- Really? - he asked, wearing his purple compression shirt - I've hardly been home, sorry mate - he gave a sigh, though then seemed to have an idea - I know! You remember I took an electrical course, don't you? I could try to fix it, I don't think it would be that hard would it?

- Dude, really?

- Sure! I must have my tools forgotten somewhere in my room, but anything for you, buddy - he patted me on the back before going to get something from his room.

He returned shortly after. To which we both went into the bathroom.

- Are you sure you know what you're doing?

- Yes, I sometimes skipped classes in the course but I think I know the basics.

He set up a chair so he could repair the ceiling light, removed the bulb and began to move the electrical inlet carefully.

- Don't you want us to call a technician?

- Dude! Trust me, besides, we can save several dollars, trust me, look, I think I found the problem.

He placed the tip of his tool on the metal, moved it a little and at first nothing happened. Until it sparked.

The sound of electricity chilled my skin as Zach let out a choked scream, his body trembled violently without being able to break free. I swallowed nervously. I didn't know what to do, so I did the best thing I could think of: push him.

As soon as I touched it, electricity ran through my nerves as well, it was an intense pain from head to toe, but thanks to the momentum, I ended up knocking it down and cutting off the power.

Everything went dark for a second, and then I lost myself.

Soon after I opened my eyes, I felt my head hurting, my body numb and heavy. Things were blurry all around me, and everything was dark.

- Shit...

I mumbled, touching the floor, getting up with difficulty though staggering in the process. I placed my hands against the tile, feeling a strange force in my hands.

I stood up, moving darkly around the room.

- Zach? Are you...?

Before I finished the sentence, I realized something wasn't right.

My voice felt different, deep, more... masculine? My original voice wasn't high-pitched, but it wasn't this deep, I almost felt it echoed loudly every time I opened my lips.

I touched my throat, feeling a thick adam's apple. What was going on? For a moment I stopped thinking about Zach, staggered out of the room until I advanced to my own, then I saw the reflection.

- What... what the hell?

The reflection that greeted me was Zach's, mimicking my every move. For a moment I felt fear, almost panic, but then I looked at those fat pecs.

They were mine now.

I was full of muscle! I stroked my new muscles, how good my biceps felt wrapped in the tight purple fabric.

I flexed my muscles, widening my arms and enjoying how my pecs felt, even how the reliefs stuck against my T-shirt, making me let out a gasp.

Was Zach so sensitive to such an area?

It was like letting go of my senses all at once, I kneaded and squeezed my pecs hard, letting out a loud gasp. I went crazy for a while, stroking everywhere, every mound of muscle.

I reached down to my pants. Pulling the elastic to observe what was hiding inside.

- Not bad... - I smiled - I can see why you're such a hit with the ladies, dude. Just look at the size of this thing.

I sniffed with some force, which caused a wide, loud gasp that I'm sure was heard throughout the building.

I lifted my armpit to smell it, I loved the scent... And now it was mine! How many times had I dreamed of smelling it, and now it was within my complete reach! I stuck my nose again and again, filling my whole nose with sweat.

I gasped awkwardly, like a teenager with raging hormones.

I stopped touching myself for a moment to run out to Zach's room, I loved feeling my strong legs, how each footstep echoed with weight and force across the floor.

I opened the closet to start pulling out different clothes. Although there was a larger amount of t-shirts, lycra and other sportswear, so I decided to take off what was intruding between my eager hands and my dreamy body.

I weighed my fat pectorals, changed my shirt and put on a white one that was even tighter, and flexed my arms.

It was like feeling in the glory...

It had been at least five months after the change. And I couldn't be happier about it.

At first Zach, or now I should say Tristan, had a hard time getting used to the change, always complaining that he didn't want to be in that body, that he wanted to change back.

He tried again and again to recreate the accident to return us to our original bodies. But I wasn't at all interested in going back to who I was before.

I loved the way I looked now. How others were interested in me, the fact that getting anywhere, got everyone's attention. How good my body looked in tight sportswear.

And best of all: How I attracted the attention of the fraternities.

I don't understand why Zachary didn't join any of them as soon as he entered college, he was the perfect himbo to be a brother! Within mere weeks in his body, I ended up joining one of the most important and exclusive fraternities on campus.

And I loved it.

Almost every weekend there were parties, sweaty smells, and guys walking shirtless through the halls every day. It was like heaven. And best of all, no one knew that the new Zach was actually me.

Everyone was surprised for a while at how self-centered I turn out to be, how obsessed I was with my scent, or even the change from straight to gay.

Because what I loved most about this body was how guys drooled over me, I could have anyone in the palm of my hand even.

Barely five months in and I had already been with almost every guy in the frat (some "curious", some with their sexuality under wraps and some who just wanted to have a good time), I was living what as Tristan wouldn't have happened even on my best day.

Now it was Zach, full of muscles, tight clothes that left nothing to the imagination and with such an intoxicating aroma...

Anyway. I'd have a costume party in less than an hour, the good thing about being Zach now was that whatever I wore, it would look good on me.

And I could let my nerdy tastes out. All in all, I looked hot.

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I wasn't as popular, but I wasn't invisible either. I was well known although my physique was not very above average, somewhat average. Sometimes I went out with other guys but almost never got serious, I guess my insecurity influenced a lot when it came to dating.

That magic object was supposed to give me the trust of another person, as long as he agreed.

I talked to him, nervous that he would tell me I was ridiculous or foolish. But on the contrary, he gladly agreed. 《Whatever you need, buddy》 - and we began the ritual.

Apparently nothing happened, until the first full moon came after that.

I was sleeping when I felt a strange force pull me from my body, until I was thrown into what felt like nothingness, I panicked until I breathed again, opened my eyes in fear.

I sat up in bed, breathing heavily, and I sat there for a while, trying to calm down until I felt heavier. More... Thicker?

I looked down, finding huge pecs. Thick and juicy, it was hard for me not to gasp, instead I just kept groping myself like crazy. I squeezed my new muscles, flexed my arms not believing how big they were.

Everything was so new, so strange... I didn't even notice what room I was in. I lifted my shirt, revealing a formidable six-pack, flexed my biceps again, feeling the strength and power they seemed to emanate, and without being able to control it, the relief on my pants began to rise.

