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I always wondered why my gay little brother kept his body like this, not super muscular and tight like mine. But now that I’m in his body, I get it. This tiny but supple layer of baby fat combined with his smooth skin that he’s moisturized religiously for 20 years feels orgasmic. It’s like I’m feeling up a woman.. until I get to his penis. But the fact that it’s not mine makes it kinky. And the little fucker had a bigger one than mine!

There’s also been this feeling in my butt. Like it really wants some stimulation or something? Oh my god, do I wanna get fucked in my little brother’s body?? Now that I think about it, if he fucked me then I could sit there on his dick and feel up my original body’s hard tight muscles and pay the respect he should’ve been giving me all of these years… damn I’m boned up. He’s gotta know how good this soft body would feel against his hard one, right?

Fuck it. He’s probably sleeping naked in my body right in the next room. I should just go and sit on his lap and see what happens….

…………………………………………………………………….

He didn’t wake up even with me getting on the bed and under the sheet. Wow, so this is what a man’s penis and balls feel like on my bare bottom. Oh my god, he’s getting hard! I knew I wasn’t imagining how good my little brother’s body feels. My original body’s penis can’t lie about how good this feels.. Uh oh, he’s waking up.

“Huh, wha—?” Said my little brother Benny gruffly from my hairy hard body.

“Benny it’s me, Nolan! We’re in each other’s bodies!!” I said excitedly.

Benny looked toward the mirror to the left of the room and watched in disbelief as he controlled the actions of the person in the mirror who looked like me, and I controlled the actions of his body. I felt his dick twitch beneath me. He liked that he had my hard earned gym body..

“But that doesn’t explain what you’re doing on my.. penis,” said Benny blushing but cock pulsing.

“I just was a little curious about how my body felt from the third person,” I said without a hint of regret.

“Oh, you egotist!” Benny said sounding annoyed.

“Come on, aren’t you the least bit curious about how *your* body feels?” I asked him in a seductive brotherly voice while I picked up my smooth plump ass and dragged it over the length of Benny’s erection. He shuddered and grunted but didn’t lose his load so easily.

I bent down and grabbed the bottle of lube off of the nightstand. Benny unexpectedly grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss. Then he took the lube bottle from me forcefully and began to lube up both of our dicks. He penetrated me and I found it natural to let him in. I was excited to see my hard body in the act of fucking. He kept lifting me off of the ground with his pelvic thrusts. I bounced on his dick while my hands greedily grabbed at his pecs and abs. He grabbed my butt cheeks with large and hairy hands and shook my ass cunt on his dick. As I saw him reaching climax, I couldn’t help but cum too. I leaned down again for a make out session as our bodies rumbled with orgasm. I giggled from how good it felt, Benny grunted masculinely and satisfied.

Suddenly we got a text from dad in our three-way group chat. We took my phone from the nightstand and read it together,

“Boys. You may have found yourselves in each other’s bodies this morning. No need to freak out. I just found out that the statue I was studying at the house yesterday is cursed to swap bodies of everyone sleeping under the same roof. Since your mother and I spent the night at a friend’s house we weren’t affected.

Anyway, the curse is completely reversible. You just need to sleep under the same roof as the statue and each other again. Oh, and not orgasm. But that probably wouldn’t happen because you boys are probably just so grossed out to be in each other’s bodies to begin with. We’ll be home tomorrow once you boys have swapped back, and then I’ll move the statue to a museum where it belongs.”

My name is Henry. Or was-

The great shift was all my fault. I let myself become obese. Lonely. I was 27 and still a virgin.

I can up with an idea to make a machine to swap bodies. All you had to do was hold the machine and point it at the person you wanted to swap with.

A convention was coming up and Tom Holland was going to be there, so I thought ‘May as well get the body of my dreams.’

The night before the convention I kept watching videos of Tom and getting hard. But I couldn’t touch myself because all my fat was in the way. So I tried to go to sleep.

The next morning I get ready and bring the machine with me. When I’m waiting in line to meet Tom, someone pushes into me really hard making me drop the machine.

Suddenly, I start feeling really dizzy and I notice people around me are the same and some start falling to the floor.

Then I black out.

When I wake up, I look around. I see my old body still unconscious. And from afar, I see Tom Hollands body, slowly starting to wake up.

‘I didn’t get it!’

I look down and see that I’m wearing a Sailor Moon outfit. Then I realise I have boobs now!

I’m in shock. I didn’t get Tom’s body and now it seems like everyone else has switched as well.

Toms body is feeling himself up. My old body is looking down in disgust.

One girl seems to be touching her breasts.

--

Zac had never been satisfied with his life. Mediocrity dripped from every corner of his existence like a slow poison. Yet, the moment he saw Glen Powell on the big screen, something inside him snapped.

Glen wasn’t just successful—he was everything. The perfect face, the perfect voice, the perfect life. Every magazine cover, every glowing interview, every post on social media felt like a personal insult to Zac. He wanted it all. No, he needed it.

And if Glen had to lose everything for Zac to take it? So be it.

Late one night, Zac called his only friend, Jordan, his voice a mix of desperation and rage.

“I can’t keep living like this, man. Every time I see that smug face, it’s like he’s mocking me. Like he knows he has everything I’ll never have.”

Jordan didn’t try to comfort him. He didn’t tell him to calm down or suggest therapy. Instead, he chuckled darkly. “So, take it from him.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Take it. If you hate him so much, why not become him?”

Zac was silent. The idea slithered into his mind, coiling around his thoughts. “How?”

“I’ve got a plan,” Jordan said. “But you need to be all in. No second-guessing, no whining. This isn’t just some prank. We’re taking his life, Zac.”

Zac’s lips curled into a grin. “I’m all in.”

Jordan worked quickly, calling in favors and pulling strings. Within days, he had secured them a spot as “magicians” at the Twister premiere.

“Magicians?” Zac asked when Jordan explained the plan.

“It’s perfect,” Jordan said. “No one will suspect a thing. We’ll make Glen disappear, and you’ll take his place. Simple.”

The day of the premiere arrived, and Zac felt a twisted thrill coursing through him as he donned his magician’s costume. Jordan, ever the mastermind, went over the plan one last time.

“When Glen steps into the box, I’ll distract the crowd. You take care of him, and... well, let’s just say the box has a few special features.”

Zac smirked. “You’ve thought of everything.”

Jordan grinned. “Of course I have. Now let’s make some magic.”

The premiere was a dazzling spectacle of lights, cameras, and celebrities. Glen Powell was the star of the evening, his every move followed by adoring fans and flashing cameras.

When Jordan approached him with the invitation to participate in their act, Glen laughed and agreed without hesitation.

“Why not? Let’s give the people a show!”

Jordan led Glen onto the small stage, where the crowd eagerly gathered to watch. Zac, hidden inside the box, felt his heart race—not with fear, but with anticipation.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jordan announced, “prepare to witness the impossible! The incredible Glen Powell is about to vanish before your very eyes!”

Glen stepped into the box, his trademark grin in place. Jordan closed the door with a flourish, and the crowd erupted in applause.

Inside the box, Zac moved quickly. A hidden panel slid open, and he lunged at Glen, pressing a cloth soaked in chloroform over his face.

Glen struggled, his eyes wide with shock, but the chloroform worked fast. As Glen’s body went limp, Zac lowered him to the floor and began the transformation.

He stripped Glen of his clothes, every piece feeling like a trophy. Once he was dressed, the real change began.

