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He left his house and began walking in his new persona. People stared — some in disbelief, some in shock. His new masculine fragrance filled the air as he passed.

He entered the club, took a few shots, then grabbed one beer after another. It was his first time drinking, and it felt amazing. He was a new person. Girls surrounded him, drawn to his confidence and energy.

The party eventually ended, and he stepped out into the early morning. His head was pounding from the alcohol. Then he remembered — he had school. He decided to go anyway, just to thank the guy who had given him this new persona.

When he arrived, the classroom was empty. It was Saturday. How could he have forgotten? Annoyed, he turned to leave, but at the exit, he bumped into a nerd.

“Bloody hell! Watch where you’re going, twat!” Jacob snapped.

The nerd glared at him.

“You stole my jacket! Give it back!”

In that moment, Jacob realized something — the moment the nerd took the jacket off and someone else put it on, they lost their persona. He didn’t want to lose his, so he made a deal with the nerd: the nerd would have to worship Jacob and his sneakers. The nerd quickly got to work. Carefully with his tongue he ate every speck of dirt. His tongue moved carefully.

After the nerd finished, Jacob had a surprise for him. He handed him his TNs. As soon as the nerd put them on, a transformation began — his ugly sweater shifted into a Nike tracksuit, his long hair buzzed short, and out of nowhere, a shiny Trapstar puffer jacket appeared on him. The nerd had gotten his identity back.

Liam invited Jacob over to his place. It was messy, just as expected — the smell of sweat, cheap deodorant, tobacco and cum, filled the air. To Jacob, it felt like home. He pushed Liam onto the bed and looked at him as if he were candy. They took off their clothes and they began having sex. Firstly, they shot a load in their TN's, marking what's theirs.

Jacob then agressivly pushed Liam onto the bed, spitting onto his asshole ans thrusting as hard as he could. Cum on Liam's TN's was dripping onto Jacob's back.

After they were done, Liam began dressing up, ready to hit the club. Yet Jacob disn't let him. He pulled his masisve cock out of his trackpants and began squirting on Liam.

'W-why!?'

Liam screams, shocked.

'Just so people could know whats mine...'

Jacob was a nerdy guy, always wearing ugly grandpa sweaters and thrifted, baggy jeans. He sat in the front row of every class, answering every question the teacher asked. Sometimes he even requested extra homework. His classmates groaned, but the teachers always complimented him.

One day, the class ended, and everyone had already left. Jacob was packing his heavy books into his old backpack when he noticed a shiny Moncler puffer jacket lying on one of the tables. He glanced around—there was no one in sight. I should take this to lost and found, he thought.

Jacob gathered his things and started walking toward the other end of the school, planning to drop the jacket off. But when he got there, the door was locked. The school was empty, the teachers had left, and the old janitor told him to leave. Reluctantly, Jacob obeyed.

At home, he placed the puffer jacket on his bed. The smell hit him instantly: a mix of tobacco, strong masculine sweat, and Dior Sauvage. He opened the window and tried to focus on studying, but something kept pulling his gaze toward the jacket. He couldn’t stop staring.

Before long, he leaned in and inhaled deeply. The scent was intoxicating. He returned to his books, only to be drawn back again and again. The room felt chilly from the open window, so he shrugged and slipped the jacket on.

The transformation was immediate. His nerdy grandpa sweater morphed into a tight Nike Tech Fleece, and his baggy jeans became sleek Nike track pants. On his feet, a pair of Nike TNs appeared. He ran his hands through his hair—it had fallen out and reappeared as a buzz cut. In the jacket pocket, he discovered a cigarette. Curiously, he lit it. The smell of burning tobacco was addictive. He took a drag.

Suddenly, his room changed along with him. His neatly folded grandpa sweaters were replaced by scattered Nike track suits. The once-tidy room now resembled a mess: trash strewn across the floor, clothes piled everywhere. Yet, he didn’t care.