Eagerly I pulled my clothes down, wrapping my hand around my new shaft. I stroked it slowly, at first, but the more I began to move it, the more anxious I began to become. My toes tensed as I gasped loudly, I was sloppy with the movements, erratic. Just stamping my hand up and down.

I was absorbed in my thoughts, blinded by pleasure, clumsy and foolish, with a fuzzy smile. Then I looked ahead, noticing the pattern of the room? Why did it look familiar? I let out a confused grunt but kept moving my hand. It wasn't until I saw the ceiling that I realized where I was, though it was too late.

I let out a choked gasp, feeling my nectar dripping down the sheets with force, some of it even ending up on my face. I took a bit to put it in my mouth, smiling at the taste.

When the euphoria subsided, I realized what was happening. I noticed more of my body, observing the reliefs until I noticed a bracelet on my right arm. It was identical to one I had given Jacob some time ago, and he never took it off.

Shit, shit, shit.

I stood up suddenly, turned on the light to reveal my friend's room, then stood in front of the mirror, noticing that I was now inside his body. I flexed my arms in confusion, it was all so... strange, but it still felt good. I felt powerful, strong; I flexed my arms more, enjoying the sensation of my muscles widening, I even noticed a slight scent of sweat, so I raised my arm a little more to free my access to the armpit, and inhaled with pleasure.

- Mfhh... Jeez dude, you smell good - I let out a slight chuckle, sniffing again with need.

I think that's where it all went down. Since that was seven months ago, I discovered that Jacob wasn't aware of that whole effect, he was falling asleep somewhere in his unconscious, though everything he did in his body, seemed to have repercussions for his psyche. Staying recorded as a common and ordinary habit, it was strange and a little unhinged (because I could do nothing but watch), to see him sniffing and flexing his arms like the most common thing in the world.

And what about my body? It seemed to go into an automatic mode, my "mind" was not aware that I was inside Jacob, so it treated me like him. I wasn't even aware of the magic object, it was as if only I knew that after such a ritual, I could stay in my best friend's body for a few hours, initially, I could only access it during full moons. But all of a sudden, I started to be able to do it every weekend.

It wasn't even because I wanted it or asked for it (though I certainly wasn't complaining), but I would end up in Jacob's body once one or the other fell asleep.

It was uncomfortable, as I had no control over it. One day during class, I was in chemistry class when I felt that invisible force pull me out of my body to throw me into Jacob who just fell asleep in history class.

I always tried to respect Jacob's body, to leave no trace of my presence. No mark that could affect him, living as close as I could to his initial style. But it was hard to keep my composure in such a... tempting body.

For the first few months I managed it well, but as the months progressed, the mission fell apart. The clothes my friend used to wear to work out were quite modest, loose and baggy, although one day I just couldn't take it anymore.

I put on short shorts, which showed off my new legs and my new bulge, I liked the feel of the fabric, even how others seemed to look at me. Even that day I became more exaggerated with my movements, as if I wanted to highlight more my butt in each squat, or my biceps when lifting each weight. Gosh, my chest from just walking.

And there was another change for Jacob, his closet changed drastically, now he only wore fitted clothes, tight fitting compression shirts and tiny lycra shorts that highlighted his bulge and his fat buttocks.

I was almost ogling him every day, what was I doing?!

It was as if I was transforming my friend to my most primitive desires, I was afraid to erase all traces of him. But at the same time... How could I control myself? It was automatic, I couldn't do anything; in his body things felt different, they smelled different, they even treated me differently, and that was the other point that fucked the whole thing up even more.

I had ended up at a party that Jacob was invited to, he had taken a nap and in less than five minutes I was in the driver's seat.

I dressed up to attend, wearing nothing but a blue tank top, if Jacob was already an exhibitionist, it wouldn't affect much, would it?

From the first moment I walked into the party, the vibe felt... different.

How people greeted me, the discreet touches and squeezes as I moved through the crowd. I didn't even know where to go, I was so lost that when I least expected it, I was in the middle of the room with a bottle steeped in my mouth.

- Drink, drink, drink! - what seemed to be at least 60 people were shouting in unison with excitement, apparently Jacob's body had a good stamina or a deep throat because he seemed to finish at least half of the bottle in mere seconds.

Although I started to feel dizzy - and to make matters worse, more uninhibited - I moved with some difficulty around the house until I ended up in a somewhat far corner, having a drink.

- Hey, hi.

A guy came up to me, smiling and winking. Holy shit.

I had always been gay, I knew that and everyone who knew me, I know Jacob was straight, so I tried not to do anything gay on his body, mainly so I wouldn't change that trait about him.

- Hey, how are you?

I felt a strange tingle of security, I stood in front of him, casually flexed my arm, which seemed to charm him. I didn't know if I was slurring my words but the feeling was... Strange, I don't know how to describe it exactly but it felt different than all those times I tried to flirt with someone else. It felt... Good.

In less time than I expected, we ended up kissing intensely in one of the rooms of the party, with him anxiously trying to unhook my shirt, I knew it was all wrong. I had kissed a man on Jacob's body, I was about to have something that would only close this thing I had done by accident, but the more I tried to think, the more softly that boy kissed me on my neck.

- Easy, big guy... - he murmured feeling my muscles, enjoying the volume - let me take care of it.

And then Jacob started having homosexual tendencies.

- I just don't get it, man. I mean, I don't have anything against gays, it's just... Well, it's not something that's ever happened to me, you know? I experimented before, I tried things before but I didn't feel anything, now it's like out of nowhere... I feel that urge.

- Maybe it's because you're older now and you're still discovering yourself, don't you think? - I lied shamelessly.

- Yeah, yeah... I think so, man.

Jacob became quite the casanova with the guys, I didn't know if it was because of my acting at that party or if it was just my orientation mixed with his natural charisma, but there he was... Having as many guys at his feet as he wanted, it seemed there wasn't a trace left of his former interest in women.

And that made me jealous, while, I loved the attention I was getting from the guys and the great fact that I no longer had to modulate for that part being Jacob, at the same time... It was impossible for him to notice me on his own. He only saw me as his friend, almost a brother, he couldn't even see me with those eyes if he wanted to.

At that point I guess I lost all my reasoning... But wouldn't you have done the same?

To be continued.

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Some things had changed, maybe people noticed it or preferred to ignore it and take it as normal. The way Blake now dressed, the new interests in Caleb, the more noticeable flirtations of the new Ruben.

Or even Alan and Blake's relationship. Who now couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other for too long.