It started with his hands, his fingers elongating, the skin smoothing into Glen’s perfect complexion. His arms stretched, muscles rippling beneath his flesh. He felt his legs grow longer, his spine cracking as his posture shifted.

Then came his face.

It started as a searing heat, like his skin was melting. Zac bit down on a scream as his cheekbones sharpened, his jawline reshaped, and his nose slimmed. His hair lightened, strand by strand, until it matched Glen’s golden locks.

He stared at his hands, now Glen’s hands, and a laugh bubbled up from his throat. It wasn’t his laugh anymore—it was Glen’s.

The transformation was complete.

Jordan spun the box three times, then stopped, his voice booming. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, behold the incredible Glen Powell!”

The door swung open, and Zac stepped out, every inch of him now Glen Powell. The crowd erupted into cheers, none the wiser that the man before them was an imposter.

Zac bowed, his movements fluid and confident. “Thank you! Thank you!” he called, mimicking Glen’s voice perfectly.

Jordan grinned, knowing they had pulled it off.

As Zac walked off the stage and onto the red carpet, cameras flashed, and fans screamed his—no, Glen’s—name. He soaked it all in, relishing the adoration.

Backstage, Jordan packed up the props, including the box with the real Glen tied up inside. He whistled as he loaded it into a van and drove off to their prearranged hiding place.

Hours later, in a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of town, Zac and Jordan stood over Glen, who was tied to a chair, still groggy from the chloroform.

“Wakey, wakey,” Zac said, his voice dripping with mockery. His new voice—Glen’s voice—sent a chill down the actor’s spine.

Glen’s eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. He was looking at... himself.

“What... what is this?” Glen croaked.

Glen struggled against the ropes, but

Jordan stepped forward, his knife glinting in the dim light.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” he said with a smirk.

Zac turned to Jordan. “You know, this feels... right. Like I was always meant to be him.” He paused, studying Jordan. “But you... you could use an upgrade too.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“Why settle for being the guy behind the scenes?” Zac said, his voice silky. “Find someone. An actor, a musician, anyone. Take their life, just like I took Glen’s. We could rule Hollywood together.”

Jordan’s smirk widened. “You might be onto something.”

Zac leaned in close to Glen, his stolen face inches away. “This is just the beginning,” he whispered.

The warehouse echoed with their laughter as Glen sat helpless, his screams drowned out by the sound of their victory.

To be continued...

Check out Cody's POV by @verus-veritas here.

The next few days were a whirlwind of anticipation. I could hardly contain my excitement, my mind racing with thoughts of the new life that awaited me. I still had to go to work, of course—if Cody suddenly showed up in my place, people would be downright confused. So, while I went about my usual routine, Cody, bless him, handled all the ironing and prep work for me. Watching him do these tasks, his face drawn with unease, made the waiting game all the more enjoyable.

I couldn’t resist teasing him every chance I got. “It’s so strange, isn’t it?” I’d say with a sly grin. “We’re not in the correct bodies. Don’t worry, though—Doctor Larry is going to fix all of that very soon.” The way his jaw clenched every time I said it was almost too satisfying.

One evening, as he handed me a freshly ironed shirt, I smirked and quipped, “Why’d you steal my body, Dad? Trying to relive the glory days?” He didn’t respond, but the flicker of frustration in his eyes was enough to keep me grinning.

Another time, as I sat on the couch, I sighed dramatically. “I really miss my friends, Dad,” I said, emphasizing the word. “I just want to hang out with the guys again, you know, once I’m back in my body.”

Cody shot me a glare but said nothing. I pressed on, unable to help myself. “Thank God Doctor Larry promised this next swap will be permanent. I never want you in my body again, and I definitely never want to be out of it again.” The tension in the air was palpable, and I reveled in it.

Each comment, each loaded exchange, felt almost tantric, a slow build of anticipation and power. I was counting down the hours to the big day.

Finally, the morning of the swap arrived. I was so excited that I woke up at 5 a.m., my mind buzzing with energy. I decided to give this body one last hurrah. After all, it had served me well, and I wanted to send it off in style. I picked out my best shirt, a snug fit that accentuated my chest and arms, and paired it with tight pants that hugged my ass. I even spent some time trimming and grooming, ensuring everything was neat and presentable for its new owner.

When Cody—my soon-to-be new body—finally came down the stairs, his shoulders were hunched, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night. I couldn't help but grin. I leaned casually against the counter, the picture of calm anticipation, and greeted him with a cheery, "You ready?" I even threw in a wink, which made him flinch slightly. He looked like he was going to pass out.

"It's a shame to leave Mom," I said, my tone full of mock regret. I tugged at the hem of my perfectly chosen shirt, letting the fabric stretch across my chest. "But I know she loves this outfit. She won’t be able to keep her hands off you, Dad." The emphasis on "Dad" made his face darken with frustration, but he stayed quiet. He was always the quiet one.

I had one more little surprise for him. I pulled out a neatly folded stack of clothes I’d bought earlier in the week, holding them out with a sly smile. “Here,” I said, placing the bundle in his reluctant hands. “This is what I want to be wearing when I wake up in your body.” Tight jeans and a sleeveless shirt, chosen specifically to show off my soon-to-be muscular arms and lean frame. The thought of finally living in his youthful body, dressed the way I always wanted, sent a thrill through me.

Cody’s eyes flicked down to the clothes, his expression one of horror. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” I replied smoothly. “I’ve got to make a good first impression, don’t I? Besides,” I added with a smirk, “you’re going to be me, so you can wear whatever you want. You might even like my suits.”

His hands trembled slightly as he clutched the clothes, and I couldn’t help but enjoy his visible discomfort. This was my moment, my chance to reclaim the life I deserved. And I was going to savor every second of it.

“Better hurry up and change,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Doctor Larry’s waiting, and we wouldn’t want to be late for the big day.”

We arrived at the clinic, the sterile white walls and soft hum of machinery making the air feel thick with anticipation. Dr. Larry greeted us with a knowing smile, his clipboard tucked under one arm as he motioned us toward a small changing area. “Welcome, gentlemen. Today’s the big day,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “Go ahead and change into these gowns, and I’ll explain the final steps.”

He handed each of us a folded gown, the fabric soft but clinical. As I held it, I glanced at Cody—my soon-to-be former body—and couldn’t help but notice the tension in his posture. He seemed torn between resignation and disbelief as he reluctantly accepted the gown.

I stepped into the changing area, quickly pulling off my clothes. It felt strange knowing this would be the last time I’d ever wear them. As I tied the gown around my waist, I peeked through the crack in the curtain to see Cody, his movements slow and deliberate as he undressed. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of satisfaction. This body was about to be mine.

When Cody turned, I caught a glimpse of his face, flushed and visibly uncomfortable. His breathing was shallow, his gaze shifting nervously. That’s when I noticed it—my soon-to-be former body was reacting. He was turned on.

I suppressed a smirk. “You all right, Dad?” I asked, letting the word hang in the air.

Cody stiffened, his eyes darting toward me. “I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice tight.

I stepped closer, letting my own excitement show in the way I moved, deliberate and confident. “It’s okay to be a little overwhelmed,” I said, my tone dripping with mock concern. “After all, this is a pretty big deal. I mean, just think—soon you’ll be me, and I’ll be you.” I gestured to my own cock with a grin. “It’s only natural to feel a little... charged up.” Honestly, he should be happy, my dick is definitely bigger than his.

