit different in the mirror. I still looked like myself but just a bit off. My hair was getting darker and my bodyfat was melting away. Soon my abs were showing through and my face started to take on that of the jock. I felt my legs and ass swell with muscle. As the muscle growth moved up, I saw my abs become more defined and pecs jut out. My arms bulged with muscle. I felt my balls swell too and my dick get larger. I noticed myself shrinking down a few inches in height. This guy must have been shorter than I realized. Finally, my skin took on his tan color and was smooth and flawless.

I stared in awe at the mirror. I couldn't believe it had worked. Hello sexy, I said to myself. My voice was much deeper and had a Boston or maybe east coast accent to it. I stripped off the singlet and saw my dick. It was uncut and at least 8 inches hard. A definite improvement from my barely 6 inches. I started jacking myself off while playing with my new foreskin. The sensation of pulling it back and forth across my now super sensitive dick head was different for sure. I started moaning uncontrollably which caught me off guard. I was definitely not a vocal masturbater but this guy must be. Moaning louder and louder, the sensations were almost too much. I felt almost high or delirious. I exploded cum all over the bathroom mirror and counter. I felt weak in my legs after that orgasm. I cleaned up and kept checking myself out in the mirror and flexing.This body was definitely hot. I was amazed at how responsive my muscles were to flexing and how low his bodyfat must be. I could see every ab and muscle fiber.

I went back out to the living room to take a look and see if there was another body I wanted to try. I sat down at my laptop and upon seeing the gay Tumblr site I had been on, I said “Whats with all these faggots?” without even thinking. I grabbed my mouth. Shocked at what just came out of my mouth. I closed my eyes for a moment and memories of me or rather the guys body I had tormenting kids in school. I remember shoving kids against their lockers, even punching one especially effeminate boy in the face and giving him a bloody nose. I was a straight homophobe now... Kind of freaked out, I went back and put the singlet in the suitcase and watched my body transform back. My mind once again my own.

Wow, that was crazy I thought to myself. It had almost been like there was a whole other set of memories in my brain that seemed real to me. As if they had happened to me but I knew they had happened to the jock. What are the chances that I would have picked a homophobe the first time?

As I sat down to peruse other photos, I was excited that it was Friday night and I had the place to myself all weekend. I was going to have some fun for sure.

To be continued...