Everything was as it should be. Us in the lead, no longer being shadows.

There were strange and difficult parts to get used to, of course. Miles' control did not yet have the ability to endow the host with the memories and recollections of the shell body.

So getting used to a new house, hobbies and even a new social circle was a challenge. Not impossible, but something that cost at least the first few weeks.

Although, the base abilities of the bodies did seem to remain, as a kind of autopilot. I discovered in a short time that I quite liked theater, I didn't know if it was because of Ruben's "base style", but there was a strange satisfaction in standing on a stage with hundreds of people in front of me and having them eating out of the palm of my hand.

I must admit that I've become a bit self-centered (and although I don't like to say it in front of the new Caleb and Blake, that worries me). I know I'm not Ethan anymore, that's way behind me now, but what if my original personality is lost?

I wanted to take the place of a popular guy, but not become him body and soul. Much less a hyper-projected version of him.

- Did you call us? - I asked, just coming out of a theater rehearsal. As long as I had been inside this body, I still couldn't get used to it. I kept looking at my strong biceps out of the corner of my eye, or bouncing my pecs for mere play.

- Yeah, I've been thinking something lately - Blake nodded to himself, looking at me and Caleb in the other corner of the room.

- And what is it?

- Well, since this - he pulled the controller out of his pocket - I've noticed that we don't usually hang out together anymore, we used to go everywhere, now you're with the theater, you're with your prankster friends or those cosplay things.

- What about you? - Caleb spoke - You just hang out with your new boyfriend, your training or your experiments.

There was silence, Blake denied.

- That's not the point. I mean the three of us have neglected each other, we used to be close, now it seems we don't even have time to answer messages.

He understood what Miles was saying but in a way, he was also agreeing with Logan.

- You haven't made time for us either - I muttered, looking down.

Silence settled between us for a while, until Caleb dared to break it.

- I love you guys. But maybe it's also part of... this - he pointed at his body and then at us.

- Stop being friends? - I asked in a low tone.

- Maybe... Maybe.

He also lowered his gaze.

- I can't believe they're really saying that - Blake looked at us with some suspicion - To stop being friends just because... we changed bodies?

- We're not the same people anymore.

- We are on the inside, Logan!

- ... He didn't call me Logan anymore.

- But you know you fucking were!

Miles' breathing became ragged and ragged for a moment, he became thoughtful.

- And what do you propose? - I looked at him.

He didn't say or do anything for a while, it was extremely awkward until he started moving towards Caleb, serious, they stood face to face, I thought they were about to punch each other until Blake moved in to kiss him.

Caleb tried to push him away but ended up giving in, it was an intense series of kisses, the stinkier one took some authority as he squeezed the hairs on the back of the other's neck, pulling him tight to him.

There was a lot of tongue and saliva in between, they were loud in strange, little by little the atmosphere began to heat up more, Caleb grabbed Blake's waist to corner him against the wall, their backs collided with a thud, which made him let out a gasp but they still continued kissing.

It went on for a while until they seemed to remember I was there too.

- Are you going to stand there alone? - Miles asked, looking at me with a mixture of lust and impatience. Seeing no response, he looked up at Logan and motioned to him.

The other one broke away and advanced towards me. It wasn't even a second before he had his tongue inside me, his hands roaming and clinging to my skin.

- Ah... I-I don't understand w-why this will make us b-b-become united again

I stammered as best I could as Logan seemed to have turned into a beast thirsty for desire kissing my neck. I didn't know if it was him or traces of his new body, but jeez... He sure was territorial, aggressive and primal.

- We wanted to do this together, didn't we? - Miles said, caressing his chest and abs carelessly - We wanted to be sporty to be hot, popular, all together. But when did we give ourselves time to taste what we had now?

I couldn't think of anything. On the one hand, it seemed crazy and completely ridiculous what Miles was saying. What did this have to do with the fact that we were kissing now?

I wanted to think of it as some sort of couples therapy strategy, but we were friends. What was this?

Before I could say more, Miles came up behind me and started caressing Logan's body, which made him let out slight grunts.

- And that's your whole... your whole plan? - I mumbled heavily, focusing on Miles having control in his hands - Is it necessary for you to always bring... that with you?

He smiled.

- No, but I feel more comfortable this way... I don't quite know my new family, imagine leaving the control around and everyone starts switching bodies left and right - he explained with that nerdy aura that still seeped through from time to time, I couldn't explain why, but that made me smile - Plus now we can do this.

He pressed and pointed, and suddenly, I was no longer looking at him, I was staring at the wall, with my lips against a neck, settled between someone's legs... Now I was in Caleb's body.

- Uh... Why did you do that? - my old voice asked.

- They say the best way to understand another person is to put yourself in their shoes, right? Well surprise, we can do that.

Before I could even respond, I found myself in someone else's body again, control in my hands. Caleb broke away, looking down at his huge hands.

- Why him? He's a brainless gorilla - he mumbled stroking and sniffing himself, to which he made a strange gesture - Shit, what's that smell?

And it was like he lost his mind, suddenly glued to his armpit with need, inhaling hard and rubbing his armpit to fill his nose with sweat over and over again.

- Because I wanted to get back at him - It was strange to see Ruben talking without me in charge - Besides... He's sexy, a brainless himbo, it's easier to socialize with some people, I don't have to worry about being... interesting. I can say anything stupid and people will laugh, though... The smell is still a problem.

He grimaced, but Miles was still lost in this new experience.

- Scent? What the hell are you talking about? If it smells delicious...

- That's because Caleb has hyperosmia, that's why he always wanted to smell this strong. He liked his own stench

The new Caleb kept sniffing himself. Until all of a sudden he was back against Ruben's neck, sniffing and kissing him.

- Shit, you smell good.

Ruben gasped but his legs clung against Caleb's waist, starting to rub against him.

It was chaos between kisses, Caleb sniffing Ruben's skin, the Latino panting and clinging to the boy's armpit. I couldn't hold back and tightened my grip, ending up with Caleb on top of me.

- No fair! - Blake's body cried out.

- S-sorry f-friend.

I stammered with a smile.

Blake came over and pressed himself against Caleb, starting to caress his body, rubbing and kissing him.

In less time than we thought, there were no clothes left, we were panting in unison, awkward kisses and eager hands everywhere. Logan on Blake's body, me on Ruben's, Miles on Caleb's. Though the order didn't matter much since every so often. Someone would take over to end up in another body.