Several doctors had gathered and made us lay on cold metal tables. Electrodes were attached to our heads as I closed my eyes.

“Hey, Dad!” I yelled. “Don’t worry. It will be over before you know it, and all of this,” he smirked and wrapped his hands around his protruding member as if taunting me. “... will be yours..." Then, everything went dark.

---

Suddenly, I found myself standing in what felt like a dream. Clouds surrounded me, soft and endless, brushing against my toes. In front of me stood my son, looking startled and out of place. I couldn’t help but smile—the biggest grin spread across my face as a bright light began to radiate from beneath me, rising through the clouds like something divine.

Instinctively, I reached behind my back and grabbed the rope I had been holding. Without hesitation, I swung one end at him, letting it fly through the air like a bolas. The rope wrapped around him perfectly, tying him up completely. I felt a surge of joy and began laughing as I pulled him toward me, the rope coiling tighter with every yank. My laughter echoed through the glowing clouds as I tugged faster and harder, watching him struggle against the pull.

He planted his feet, trying to stop the momentum, but the clouds offered no resistance. I saw him slip and fall onto his back, gasping as the pull grew stronger. Closer and closer he came, the light engulfing us both. My strength surged one final time, and I yanked the rope with everything I had. He flew toward me, colliding with my chest, and in that moment, I felt his essence begin to merge with mine.

I embraced the feeling as his body dissolved into mine, his energy becoming one with my own. My larger, stronger form absorbed him completely, and I let out a deep, joyous laugh.

“Hope you enjoy your new body and life, Dad!” I called out, my voice echoing faintly as I faded into the brilliant light.

---

I woke up with a rush of euphoria, an overwhelming sense of joy coursing through me. Everything felt... different. Better. I glanced down at myself and couldn’t help but grin. My new, younger body was incredible—strong, light, and energized. My hands roamed over my torso and arms, marveling at the tautness of my skin, the firmness of my muscles. It felt unreal, like a dream, but every sensation confirmed it was real.

As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the movement felt effortless. No aches, no stiffness—just pure vitality. The male nurses came in to check on me, their glances lingering a bit too long, their smiles overly friendly. I chuckled to myself. They’re hitting on me. I couldn’t blame them, really—I looked amazing.

Everything seemed lighter, freer, as if the weight of years of stress had been lifted away. My mind was sharper, my confidence unshakable, and my body... well, my body was very much alive. A warmth spread through me, one that I hadn’t felt in years.

I don’t remember much of our conversation after we woke up, but I do remember saying to my dad, "I’m really happy I get to be Cody now. I can’t even begin to tell you how GOOD I feel in this body."

Then I added, "The most important thing is to keep doing what you’ve been doing these past few days, before you got your real body. Just embrace it. I’m Cody, you’re Dave. You’re MY father, and your brothers and sister are now your sons and daughter. That’s just the way it is now. I know it was hard for you to call me Cody before, but I think it’ll be easier now that I look the part. And I think calling yourself Dave will be easier for you too."

He argued with me for a while, but honestly, there was nothing more he could do. As he got distracted with the doctors, I saw my chance. I slipped into the bathroom, my heart racing with anticipation. I pulled out my phone and opened Grindr, scrolling to my conversation with Mark.

I paused looking at our earlier messages, a smirk creeping across my face. The thought of seeing him later—of having him inside this body—had me hard in an instant. It was Friday afternoon, and I was hoping he'd be chill with moving our Saturday plans up.

I quickly snapped a picture of my new body—the first of many I'm sure I'd take as Cody. Of course, Mark had no idea that was the case.

A few seconds after hitting send, his reply came through: "Fuck, dude. I need you today."

(Loved this story so translated it to English! Original story came from @bodyswap005. THANKS!)

I was never a fan of apps. In fact, I barely use my phone other than for essentials. But that night, something in me gave. Maybe it was the same old routine, that monotony that made me feel like a spectator of my own life.

When I installed SwitchMe, I did so with no expectations. I looked at the flashing screen, wondering what kind of people used this. It didn't take me long to complete the profile, although when I finished it I felt a little embarrassed: "Gilberto, 45 years old, university professor." As boring as my own life. I wasn't expecting anything, but then it happened.

"Congratulations! Your match has been found."

My pulse quickened as a profile appeared on the screen. Peter. My most unbearable student. The one who was always late, made sarcastic comments and somehow gained everyone's favor. I felt a mix of anger and curiosity. —This can't be serious. But it was.

I clicked almost by reflex, and suddenly, everything went dark. When I opened my eyes, something was wrong. My body felt different, lighter. I staggered over to the bathroom mirror… and there it was. Peter's face, his disheveled hair, his bright eyes, his athletic body. —

This has to be a joke! —I murmured, putting my hands to my face. I was trapped. In the body of my most rebellious student.

P.O.V Pedro:

It had been an incredible day. As always, everyone treated me like I was some kind of rock star. And to be honest, I loved it. Rubén and I had talked all day about the bet. Switch bodies with someone for a while. It sounded fun, although I didn't plan on doing it seriously.

That night I installed SwitchMe just to show Ruben that I wasn't afraid. I uploaded my photo and it didn't take long for the notification to appear.

"Congratulations! Your match has been found."

I laughed when I saw the profile. "Gilberto, 45 years old, university professor." My damn film teacher.

"This is a joke!" I said, laughing as I accepted.

The world went black, as if someone had suddenly turned off the lights. When I opened my eyes, I was in a strange place. The room was small, with old furniture and a pile of books untidy on the desk.

I got up, but something felt weird. My body was stiff, as if I had never exercised. I went to the mirror and there he was.

"It just can't be!" I shouted when I saw Gilberto's face reflected.

I was trapped in the body of the most grumpy professor at the university.

I had no idea how to deal with this. What kind of life did Gilberto lead? His apartment looked more like a library than a home. Old movies everywhere, a calendar filled with notes about classes and assignments, and a pile of ungraded homework on his desk.

“Is this what he does all day?” I muttered, slumping into my chair.

I grabbed the phone on the table. It only had a couple of contacts and no interesting notifications. It was depressing.

“Well, I guess I can use this to relax,” I thought, smiling at the idea of ​​skipping the classes he taught. But then I stopped.

If I was in his body… that meant he was in mine.

“Shit!”

I imagined Gilberto, with his grumpy face, walking around campus in my body. If I did something stupid, it could ruin my reputation.

Gilberto’s POV:

I spent almost an hour trying to convince myself that it was all a dream. But it wasn’t. It was all too real: the reflection in the mirror, the voice coming out of my throat. The app… SwitchMe actually worked.

I was in Pedro’s body, that extroverted young man who irritated me so much. How did someone like that live? I looked around: a messy room, clothes strewn everywhere, and a phone full of notifications.

I picked up the phone and checked his messages. Dozens of girls sending him heart emojis. Photos of parties, videos where he was the center of attention.

“Of course,” I murmured sarcastically. “The perfect life.”

For a moment, I felt envious. Not just of his youth, but of how he seemed to enjoy it. But something in me also feared what he could do with my body.

I spent the whole night awake. I couldn't close my eyes for even a second. The feeling of being in this foreign, young, energetic body that I didn't recognize made me restless. It was like I was wearing a costume, but I couldn't take it off.

