Is the Grass Greener on the Other Side?
This is harder than I expected. I guess you donāt realize what you have until itās gone. I always wanted to be a jock type. More than anything. I gave up my comfortable life to live like a real man. Now though, Iām working 12 hour shifts for nearly minimum wage. Money is tight and thereās not much time for working out. Some days I really have to force myself because Iām so tired from work.Ā
But itās not all bad. Last weekend I met up with my old body. I ordered the cheapest beer on the menu and he ordered some over-the-top cocktail. He seems to be fitting right into his new highlife. I canāt believe how tiny I used to be. I could see him looking up at me in awe though. As he looked at me, his eyes kept flicking from shoulder to shoulder. I guess I am pretty broad now. Was a nice feeling for someone to appreciate my physique. It was a brand new feeling for me. I did a little pec bounce to entertain him too.Ā
We exchanged tips about each otherās lives. You see, while I was jealous of manly men, he was jealous of rich kids with an easy life. I explained to him how to manipulate his family to get more money out of them, where to shop, how to flaunt his entitlement and belittle people. He wanted to become the spoiled rich brat in every way. He explained to me how to act more alpha, more aggressive. He complimented me on not having showered after the gym, manspreading at the table and talking in a low rumble but short sentences and simple words. āYeah, Iām not some entitled pussy like you. I could fuck you up really bad you knowā I snarled at him and flexed a bicep.
āHa, you dare touch a hair on my head and my Dadās lawyers will fuck you up so much worse, big boy.ā He retorted. We both smiled, content in our own ways.
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