- Woah! Why did you decide on a Latino? - Miles asked caressing his chest and face.

- Because he's hot, I liked him from the first moment I saw him - I whispered distributing kisses on his thighs - He's interesting, handsome, and has something unique about him over the others.

- Lots of romantic shit - Logan said caressing Ruben's chest from behind - Why did you choose Blake?

Miles let out a laugh.

- Do I need to explain?

- Nah... - they both kissed madly.

- Won't your boyfriend be mad about this? - I asked.

- I'm just re-bonding with my best friends. What's the big deal?

A short time later, Ruben's body was in the middle of me in Caleb's, Logan in front with Blake's. I was shoving the rod from my new body straight into Miles' new one. Which made him gasp.

- Ah, it's big! - he complained.

- Another thing I picked him for - Logan smiled back Logan before they kissed.

I was lost in the feeling I didn't realize when Miles took control to switch us back and forth, back into our original bodies.

- Shit, let me know you'll do that, mfh! - I couldn't help but gasp, my eyes rolled to white for a while. I felt Caleb fill everything with me, Blake settled with a smile in front of me to take my face in his hands, caressing my cheeks.

- Do you remember what you did with me when I was inside Alan?

I swallowed nervously.

— D-dude, I-I don't know what you're talking about. — Nah, don’t be a coward, Ethan - He grabbed one of my pecs and squeezed it, making me let out a little yelp - Say it. — Ah, shit! I used you! — Great. And don’t you think you should pay for that?

A glint flashed in his eyes. He signaled to Logan, who began thrusting harder. My eyes rolled back from the sheer pleasure, and I panted like crazy. A bit of drool escaped my lips as Logan slammed his hips into me with even more force. Miles grabbed my chin, firm and confident.

— You love how he feels inside you, don’t you? — I love having him inside me... - I murmured, breathless.

He grabbed my neck a little tightly, squeezing it.

— And does it feel good? — It feels so good - I moaned in pleasure.

Miles smiled again, cocky as ever, then guided my hand to his length. With his other hand, he pulled me in and kissed me with need and hunger.

Everything turned into a sticky, sweaty, slightly smelly mess after that. I don’t even want to imagine what the janitor walked into. Or the class that came in after us.

Strangely enough, Miles had been right. It felt like reconnecting with the real bond the three of us once had, like it always used to be. It was nice having my best friends back. I knew it would be weird—again—for others to see Caleb, Ruben, and Blake hanging out like old buddies, considering none of them even spoke to each other before the swap.

But what mattered was having my friends by my side again. — Wanna do something Friday? - I typed into the group chat. — Yes! There's a new superhero movie coming out. Can we go see it? - Logan replied. — Don’t you ever get tired of being such a nerd? - I joked. Logan just sent a photo.

— A nerd who had your legs shaking.

I smiled, though weirdly... Miles had been quiet for a while. — SHIT! - he suddenly typed in the chat. — What’s wrong? Everything okay? — FUCK, NO! I CAN’T FIND THE REMOTE! — What?! — We must’ve left it in the classroom! That was the last place we used it! — Dude, what the hell?! — I don’t know, I completely forgot! — Can’t you make another one? — Of course I can! That was just the beta model! But now it’s lost, who knows where it is!

We tried to find the remote after that—even snuck into the school at night. But nothing. No trace of it.

Miles eventually figured out how to install a kind of ‘lock’ on our new bodies to prevent interference from the original remote. So yeah, everything worked out for us again. But... What about the remote?

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See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

And that was taking its toll on us... For a while it was fun to be in each other's bodies. Until it wasn't.

- You just don't get it, Sam! - I yelled as I held him up in front of me. He was taking pictures, adoring himself, almost looking like he didn't care.

- I do understand - he mumbled looking at his reflection through the story, another flex and widen my old muscles for show.

- No! You don't understand! - I squinted - All you care about is having my muscles.

- I don't, Max.

- Then do something! Get us back to our bodies!

- You know I don't know how...

Silence settled on both of us, I just looked at him for a second.

- I don't think this is working... - I muttered. I felt him take my hand.

- Max, don't say that... I like you, I'm happy with you.

- I am too, but I'm not happy with how we ended up - I let him go - I'm sorry.

SAMUEL

It had been almost a month since Max hadn't spoken to me, it was like going back to the way things were before.... He only avoided me in the halls, he had changed friendships (more sincere than before, although he was still talking to Astrid, which was certainly a relief), he stopped competing with me and only avoided me.

It felt good to be in his body, powerful, strong, extremely attractive. I was no longer scrawny, I now exuded masculinity in all its glory, even smelled so stinky, I loved it… But between keeping Max's body or having him, I wanted to have him. But how? The coin disappeared that night, and there was no sign of the man.

I was sitting on a park bench, all these feelings were overwhelming and overtaking me. I didn't want to lose him again, I couldn't… I felt someone sit down next to me. I looked around to find the same man as that night.

- Dilemmas again? - He settled into the seat.

- You... - I mumbled - Hey. It was really fun to be... in him, we patched things up, it was very helpful but it's time you put us back where we belong.

He nodded silently. Then he opened his lips without even looking at me.

- And is that what you want?

My heart pounded. I didn't want to give up this body, but I didn't want to lose Max either… And if I had to give this up to get him back, I would do it.

- Yes.

He nodded again to let out a laugh and deny.

- I think you have not learned to be sincere. But, you mean well, very well. So I will reward you for it.

He raised his hand to snap his fingers, for an instant I saw a glow in the air.

I thought I would feel the feeling of darkness again, of closing my eyes and appearing in my body again. But I was still inside Max, I looked down, still seeing my brown muscles.

- Hey, but we're still the same... - When I turned to see him, he had disappeared without a trace - Shit, not again.

I just felt the air rushing.

MAX

I was lying in bed as I had been for the last three weeks. And what else could I do? Again Sam and I had drifted apart, I was no longer good at what I loved, I was only left to lie down for hours.

I was staring at the ceiling when I felt a kind of weird current, as if the wind had gone through the room, and a strange tingling at the back of my head... Slowly it was as if something inside me began to speak to me, whispering from the depths.

《 You like your new body.... You like your smooth, hairless skin. Your little muscles you like, they're perfect like that, aren't they? 》

My whole mind was getting cloudy. As if my intelligence and judgment were slowing down to heed what that voice was saying.