I looked at myself in the mirror for hours. The face I saw wasn't my own: smooth skin, no expression lines, dark, perfectly messy hair, and eyes that seemed to shine with vitality. I never saw myself like that when I was twenty. I didn't even get close. My youth had been clumsy, gray, marked by insecurities. This body, on the other hand, was the embodiment of everything I had always envied.

I felt overwhelmed. How could someone like Pedro lead such a… perfect life? His physique was athletic, with well-defined muscles, and his face looked like it came straight out of a magazine. But that perfection only made me feel stranger.

Finally, sometime in the early morning, I fell asleep without realizing it, surrounded by the chaos of Pedro’s room: clothes lying around, a couple of empty bottles, and a smell of cheap deodorant mixed with something else I couldn’t identify.

Then, the alarm went off.

I jerked awake, confused. I looked at the clock: 9:15 in the morning.

“I fell asleep!” I exclaimed, startled.

The voice that came out of my mouth unnerved me. It was Pedro’s, deep and youthful. I couldn’t get used to hearing it. Everything in this body felt alien, like I was playing a role I didn’t understand.

I quickly got up and looked for something clean to wear. The room was in a chaotic state, and all I found was a wrinkled t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were on the chair, on top of what were clearly dirty clothes.

“I hope this doesn’t smell bad,” I muttered as I got dressed.

The smell of the room was overwhelming, a mix of sweat, cologne, and something I couldn't quite place but that was definitely teenage.

I looked around, trying to decide what to do. Going to college was the logical thing to do, but the thought of facing students, teachers, and… myself, in this state, made me feel nauseous.

I sighed and quickly combed my hair in front of the mirror. This boy didn't need much to look good, but I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his skin. Finally, I grabbed a backpack that looked half empty and left the room, ready to face a day that I knew would be anything but normal.

As I walked to the university, a single question echoed in my mind:

—How am I going to survive this?

P.O.V Pedro:

The sound of the alarm was the first thing that hit me that morning. I opened my eyes, confused, and for a moment forgot where I was. Then, reality hit me like a bucket of cold water.

It was 5:30 in the morning. Who the hell wakes up this early? I looked around and confirmed what I already knew: I was trapped in the body of Gilberto, the most bitter teacher I knew.

“This has to be a joke,” I groaned as I turned off the alarm clock.

I reluctantly got up and walked to the bathroom. The white light from the mirror illuminated my face, but it wasn’t mine. I looked at the rough skin, with small expression lines that I had never seen in my life. I moved a little closer and noticed a couple of gray hairs in my beard and hair.

“This is disgusting!” I said, running my hands over my face.

I washed my face with cold water, hoping that would make me feel more awake. But every time I looked in the mirror, the reality was worse. This body… wasn’t mine. It was like everything was in low quality mode.

I took off my shirt to check out the rest. What I saw was discouraging. My athletic physique, my defined muscles… everything was gone. This body was wide, graceless, barely functional.

“How can anyone live like this?” I muttered, feeling a mix of frustration and revulsion.

I tried to think of something positive, but everything seemed to be going downhill. Not even Ruben, my best friend, had gotten in touch. He was probably looking for the real “Pedro,” not knowing that I was here, trapped in this grumpy professor’s life.

I sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. There were still 15 days until everything would be back to normal, and every minute felt like an eternity. I looked at Gilberto’s phone, hoping for some message to at least distract me. But there was nothing.

“This is hell,” I said, dropping the phone on the bed.

At that moment, I understood that if I wanted to survive this situation, I would have to adapt. As much as I hated to admit it, I was Gilberto now, and I had to face his boring, monotonous life.

From the moment I looked in the mirror that morning, I knew this day was going to be torture. I tried to mentally prepare myself to teach as Gilberto, but as soon as I stood in front of the group, I realized I didn’t even know where to start. The students looked at me expectantly, as if they expected me to deliver an inspiring speech, but all I could do was sweat and stutter.

“Uh… class cancelled,” I said, trying to sound firm, although my voice cracked at the end.

There were no complaints, of course. The students gathered their things in a flash and left the classroom, leaving me alone with my despair.

My priority was now clear: find Ruben and demand that he help me with this. After all, this absurd situation started because of his stupid bet.

It took me a while to find him, but I finally saw him near the cafeteria, with his typical carefree smile. When I approached, his expression changed when he saw me.

“What the hell are you doing in the body of the most bitter teacher in school?” he asked, stunned.

“Exactly what I want to know!” I snapped. I told him everything that happened with the app and the “mistake” that matched me with Gilberto instead of a girl. Ruben tried to hold back his laughter, but he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“This is too good,” he said between laughs. “But, dude, the damage is already done. Now you have to endure the next two weeks.”

I rolled my eyes, frustrated.

“Two weeks in this body is an eternity, Ruben. It’s a nightmare!”

Ruben shrugged.

“Well, I guess the only thing you can do is find Gilberto in your body and make sure he doesn’t ruin your reputation.”

I sighed. It wasn’t like I had a choice.

P.O.V Gilberto:

There was something strangely liberating about being in Pedro's body. For the first time in years, I felt light, agile, full of energy. However, not everything was as simple as it seemed.

As soon as I arrived at the university, several people approached me to talk. Some were Pedro's classmates who greeted me enthusiastically; others were girls who couldn't stop flirting with me.

"Hey, Pedro. What are you doing after class?" one of them asked me, smiling flirtatiously.

I didn't know what to answer, so I just nodded and mumbled something unintelligible before walking away. This attention was overwhelming.

Finally, I decided to take refuge in the library. It had always been a place of peace for me, and I hoped it would work now, even if I was in Pedro's body. I sat at a table out of the way and opened a random book, trying to relax.

Both of their perspectives

While I was enjoying the quiet in the library, Pedro and Ruben were walking around the university looking for me.

“This is so weird. It seems like I'm looking for a professor with my face,” Pedro said, frustrated.

“The strangest thing is seeing you walking next to your most problematic student, but you being the most grumpy professor,” Ruben replied with a mocking smile.

Suddenly, Ruben stopped.

“Wait… doesn't he always spend his time in the library?” he asked, remembering one of Gilberto's habits.

Pedro slapped his forehead.

“Of course! Where else would he be?”

They headed to the library, and sure enough, there I was, sitting quietly in a corner, with a book in my hands.

When Pedro saw me—or rather, saw his own body sitting there—his frustration reached its peak.

“Hey! You!” he said, walking towards me quickly.

I looked up from my book and saw my own face, with an angry expression I knew all too well.

“Ah, hello, Pedro… well, Gilberto,” I said calmly, trying not to disturb the public scene.

“How can you be so calm?” he snapped. “This is a nightmare and you’re just here reading like it’s nothing!”

“Maybe because for the first time in years I don’t have to deal with students like you,” I replied, putting the book aside.

Ruben remained silent, clearly enjoying the exchange.

“We have to fix this now,” Pedro said, crossing his arms.

I smiled with some irony.

“And how do you plan to do that?”

When Cal came to me with his proposal, I thought he was joking. He had that mischievous grin plastered on his face—the same one he’d worn when we were nine and he dared me to jump off the garage roof into a kiddie pool.

“Okay,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Run that by me one more time. Slowly. Because it sounded like you just asked me to possess your body.”

Cal shrugged, as if he hadn’t just proposed the most insane idea I’d ever heard. “Yeah. Possess me. Just for a bit.”

“Cal, what the actual hell? Did you hit your head at the gym or something?”

He leaned forward, his hands clasped together in mock seriousness. “Look, man, hear me out. I’m just saying, you’re good at... you know, doing the deed. And I’m not.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” I smirked. “Pretty sure half the girls in town could write a Yelp review about how bad you are in bed.”

He threw a cushion at me, but I dodged it. “Screw you, man. It’s not like I don’t try.”

“No, that’s the thing—you don’t try,” I said, crossing my arms. “You’ve been coasting your entire life on your pretty-boy face and abs. And since when do you care about this, anyway? Girls keep coming back, don’t they?”

“They did,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “But word gets around. I think my, uh, reputation is starting to take a hit.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “So now you’re coming to me—your scrawny, five-foot-five, not-half-as-handsome best friend—for help. And instead of, I don’t know, asking for tips, your genius idea is... possession?”

“Look, it’s not just possession.” He reached into his bag and pulled out an old, weathered book. The pages were yellowed, the cover cracked with age. “It’s this.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Did you steal that from a museum?”

“No! I bought it online.”

“Oh, even better. Definitely trustworthy.”

“Shut up,” he said, flipping through the pages. “It’s legit, okay? Some ancient Mayan thing. Says here it was used by their priests to channel the spirits of gods or ancestors. It’s voluntary—you have to, like, open yourself up or whatever.”

“And you thought, ‘Hey, instead of channeling an ancient god, why not summon my weird little best friend to make me better at sex?’” I shook my head, but I couldn’t stop grinning. “You’re unbelievable.”

He grinned back. “What can I say? I’m a problem solver.”

“This is so stupid,” I said, but I found myself leaning forward, squinting at the text on the page. “And how exactly is this supposed to work?”

Cal’s eyes lit up. “I knew you’d say yes.”

“I haven’t said yes,” I corrected. “Yet. But go on—what’s the plan?”

Cal pointed at the book, his finger tracing over a block of text surrounded by faded, intricate illustrations. “From what I can figure out, it’s all about intention,” he said. “The person being possessed—that’s me—has to want to improve something. And the possessor—you—has to, you know, want to help.”

“Right,” I said, dragging out the word. “So this spell is just gonna... summon me? Whenever it decides you need a little extra help in the bedroom?”

“Pretty much.” He grinned.

“And then what? I just get booted out of your body after you’ve—sorry, I’ve—sealed the deal?”

“Exactly,” he said, clapping his hands once, like it was the most straightforward plan in the world. “As I get better, you’ll get summoned less and less, until eventually I won’t need you at all.”

I stared at him, trying to process the sheer absurdity of it. “So you’re telling me that some ancient Mayan priests came up with this whole spell—probably to commune with gods or ancestors—and you’re using it for... sex coaching?”

He shrugged. “Hey, it’s a tool. I’m using it for what I need.”

“This is insane.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Wild. Weird. Completely ridiculous.”

“But you’re gonna do it.” He was practically bouncing on the couch now, his excitement as contagious as it was baffling.

I sighed, crossing my arms. “I’m gonna regret this, but... fine. Let’s do it.”

“Yes!” Cal practically leapt to his feet, grabbing the book and flipping to the spell. “Okay, okay. Sit still. Don’t interrupt.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He cleared his throat, his face suddenly serious as he began reciting the words. It wasn’t English—or Spanish, or any language I could recognize. The syllables rolled off his tongue in a deep, rhythmic chant, filling the room with a strange, heavy energy.

When he finished, we both sat there in silence, waiting.

Nothing happened.

“Did it work?” I asked, after a long beat.

Cal frowned, looking down at his hands like he expected to see some kind of glowing aura. “I don’t know. I feel the same.”

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe it takes time. Or maybe you just bought a really expensive paperweight.”

He scowled, tossing the book onto the coffee table. “It’s legit. You’ll see.”

“Sure, buddy.” I stood up, stretching. “Well, keep me posted if I suddenly pop into your body. Until then, I’m grabbing a beer.”

“Go ahead and laugh,” he called after me as I walked to the kitchen. “You’ll believe me soon enough.”

As I pulled a cold one from the fridge, I shook my head, grinning despite myself. Cal had always been full of wild ideas, but this? This took the cake.

---

It happened a few days later.

Cal was out at this trendy bar downtown, the kind of place where everything looked expensive even though the drinks were just watered-down vodka with fancy names. He’d texted me earlier about some “hot brunette” he’d spotted across the room, and I could practically hear his grin through the phone.

I didn’t think much of it until I felt it—a sudden, almost magnetic pull. My vision blurred, and for a moment, it felt like I was falling, weightless, through space. When my eyes refocused, I wasn’t in my dingy apartment anymore. I was at the bar.

And I wasn’t me.

I was Cal.

“What the—” I started, but my voice came out deeper, smoother. Cal’s voice.

“Oh, hey! It worked!” His voice echoed in my head, excited and smug. “Told you it was legit!”

I blinked, looking around. The bar was packed, dimly lit, and alive with the sound of clinking glasses and laughter. I caught my reflection in the mirror behind the bar—a chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, the kind of good looks that could sell cologne in a magazine ad.

“What the hell, Cal?” I thought, feeling a mix of amazement and panic. “You didn’t think to give me a heads-up?”

“Didn’t know when it would summon you! I don’t control it myself, remember?” he said, sounding annoyingly pleased with himself. “But hey, you’re welcome. She’s right over there, by the way. Don’t screw this up.”

“Gee, thanks for the confidence,” I shot back.

I turned my head and saw her—a stunning brunette in a red dress, leaning casually against the bar. She smiled at me, and I swear it was the kind of smile that could melt steel. My legs moved on their own./ Before I knew it, I was standing next to her, flashing his signature grin.

“Hey,” I said, feeling the smoothness in Cal’s voice as if it had been tailored for moments like this. “Can I buy you a drink?”

She tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. “That depends. What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” I said, leaning against the bar. “I just saw you and thought, ‘Wow, the night just got a whole lot better.’”

The conversation flowed easily after that, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how effortless everything felt. Cal’s body did half the work for me—his height, his confident posture, even the way his voice carried over the music.

Before I knew it, we were back at his place. That’s when I felt it—the constant, distracting presence of Cal’s voice in my head.

“Dude, you’re killing it,” he said. “She’s totally into you—”

“Cal, I’m gonna need you to not talk right now,” I interrupted.

“What? Why not? I’m just trying to help.”

“Because it’s weird. Like, next-level weird. So let’s see if I can mute you for a bit… Oh yeah, that’s it. Don’t take it personally.”

“Wait, you can—” His voice cut off mid-sentence as I silenced his consciousness. The quiet was instant, like flipping a switch.

I stood there for a moment, taking it all in. His body felt incredible—like a high-performance machine finely tuned for moments like this. I glanced at the brunette, who was looking up at me with this mixture of excitement and curiosity. And wow... I mean, wow.

So this is what it feels like to look down at someone, to tower over them. It wasn’t just the height—it was the power, the sense of being able to protect someone. I felt... strong. Confident. Invincible.

And these muscles? Holy hell. Every movement felt effortless, powerful, like I could bench press a truck without breaking a sweat.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice soft but teasing.

“Perfect,” I said, flashing Cal’s grin. “Absolutely perfect.”

I won’t bore you with the details of what happened next, but let’s just say I got the job done. Better than done, honestly. Here, see for yourself.

When it was over, she was smiling like she’d just found religion, and I was left sitting there, marveling at what had just happened.