- I like my body... I like being small - I muttered.

《 And now you like fashion. You're fascinated by it, you like to see clothes for that nice body of yours, how to highlight it 》

- Nice body...

I nodded with a little drool trickling down the corner of my lips.

《 You're not so passionate about sports anymore. But you love the smell of sweat, you love the way your armpits smell after working out, you're just passionate about working out to maintain your physique. And you love the smell of stinky armpits, especially Max's 》

- Underarms... Max... I love them...

《 You like being Sam, because now you are Sam. You don't miss your old form anymore, you feel comfortable being him. Now this is your new you 》

- I am... Sam...

《 You are only here to serve the new Max, to be madly in love with him, there is nothing you love more than being with him 》

- I need.... Max...

The voice disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving me brain-numbed for a while until I blinked. I stretched out on the bed, feeling almost new, like refreshed.

Why was I getting so worried?

I got up, stretched. I had an instinct to go to the closet to start looking at the clothes that now belonged to me, I had seen Sam's clothes quite a few times since we switched bodies, but for the first time I felt... comfortable.

And even a little excited about wanting to wear them; I grabbed a pair of leather pants, pulling them up through my legs, how good they looked, with my tight ass, the shiny texture what the garment left behind. I even put on one of his - well, my - caps.

And it was like feeling liberated from it all.

I looked at my abdomen, my slim but shapely pecs, and my hairless armpits, the slim frame that now belonged to me.

I even raised my arms to inhale the scent that belonged to me, how rich it smelled… I was perfect like this. Why all this time had I wanted to go back to my body? If I looked so good now, and how I smelled? These muscles marked, my slim body, I loved it.

There was something, though... Something that was definitely missing to make everything "perfect", I picked up my phone to dial Sam's number. Well, I mean... Max.

- Hello - I murmured - I don't know how to start but... - I was about to say "rational" things, like to express my feelings, how important he was to me, but it was like a wave of lust that had taken control of me - I need you - I gasped softly, my hand settled between my two fat buttocks to caress the area - Come to the house...

I barely managed to lie down in an attempt to manage all that energy that had come out of nowhere. It was like feeling my body on fire, I gasped as I stroked my pecs, each touch equaling a kind of electric touch that drove me crazy.

It wasn't long before Sam came, he didn't say much, he just launched into kissing me and removing whatever was in his way to take my body in his hands, he kissed my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and bites, sinking his fingers into my skin.

- You love your new shape, don't you?

- Yes... - I murmured hesitantly.

- Who is Max? - he said placing his hands against my body, putting some pressure, I stuck out my tongue with a goofy expression.

- You.

- And who is Sam?

- Me, I only live to serve you - I nodded sticking out my tongue like a dog. He immediately crashed his lips against mine, our tongues clashing like there was no tomorrow.

Maybe it was for the best to switch bodies. Some time later, Max asked me to be his boyfriend formally, and we've been together ever since.

I got used to my new body much better, and we are happy. He is attentive, I like it when he holds me in his strong arms, he is a bit... arrogant sometimes, he hogs the limelight with my old muscles but I don't care much anymore. I only care about being able to kiss him, to be with him. It had been too long but we were finally together...

It had been a road full of ups and downs (and well, the obvious change), but now we were fine, finally happy.

I also loved when he grabs my hair tightly and stamps his body against mine, how stinky his armpits smell after working out. But those are other details.

What matters most to me, is that he's my boyfriend.

The End

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You might think that being an athlete, his average would be low, lots of muscles but little brains, right?

On the contrary, Blake seemed to have everything in the palm of his hand: fame, body, brains and money.

The perfect springboard to reach the pinnacle of success. I had always been made to feel lesser because of my appearance: lots of pimples, a spinal problem, glasses and to make matters worse, I also had braces.

To others I was just another nerd with a hissing problem and a computer geek. But I was more than that, and the control was the perfect test of my abilities.

Blake's body was the ideal opportunity to bring out my intellect, such a hot body accompanied by a brilliant mind? Success was assured.

Thousands of inventions created by me - Steve Jobs and Einstein would be dwarfed by me! The control could go on the market long after, perhaps, sell for a huge amount of money and ensure a way that no one could take my new body away from me and everything would be perfect.

But there was no use fantasizing without my lottery ticket.

I made my way to the sports area of the school, right where the pool was, the soccer field or the soccer field, even the gymnasium. There was no way I couldn't find Blake.

A few guys waved at me, which caught me off guard until I remembered what skin I was in. It felt good to be noticed, if a body like Alan's was flashy, I couldn't imagine what I'd get with my favorite stud.

I arrived at the gym, empty. For a second I thought I had failed, when I heard soft breathing, I turned to look a little closer, searching for the source. Until I saw Blake sitting on the steps, agitated and wearing his compression shirt, he watched me for a second, raising his palm.

- Hey - he sighed with a smile.

It was as if my brain stopped working, there was an awkward silence until finally something escaped my lips.

- Hi

That made him raise his eyebrow.

- Why so serious, Alan? - he leaned over to get a drink of water - Your essays not going well?

- Nah, bro - Fuck, didn't that sound too forced? - Teacher Rivera sprained her foot or something, they suspended rehearsals.

- Too bad - He nodded slightly. Another silence - Are you sure you're okay, dude? You're feeling quieter than usual. Also... Ugh. What's that smell? - He motioned, starting to sniff around him.

Holy shit, holy shit.

He walked over to me, sniffing.

- Dude... - he sighed in denial, looked up. And what followed next took me by surprise - Since before? Today you woke up bold

He murmured to grab me by the back of the neck and pull me close to him for a kiss. It was intense, but what was going on!

- Wait... - I mumbled pulling away.

- Too exposed? You're right, I jumped the gun. I'm sorry, but you just, you smell too good, dude - he smiled only to almost throw himself at me again.

Blake was gay? Alan was gay? The two of them were... together? Fuck, I'm supposed to be smart, how could I not notice?

They hardly ever speak to each other in public, they don't even belong to the same social circle and share few classes. But... Blake always goes to the theater performances, and Alan goes to all the games.

He kissed me on my neck with intensity, caressing my waist, slightly lifting my shirt to sink his fingers into my skin. I let out a sigh, it was like my brain was fried, I couldn't think anything!