Not just the act itself, but the feeling of being Cal—strong, tall, and undeniably desirable. For the first time in my life, I understood what it was like to walk through the world like that.

That’s when it happened.

A sudden jolt—like static electricity but coursing through every nerve in my body. The room around me blurred, the brunette’s satisfied smile dissolving like smoke. I felt myself being yanked out of Cal’s body, like a hook catching me by the ribs and pulling me backward through a tunnel of light.

The next thing I knew, I was back in my apartment, sprawled on the couch. My own body felt... smaller, weaker, like I was wearing a jacket two sizes too small.

I sat up, my head spinning. “Well, that was abrupt.”

My phone buzzed on the coffee table. I grabbed it, seeing a text from Cal.

CAL: DUDE. THAT FELT SO WEIRD.

ME: NO KIDDING.

CAL: Well thanks for the help man, I appreciate it.

ME: Yeah, no problem dude. I had actually had a great time. Thanks for badgering me into doing it.

It started, like most things in my life, with a bit of harmless indulgence. I’d been out on the beach, metal detector in hand, just doing my thing. Call it a classic old guy hobby if you want—I know it sounds like one—but there’s something oddly satisfying about it. You spend your whole life accumulating things, working toward something, and yet, in your later years, you find yourself searching for what’s been left behind.

That’s when I found it. The detector beeped, low and insistent, over something solid buried in the sand. Brushing it off, I uncovered a necklace—a little tarnished but still striking. The pendant was shaped like a bird, wings spread wide, with an intricate design that caught the light just so. It looked old. And valuable, maybe. Not the kind of thing you’d expect to find washed up on a beach in a sleepy town like mine.

Being the curious sort, I took it home and started looking into it. I’m no stranger to the internet, mind you. For an old guy, I know my way around a reverse image search. After a bit of digging, I finally found a match, buried in an obscure corner of the web. Turns out, this wasn’t just any necklace. According to the article, it had magical properties—something about granting the deepest, most hidden wishes. But there was a catch: the wishes had to be subconscious. Wear it, the story claimed, and the wish would find you.

remember chuckling at the idea. It sounded like something out of a fairy tale. But then I paused, looking at the necklace in my hand, and wondered what exactly my subconscious would want, if it had the chance. Money? I wasn’t exactly rich, but I got by just fine. Love? I’d missed that boat, never found someone to share my life with. Fame? Ha, the idea made me laugh—what would an old man like me even do with fame?

I didn’t expect much from it, but it was an interesting enough piece, and it looked good against a sweater or tucked under a jacket, so I wore it. Weeks went by, and honestly, I forgot about it.

---

One day, I found myself at the gym. It was a bit of a routine for me—not the way it used to be when I was younger, of course, but I kept at it, lifting lighter weights and trying to stay active. This wasn’t just any gym, either; it had a reputation around town. People called it the “gay gym”—not officially, of course, but you could tell. The men here were fit, stylish, and, well, meticulous about their bodies in a way I could only admire from a distance. They looked like they belonged in magazines, and I’ll admit, I liked to let my eyes wander now and then.

Still, I kept to myself. At my age, I wasn’t exactly in the social scene here, and I’d long since learned to stay on the sidelines. I came, did my exercises, enjoyed the view, and went home.

But that day, for the first time, someone came up to me. His name was Mikey, and I’d noticed him before, of course. Hard not to, really. He was exactly the kind of man I might've dreamed of being, if I ever let myself dream about that sort of thing. He was young, muscular, with a powerful, chiseled build that made his plain T-shirts look sculpted onto him. His dark hair was perfectly styled, a casual yet intentional wave falling over his forehead. And that mustache—thick, neatly trimmed, lending him a rugged, almost classic appeal, like he could’ve stepped out of a 1970s action movie. He even wore glasses, tortoiseshell frames that gave him an unexpected touch of charm and sophistication. I'd managed to snap a few photos of him before at the gym when he wasn't looking.

I’d seen him around for months, usually catching glimpses of him bench-pressing absurd weights or chatting with friends, his laughter deep and easy. He looked like the kind of guy who owned his confidence, who walked through life knowing that people admired him. And, hell, I was no exception. I'd spent enough stolen moments sneaking glances at those bulging arms, that thick neck, the way his shoulders seemed to strain the fabric of whatever he wore. Every time, I felt a little flutter inside—a mix of envy and something more primal, something I barely let myself think about.

So imagine my surprise when he came up to me. Even he seemed a little surprised, his brow creasing just slightly like he didn’t quite know what had prompted him to approach. And then, he asked me about my necklace.

“Hey, where’d you get that necklace?” he said, eyes flicking from my face to the pendant hanging over my chest. “It’s… different. Kind of cool.”

I felt a little jolt of something—excitement, nerves, maybe both—at the attention. He wanted to know about my necklace? Of all things? I opened my mouth to respond, and then something strange happened. The words just… flowed. I started telling him all about it—how it had been crafted in some long-ago time by hands that shaped it with care, about the artisan who’d worked on it and how they were renowned for imbuing special powers into their pieces. I talked about the mystical properties, the magic of wishes hidden deep in one’s subconscious, waiting to be drawn out by the wearer.

Thing is, I didn’t know any of that. Not consciously. But as I spoke, it felt like I was reading from some invisible script, like the knowledge was being given to me as I said it out loud.

Mikey listened, his gaze locked onto the pendant, almost entranced. Then, he looked back up at me, that curiosity still burning in his eyes.

“Would you mind if I tried it on?” he asked, his voice a little softer, like he was almost embarrassed by the question.

Without a second thought, I nodded, slipping the necklace off and handing it over to him. He took it carefully, his fingers brushing mine—warm, rough skin, the kind that spoke of hard work and hours in the gym. He put it on, and I swear, the thing looked like it was made for him. It hung perfectly against his chest, the bird pendant resting right in the middle of that strong, solid frame.

As I watched him, something stirred in me. I felt a warmth spreading through my body, a tingling that started low and radiated outward, like a current of energy. I caught myself glancing down, noticing with a bit of embarrassment that I was half-hard. But I couldn’t help it—the sight of him, my necklace gleaming against his chest, his broad shoulders framed by that perfectly fitted T-shirt, was… well, let’s just say it was doing things to me.

“Actually,” I said, clearing my throat and giving him an appreciative once-over, “it suits you. Why don’t you keep it?”

Mikey’s eyebrows lifted, surprised but clearly pleased. “Really? You sure?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice a little unsteady, trying to hide the flush of heat that was working its way up my neck. “Consider it a gift.”

---

That night, I felt warmer than I had in years—almost feverish, but not quite. I thought maybe I was coming down with something; I’d spent enough winters nursing colds to recognize that slight ache, the subtle throbbing behind my eyes. I drank water, tried to stay hydrated, but there was something strange about the feeling. It wasn’t just heat; it was a tingling sensation that seemed to move through my limbs, settling into every muscle and joint.

I told myself it was just exhaustion. Maybe I’d pushed myself too hard at the gym, or maybe the excitement of talking to Mikey had rattled my old bones more than I wanted to admit. Either way, I decided to call it a night, pulling the covers up and letting myself drift off to sleep.

But somewhere in the dead of night, I woke up drenched in sweat, sheets tangled around my legs. My skin felt hot, almost burning, and my heart pounded like I’d just sprinted a mile. I lay there in the dark, trying to orient myself, but nothing felt right. My arms, stretched out beside me, felt heavier, thicker somehow. I pushed up to sit, but even that felt… different.

For a moment, I thought I might be having a stroke or some other senior moment, and the thought made my stomach twist. Taking a few deep breaths, I tried to shake off the dizziness, to piece together where I was and what was happening.

But as I sat up and tried to get my bearings, the space around me looked foreign. Strange shadows fell across walls I didn’t recognize. There was a faint streetlight glow filtering through blinds that weren’t mine, casting an odd light over an unfamiliar dresser, scattered clothes, and a large mirror across the room.

Where am I?

I swung my legs out of bed, almost stumbling under my own weight. The muscles in my legs tensed and shifted in a way that felt… powerful, but wrong. Instinctively, I reached for the light switch, my fingers brushing over the unfamiliar nightstand before finding it. The room flooded with light, revealing more alien surroundings. Posters on the wall. Dumbbells in the corner. This wasn’t my bedroom. I didn’t own posters. Or dumbbells.

Disoriented, I took a few steps, bare feet touching cool, unfamiliar carpet, as I wandered toward the bathroom. I had to steady myself on the doorframe—the sheer strength I felt in my grip, in the size of my hand, jolted through me. I flipped on the bathroom light and looked up, squinting against the sudden brightness.

And then I saw him. Mikey.

In the mirror was his face, his body—muscular and tanned, dark hair tousled and falling forward slightly. I could feel my heart hammering in his broad chest, watched his—my—eyes go wide as I touched my face, tracing over a jawline sharper than I’d ever had, rough stubble under my fingers.

“Oh… my god,” I whispered, hearing Mikey’s voice, deep and smooth, coming from my own mouth. The face in the mirror looked just as shocked as I felt, my hands gripping the edges of the sink to steady myself as I took in the sight of every inch of him—of me.

A thrill shot through me, warmth bubbling up from my stomach as I ran my hand over the expanse of his—my—shoulders, over the swell of the chest, down to the ridged abs, and finally feeling up his impressive package. I couldn’t stop the smirk creeping onto his—my—face, couldn’t stop the pulse of excitement thrumming through me. Holy hell. This was real. I was Mikey.

And then, with a jolt, I realized something was missing. My hand went up to my neck instinctively, searching for the familiar weight of the necklace, but my fingers brushed only bare skin. No chain. No pendant.

A part of me, somewhere deep down, was concerned—confused and alarmed, really—but right now, looking at the smirking, shirtless, muscular guy in the mirror, the overwhelming feeling was… arousal. I’d never looked like this. I’d never felt like this.

I desperately wanted to get back to my original body, but Fredrick—a lively, older Scottish man I’d met at a bar earlier that night—convinced me otherwise. He suggested we make the most of the night by experiencing life from each other’s perspective. I was tipsy and, feeling adventurous, I agreed.

The next day arrived faster than I’d expected, and I was still Fredrick. I groggily pulled on some clothes and walked over to my own body to wake him up. Fredrick, grinning, asked me to call him by my name. I hesitated, then tried, “Fredrick… I mean, Ben… wake up.” He opened his eyes and smiled, clearly enjoying the role reversal.

We decided to go for a morning walk, chatting as we strolled through the quiet streets. Fredrick confided that he loved the rush of being young again, though he assured me he understood that I’d need my life back soon. But as days went by, we continued to explore together—hiking, talking, and laughing. I found myself adapting to his body, even picking up his thick Scottish accent and some of his expressions, just as he began to mirror my own habits.

The longer we stayed this way, the less we talked about swapping back. Eventually, I was dropped off at the airport, still in Fredrick’s body, with a promise that I’d try to return next month to California. There, perhaps, we could finally swap back—if we still wanted to. Until then, I was embracing my new life in Scotland, ready to enjoy his old haunts and friends. He might have been a bit of a drinker, but he was also responsible—a solid, steady presence.

Landing in Scotland, Fredrick home country, I found myself unexpectedly forced to live as him. It was strange—stepping into a life that wasn’t mine, in a country I’d never visited, yet I was free in a way I hadn’t felt before. Fredrick’s life was his own, and I dove right in, determined to make the most of it. I went to every event I could, drank and laughed with his friends, and experienced the world through his eyes.

There were nights when I made plans to return to California, imagining the moment I’d confront my own face and demand we switch back. But most days, I simply forgot, getting lost in the rhythm of Fredrick’s life. He had a cozy flat to himself, filled with quirky knick-knacks from his travels and shelves of books with spines worn from re-reading. He was single, which suited me just fine. The freedom to move, to explore, to try on new habits, friends, and routines, was intoxicating.

Sometimes I caught myself slipping into his mannerisms—suddenly craving a scotch after dinner or finding myself humming Scottish folk tunes I hadn’t known before. My own memories started blending with his, and I noticed I even started dreaming with his thick accent narrating. It was as though our identities were melting together, his past life merging with mine.

As the weeks went on, something unexpected happened—I started feeling more confident, even sexy, in ways I hadn’t before. Fredrick’s body came with a presence, a ruggedness that felt powerful and commanding. The deep lines on his face, the slight roughness in his voice, and the way he carried himself were all qualities I hadn’t appreciated before but now couldn’t help but enjoy.

I found myself dressing with more purpose, choosing clothes that highlighted this new body’s strengths. When I went out, I noticed the way people looked at me—women would smile, and men would nod in respect. It was thrilling to feel this way, to exude a charisma that felt both unfamiliar and surprisingly natural. I moved through Fredrick’s world with a newfound energy, embracing a sensuality that felt raw and unapologetic, a side of myself I hadn’t known was there.

21st January 2021

Dr. Mikhail Varshavski, or how many people know him - Doctor Mike, is a famous succesful physician and an influencer making money out of his YouTube videos etc. Still taking a bit of his time to examine patients between his videos and interviews.

But today an elderly patient was suppse to come for a visit. Mikhail decided to make it a tv spot where the satisfied patient would come to the hospital and thanked him for treating him.

The patient's name was Arnold Jefferson, a 71 year old man suffering many conditions, such as diabetes, arthritis, hypertension and many many more. Quite common in older people.

Mr. Jefferson arrived an unaware of the upcoming spotilight was greeted by am assistant and led to a room with cameras.

Mr. Jefferson:"I was supposed to come for a vistit with Dr. Varshavski."

Assistant:"Doctor Mike wants to speak to you in front of the camera if that's ok? I am sure you have already signed multiple forms considering your privacy, while in his care. So we won't keep you long and I will go get doctor Mike."

Mr. Jefferson looked around confused. He came for a one on one dialogue, not an interview. He had no interest in all of this.

Docotr Mike arrived to the room. His hair ready, wearing his best scrubs that were ironed that day.

Mikhail:"Good morning, Mr. Jefferson. How are we feeling today?"

Mr. Jefferson:"Good morning. I.. well just as I normally do." he spoke nervously, looking at the cameras and the crew.

Mikhail spoke loudly for the microphone above them to hear and smiled way more than usual. "Amazing. We will do a standard check up and then we will take a look at your blood tests together. Is that ok?"

Mr. Jefferson nodded and was then examined in front of the camera. But they also did many photos where they were wearing masks and touched each other with elbows just to prove how safe they were while handling the ongoing pandemic.

He felt uncomfortable. "Could I please be examined alone for the part where I get to undress?"

The smile from doctor Mike's face disappeared. "Sure. Yeah. Can all of you from the crew go and take 5? Thank you. We will finish with Mr. Jefferson quickly.