I wanted more of him. I knew what my goal was, but what was the likelihood of getting this on my body? Never. And after I get Blake's body? Impossible.

I kissed his lips intensely, then moved to his armpit to sink my face into it, smelling like crazy.

- Woah, easy, looks like someone's excited!

He giggled with that charismatic smile, loaded with desire. I continued to lick and smell his armpits, filling my face with his sweat, his scent.

He grabbed me with some force from my buttocks, massaging them obscenely. I closed my eyes, panting and lost in the sensation, that I didn't even realize when he pulled out his grip.

- What is this? - he asked curiously, weighing the box. I was about to take it from him, but that would be suspicious, what would someone like Alan do with something like that? I mean... it looked like a control and already at first sight, but to bring it with you?

- I found it - I mumbled - It was lying in one of the aisles

- And why did you take it? - more than confused, he seemed curious, with a chuckle at the end of his question.

- I found it conspicuous

He nodded

- It is - He ran his fingers over the buttons, fiddling with it, he didn't even notice when he pressed the yellow button, just when he had it turned towards him - Will it work with batteries or something? - He turned it over again.

And suddenly I was holding the controller in his hands. I couldn't help but smile.

It was a strange thing, when I went from my body to Alan's, it certainly felt different, he was taller, had a slender body, but now. Damn... I felt strong from head to toe, his calves, his arms, his pecs felt like melons and his abs felt like steel! I felt so... Powerful.

I looked up, meeting the gaze of the body I'd been in just moments before.

- What the fuck? - he shouted. He looked down at himself, touching himself in panic.

I had never been good at acting. Science and math were my best weapons, acting? I could barely pass in theater. But I had to do it, at least if I wanted to fit the nails in this time.

- Blake? - I said in a frightened tone. I had to make every effort not to start groping myself like a madman.

The new Alan looked at himself in amazement, he stood in front of a mirror. He didn't say anything, he was just puzzled. And when I least expected it, he smiled. - Not bad... - he murmured caressing her arms, the frame of her waist and even taking her buttocks to shake them - Yes you do have a big butt! - he teased giving her a few slaps as he laughed.

I thought he would be more scared or even reluctant, but he seemed excited exploring his body. It took him almost no time at all to slip his hand inside his pants.

- You're not bad yourself - I murmured to start touching my new ample chest, it was so satisfying to feel those fat bulges. I was no longer puny, now I had muscles all over me! - And just smell this... - I said raising my arm, enjoying all the stinky stench that was now emanating.

Strong, musky and pungent. It smelled like a real man, an alpha male.... “Alan” kept touching himself with care, even taking out his phone to take a couple of pictures of himself showing off his arms.

- Oh yeah? - he raised his eyebrow as he started to move towards me, slowly.

- Yes... Alan.

He stood still for a second, but then smiled.

- You should let me try it, Blake.

And it was like touching heaven. Tasting all my fantasies, the future in the palm of my hand.

- Go ahead.

I lifted my shirt to give him direct access to the body that seemed to devour him with my gaze, plus his pants left nothing to the imagination.

A prominent silhouette was forming, and I didn't even feel that “excited” yet. I felt the weight of his attributes, heavy as a bull.

He knelt down to start licking my abdomen in its entirety, it felt good.... too good. Like an obedient and attentive object ready to serve. I grabbed him by the hair to rub him again and again against my skin, which made him let out a moan.

- Ah, ah, A-Alan!

- No. My name is Blake.

I demanded. Squeezing his hair, which made him gasp more.

- Blake... - he murmured obediently.

- That's the way I like it, puppy...

I smiled.

When I least expected it, we were both slammed up against the mirror, his pectorals clashing on the cold surface, and his rod rubbing over and over in the reflection.

- Ah, ah!

I nibbled on his neck, squeezing his waist tighter, the back and forth between our bodies was continuous, sweaty and intoxicating. As if we had both surrendered to simple instincts, but geez. Getting the body of my dreams and having that same guy at my feet could make me last for hours.

- I-I'm going to finish - he sighed with his eyes closed, anxious. I was about to hit him harder when I thought, with a wicked grin. I stopped the movements, which made him feel more desperate - Why are you stopping?

- Tell me you'll always be Alan.

I stroked him gently, as if at any moment he was going to take his hand away.

- What? What the hell are you talking about?

- And I'll always be Blake.

I smiled.

- Dude, I'm not liking what you're saying, I think...

I was about to speak when I pushed back against him, burying my tool even deeper.

His eyes widened, his cheek pressed against the glass as he gasped for more, thrust again and again. Enjoying the sound of the skins slapping against each other, saliva even seemed to drip from his mouth, a goofy, lost smile on his face.

- Say it.

- I-I...

- Say it! - I applied more force again. What seemed to break him was when I touched that sensitive spot inside him.

- Ah, I'm Alan! Your Blake! Ah, ah! - he gasped with a smile, nodding. I couldn't help releasing my seed inside him, immediately, he did the same, spilling that whitish liquid against the reflection.

I let it spill with satisfaction on my face. Alan's breathing looked ragged, a mess, he watched me closely.

I thought he would have a fit of rage, or try to hit me, even complain: but instead, he just smiled.

- Blake...

He muttered.

The days went on after that. I knew people could notice the “new” behavior in Caleb, Ruben, Blake, even Alan. But many preferred to ignore it, besides. What would they say to popular guys?

Exactly, nothing.

The new Logan was very meek, Ethan and Miles on the other hand? For a while they were annoying, but after a couple of talks, discipline and their mouths being occupied for more than just complaining, they became as obedient as he was.

And everything seemed to be perfect, I loved being Blake, just look at these muscles!

Everyone was looking at me, everyone was crazy about me, drooling at every step I took in this school, where I was finally the king.

Slowly I started to wear more revealing clothes. Fuck it, what does it matter?

Sexy, an adonis. At first I worried what I would do about Blake's sports, he had the brains but not his athletic abilities. But we quickly learned that the talents and abilities of our current bodies seemed to be preserved.

Ruben was quite a sensation for the works, they said he had become a little more... “spicy.” The rumors of dating girls had disappeared but mysteriously seemed to have been replaced by rumors of dating boys.

Caleb, well. He was still sweaty-smelling and fond of exercise, but he had improved his grades, as well as acquiring a new taste for superhero costumes. He almost seemed obsessed with watching the spandex stretch to highlight his muscles.

The new and improved Blake, was quite the star. Skilled at sports, more strategic than before, even ruthless? And well, more exhibitionist.

But you know what was best of all? The new Alan. He became a star of the theater, almost on Ruben's level. And shortly thereafter he spoke to me to “formalize” our relationship.

It had worked out well for everyone, hadn't it?

To be continued.

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A member of the drama club as well, perhaps not as prominent as Ruben was, although he had his charm....

The biker vibe certainly helped him a lot.

Alan stood in front of the dark-haired man to slightly adjust his suit.

- We are still occupying the theater without asking.

- Don't be such a crybaby, teacher Rivera had an accident and will be absent for two weeks, just as long as we have to rehearse before the play. It gives me confidence to use the stage.

- Pff... As you wish, Hernandez.

Alan was next to him on the stage, they went over lines while Ruben moved and the other one checked him with script in hand.

- If you plan to do something, it's time to do it - Miles muttered. We both started walking down between the seats at a slow pace, my heart pounding a thousand beats a second.

- So what's the plan? There are two of them.

- So are we

- No offense but I don't think you can against Alan's strength and the help of my body.

Miles narrowed his eyes. Then he rummaged through his backpack carefully until he pulled out a rope, I raised my eyebrow.

- I don't want to judge your tastes but I don't think this is the best time for that

- That's not what I brought it for, asshole. It's to immobilize your original body so it doesn't pose any danger before we get away from here.

I was about to complain when Miles stuffed who knows what in my mouth, tied my hands and then my feet.

I sat there with a frown on my face, looking at him with some anger.

- You'll thank me later - He said, pointing at me with the controller and pressing the yellow button - I hope you're ready - He pointed at Ruben later and clicked the green button.

Suddenly, my eyes met the light of the stage, to which I had to cover myself with a slight grunt of annoyance. There was a certain silence, although I seemed to hear murmurs, it was like being underwater, I knew that something sounded around me but I could not distinguish it.

- Ruben? - I finally heard Alan murmur. I turned my eyes towards him, and before he could answer. I saw my chest. Well-formed now, broad, thick... I couldn't even look away from the two fat bulges that were now forming in my shirt - Ruben, are you all right?

He spoke again.

- Huh? Yes, yes, everything's fine... - I whispered, unable to take my eyes off my new body. I smelled Ruben's cologne, rather, my new cologne. It took all the strength in the world for me not to let out a whimper, but I was getting impatient... I wanted to smell myself like crazy, to touch myself. God, I wanted to see what was behind those pants!

Quiet again.

- Well? Aren't you going to say your lines again?

- Y-yeah, sure. I-I... - I mumbled. It was clear I had nothing, I didn't even know what that play was about.

- Dude, are you sure you don't want to go to the infirmary? You look really weird.

- No, no, not at all.

- Are you sure you don't want to go to the infirmary? I think it's important that... - he was gently approaching me until his eyes rolled back in his head for a second, his expression became vacant and then seemed to return to normal, he blinked, looked at me and then rolled his eyes in disgust - Fuck, I thought he was never going to shut up.

- Alan? - I asked confused.

- Don't be ridiculous, it's me - the apparent Alan stepped off the stage to walk in the dark, with me following him.

- Miles? But how?

- Until you finally think, genius - He continued to move forward until he reached the area where we were before, he bent down to pick up the controller. Beside him, our original bodies moved with discomfort and confusion, trying to do something beyond just being tied together.

- Did you... immobilized yourself?

- Yes, yes, then you ask about it.

It was strange to see Alan acting that way, while, he wasn't extremely nice, he wasn't arrogant like Miles used to be either. So seeing Alan with his shoulders back, his chin up and that know-it-all look on his face was strange.

- What now?

- Geez, Ethan! - he came back on stage - Occupy your brain a little! It was plain to see what you wanted to do with Ruben's body, do it. Now you can.

For a second I hesitated about what to do. Somewhat self-conscious of the presence of Miles, or of Ruben and Alan himself who were trying to move.

I was about to just run away, but.... I'm not that scrawny, cowardly, loser nerd anymore, nope. Now I'm Ruben Hernandez, the sexy Latino that everyone fantasizes about while watching his plays.

Flexing my arms, feeling my big, thick biceps widen through my clothes, I smiled. My hands came to rest on my pecs and then squeezed them, my senses seemed to touch the sky. My expression became goofy as I squeezed and fiddled more with the reliefs.

I quickly removed my shirt, exposing my abs. I lifted the relief of the pants a little to see the guy's hidden masculinity.

- He's huge! - I said excitedly. He looked thick, dark and somewhat hairy, I couldn't imagine Ruben being so hairy down there.

I was about to touch myself again when Miles took advantage, grabbing me by the waist to pull me close to him and start kissing me. At first I reciprocated until I pushed him away as far as I could.

- What's wrong with you, Miles?!

- Nah, my name's Alan, dude.... - he murmured - And I don't know, I think I have needs today that you can perfectly solve.

We kissed intensely, his hands roaming all over my body and skin. He immediately threw himself against my neck to start kissing and licking it, my body trembling in reaction.

- Don't you like it, Ruben? - he whispered to look me in the eyes

- Yes, yes I like it - I answered to take him by the cheeks and to press our lips in a chaotic kiss. It was a tangle of sloppy kisses, tongues and saliva.

A noise sounded from the door, as if someone was about to enter. I immediately grabbed Miles to hide us behind the curtain, it wouldn't be a good idea to be found with two guys tied up.

That after all, nobody would do anything if they found “Miles” and “Ethan” in such a situation, it wouldn't be the first time that happened, they wouldn't pay attention to what they said, less when accusing two guys of theater. But it was better not to leave any traces.

We ended up leaving through the back of the auditorium, but not before taking the backpacks and suitcases that Ruben and Alan brought with them. We ended up in the gym locker room, apparently empty.

- Man, that was great!

- You're telling me - Miles said sitting down. With those airs of superiority

- Although.... Why did you kiss me?

- Ruben's body is hot, plus having you in it opens the door to so many possibilities.

- But weren't you going to take Blake?

- Yes

- And why are you inside Alan?

- Because he's hot and you needed help.

- Did you do it for me?

- Yes... And he pissed me off a couple of times so that's why too.

She picked up Alan's suitcase to open it. His smile brightened as he looked inside, starting to pull out clothes by the pile.

- What are you doing?

- This is full of sportswear! - She pulled some shorts to her face, gasping at the scent. Surely they were soaked with sweat, he immediately stood up to start taking off what he was wearing and change into a compression suit, olive-toned but leaving everything on display.

He cupped his bulge, with a satisfied smile. Then he lifted his armpits to begin sniffing himself, licked his skin, enraptured by her scent and taste.

- Are you just going to stand there? - There was something in his gaze... I don't know how to describe it but it was enchanting.

I also took off what I had brought to change, a purple sleeveless sport shirt, a little loose. But it showed from my arms to part of my abs and pectorals.

- You stink, Alan... - I muttered, closing the distance between us.

- So what's the problem, Hernandez? - he said indifferently.

To which I grabbed him hard to press myself against him. He let out a sharp gasp that made me raise my eyebrow, he was a little embarrassed, but I seemed to love it. As if something was activated for the first time in me.

- Come here.

I immediately started sucking and biting gently, which caused him to let out a sigh, I grabbed him with some force as I started touching his buttocks.

- N-no... W-wait - He tried to mumble - I-I want to be w-whoever is on top....

I let out a laugh at the comment.

I loved Miles very much, no doubt he was my best friend besides Logan, but this was the perfect opportunity to take revenge for all the times where his arrogance got in the way.

I didn't even answer him, with my new strength I managed to slam that suit down, no doubt he looked fantastic, but it was in the way of everything I wanted to do.

I bent down a little to gain access to his pecs and the relief in them, beginning to suck and nibble on them. Alan's voice and gasps echoed throughout, eager for more.

It was then that I noticed the reflection behind us, I never thought I'd see these two doing something like this. But here we were.

Which made me even more ecstatic.

I suddenly peeled off, which left Miles with an expression somewhere between awkward, hot and desperate.

- No, no. On your knees - I said authoritatively.

He watched me with a glazed look and immediately dropped to all fours. I could only lift my shirt to show him my abs.

I didn't even have to order him anything this time, he just pulled down the elastic to get his mouth going. Licking and sucking like desperate, it almost sounded like a dog drinking water.

- Your taste... - he murmured, sticking out his tongue a little more - It tastes very salty...

- Do you like it? I left it like this especially for you, Alan

- I love it....

And he immediately pressed himself against me again. We went on like that for quite a while, rubbing each other like crazy until things evolved and everything ended up all over the floor of the dressing room.

The pounding between our skins and the sweat that permeated the air, only increased the volume of the shocks.

- Ah!" Miles almost howled, Alan's entrance felt so tight, ready to serve me.

- You love it, don't you? Imagine if that's how I had you during the play - I growled - Let the whole school know that biker Alan Wood is nothing more than my belonging.

And I gave another hard thrust that thundered loudly, accompanied by a loud gasp.

- Yes! Yes!

- You want it in, don't you?

- Please yes, give it to me Ruben! Please!

And without further ado. I ended up spilling all my seed inside him, it seemed that the body I now inhabited had abstained from these things, because I ended up releasing loads of thick substance.

“Alan” just lay there on the bench with his breath hitching and gasping, a mess between his sweat and my own load.

I kept exploring the clothes inside Ruben's bag to change, it smelled just as stinky as the old one, but who cared? The new Ruben had many improvements that he was eager to show the world.

Miles ended up rejoining me after a while, he was about to clean himself when I stopped him.

- Nah, that's how you put your clothes on.

- How funny... - he muttered sarcastically, again he seemed to be himself - You're crazy if you think I'll listen to you.

He reached for a towel but I snatched it away from him.

- I told you no.

- What the fuck are you talking about, Ethan?!?

- Ruben, you mean.

- Give me the towel to wipe myself!

I didn't even answer him. I rummaged through the inside of Alan's bag until I found a black sport shirt, which seemed to be what stunk the loudest in the bag, plus some shorts.

- Put them on.

He looked at me angrily, but even he knew he had lost, so he had no choice but to listen to me.

We both left the place, Miles still annoyed as we made our way down the halls. It felt fabulous to feel everyone's stares, smiles, even a casual “hey”. Finally we weren't invisible!

- Don't be annoyed anymore - I said softly.

- Shut your mouth.

- As if you didn't like it.

- I liked it. But now I stink...

- You're not even going to stay in that body. And you said I annoyed you several times, right?

Miles watched me for a split second, as if he had discovered the missing equation to a problem. A smirk immediately tugged at his lips.

He flexed his arms, seeming to show off in public, flashed his sweaty armpits, and stopped caring about everything that stank. Advancing with a mixture of pride and mockery in himself down the aisles.

Some girls looked at him quizzically, but other guys? They almost drooled over him.

He pulled out his phone, rummaged through Alan's gallery for some typical photo of which his Instagram was plagued.

And she decided to upload a new post to all her networks with a simple text:

《 I guess you don't know what you're missing until you get hard. Lol, bye girls, my body only belongs to stinky men who are thirsty for me 》

His phone went crazy after that, but he chose to ignore it. We advanced to the library, where Logan was still waiting. Or well, “Caleb.” Sitting with his arms casually flexed, sniffing and smiling every time he took another puff.

He looked up to see me, smirking, apparently he hadn't even noticed “Alan”.

- Hey, handsome - he winked at me, smiling. That didn't last long, though, as he started sniffing like a bloodhound - What's that smell...? Smells like... - his gaze finally focused on Alan - Miles, is that you?

- Save it, Logan.

He sat down across from him. If the stench smelled strong to me, I couldn't imagine the glory in which Logan now found himself.

- Weren't you going to be Blake?

- Yes, it's an emergency stop, still following my plan - he muttered grumpily.

- Anyway... "Ethan" and "Miles" were taken to management after they were found, apparently they might get suspended for "substance abuse" after they were raving ridiculous things - Logan grinned mischievously.

On the one hand I felt bad about Ruben's fate, he hadn't done anything to me, he was just my crush. But I couldn't take it back...

- And “Logan?” - Miles asked.

- Ah, that buttery - The new Caleb bragged with a laugh - He's more dominated and awkward than ever, almost hypnotized, I'd say.

I sat next to the guys, it was unreal to think that just a few hours ago we were loser nerds, and now we were taking the place of popular, muscular, attractive guys.

- So what do you plan to do now, Miles? - I dared to ask him.

- Get what's mine.

To be continued

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See you in the next story… Who knows what body you'll occupy this time?