The crew left and Dr. Mike was left alone with the patient.

Mr. Jefferson:"You complicated things for me, you know? I would have done this much sooner."

Doctor Mike had his stethoscope in his ears listening to Mr. Jefferson's heart. "What do you mean by that?" he said confused by what the patient said.

Mr. Jefferson placed his hands on Dr. Mike's head. "This". Flashes of lights shined between the two of them. Mikhail wanted to run away, but the force from Mr. Jefferson's hands was so strong. He couldn't let go.

Mikhail's eyes closed by themselves. He didn't see anything.

The first thing he saw as he opened his eyes was his reflection. Nothing unusual. He saw his face everyday in the mirror. But he felt anxious as soon as his body started moving on his own and flexed.

His body spoke out loud:"Oh my. It feels great to be this young again. It seems you take a great care for your body, Mikhail. Or I should say Arnold now."

Mikhail was in disbelief. What was happening? Is this all real?. "What did you do to me?"

Arnold:"I didn't hear that question for a very long time now. It will be easier to show you." he handed him the mirror. In the reflection was the same old man that he trested seconds ago. He touched his face and the reflection did the same.

Mikhail:"How are you doing this?"

Arnold:"Couldn't tell you even if I wanted to. I am honestly not sure."

Mikhail:"Why me? I am a doctor. I am not someone you should steal life away from."

Arnold:"You almost answered your question. If I don't have the right to do that then why should you? Remember my wife you treated? How you misdiagnosed her?"

Mikhail:"This is medicine. Mistakes can happen. It's not an exact science. Sometimes we don't have the power to save everyone."

Arnold:"Maybe. But my wife was special, like me, you know. We did the same thing I just did for you for almost a century. But we fell in love with the life that these bodies had. The love they had for each other, the family. We even had a new young couple found to move over to, but you just had to fuck it up. So... let my face be a constant reminder of what you messed up."

Mikhail:"You can't do this. No one will believe you. Everyone will find out. I will tell them."

Arnold:"Yeah, not really my concern. Whenever one of you does this, they end up in a mental hospital. So I guess it's up to you now, if you want to finish the shooting quietly or get a quick ticket for mental hospital for the short rest of your life you have left. So what's it gonna be?"

They finished the spot and Mikhail in Arnold's body was escorted out of the hospital. He was old now. His body ached. Every step he took was like a needle. He was picked up by one of his family members. He had no idea who it was. His son? Grandson? Maybe they'll know more about the swapping. Maybe the clues will be inside the house. Or maybe none at all.

18th February 2021

Mikhail sat in his new arm chair and held a mug in his hands. It has been almost a month since he lost his body.

One of his grandsons played with a tablet next to him.

Mikhail:"What are you doing there, Joe?"

Joe:"You wouldn't understand, grandpa."

Mikhail:"Maybe I would. How about you show me?"

Joe gave him initial instructions he would normally give Arnold, but Mikhail already knew all of this and confidently asked for him to put up YouTube.

Joe was surprised that his grandpa now knew all this, but he did what grandpa asked him to do.

They found Doctor Mike's channel. There was only one new video from the last time that Mikhail has posted anything.

The video had a bad quality. The one who edited the video was definitely an amateur.

The name of the video was: Why I decided to quit medicine

Mikhail froze. His life was all about being in the medical field. And now Arnold ruined it all.

He played the video. Arnold seemed very happy with his new body, because he kept touching his arms, his pecs and hair even while talking about how unsatisfied he became while working as a doctor.

Mikhail took the tablet and searched for more information about his old body. He found information about a lawsuit for malpractice, that the new doctor Mike how faced.

But something kuch worse caught his attention. An Only Fans account.

Mikhail left the room with the tablet and his grandson screaming behind him. But he didn't care about that now. He opened the page and immediately subscribed while entering his credit card info.

The page unlocked.

Mikhail had tears in his eyes. There were videos of his old body pleasuring himself, embarassing himself, pleasuring others...

All of that for a bit of money from horny peopl, that wanted to see the famous doctor.

Mikhail decided to send a message that cost extra money.

He sat there for a while and thought about what it would say.

"Dear, doctor Mike. Or maybe you still remember your old name, Arnold. I wanted to say something mean about you ruining my life. But after watching the videos, I have to say I miss my body. Even though I would want it back I don't expect you'd give it like that for free. But maybe you could let me enjoy that body once again from someone else's view? What do you think? It might get a lot of views.

Sincerley,

Dr. Mike Arnold Jefferson"

On the other side of the screen sat Arnold in front of the computer, his dick hard. Reading the message from his old body.

"This might be interesting" he said, grinning mischievously.

Two woman called out behind him from the bed:"Coming to bed, honey?"

Arnold smiled and turned around. "Ready for round three?"

Anonymous request from inbox

Hi, my name is Logan. I come from a quite boring family that includes my dad, my mum and my little brother. Unfortunately our family is now somewhat broken, because my dad decided behind our back to steal some money from the company he was working for. It wasn't a small ammount for all I know, so he was locked up and we all had to got to the trial.

We all had to dress up to represent our family. I hated the moment when the judge sentenced my father for several years in prison. All I could think about was the fact that I was the one, who had to take care of our family now. Which meant that I had to leave the army.

Me and my brother skipped the first few visits, because mom said that dad had to get used to being in prison and he didn't want to be seen in a bad mood. But the first visit was quite nice. Maybe except for the attack. Some prisoner bumbed into momand they both fell on the ground. It must have been a mental patient, because he started crying and screaming, that his body was stolen. Creepy, right?

Mum must have been shocked. She even missed a few turns when we were coming home from prison. I left her to relax and cooked dinner for us. When I went up to get her, the door to her bedroom were wide open and I couldn't believe what I saw.

Mom stood in front of the mirror, naked and fingered herself. Screaming in pleasure.

She turned her head slightly and smiled. I immediately left, hoping she didn't notice me.

I got my brother and told him that mom was too tired to join us.

The following days were really strange. Mom was walking around the house only in her bra and panties. I didn't wanna look, because it's my mom but ut was unavoidable.

One night, I think I heard male and even another strange female voices coming from my parents bedroom.

I eventually had to start taking care of my brother, because she didn't seem concerned, that he didn't have any food to eat etc.

I woke up in the morning to a weird feeling on my body. I opened my eyes and froze. My mom sat on my bed, my chest and boxers were uncovered and she had her hand on my stomach.

I couldn't let out a word, what was happening?!

Mom:"I have such a handsome young son. You really take care of your body, don't you? My son a soldier. How PROUD I am."

Me:"Mom, what are you..."

Mom:"Ah, don't you worry. I am just taking care of my LITTLE boy. But looking at the bulge you're packing, it seems you're not so little. Haha"

Me:"Mom... Stop it."

Mom:"Oh, come on. Don't you tell me you don't like these perfect tits. That you never wanted to touch them. And this pussy. God, you're really gonna enjoy this. And I can't wait to enjoy that dick" she said as she squeezed her tits and touched herself over the pants she was wearing.

As she finished, she quickly sat on top of me, I still couldn't react. She then pressed something against my chest, which hurt real bad. I passed out.

I opened my eyes and realised I sat on top of someone. "What the fuck?" I saw my own face smiling at me, My old hands were now placed on my hips. And I felt something below me... hardening

My body:"So, how do you like those tits... MOM?"

Me:"What the hell?!? What did you do?"

My body:"I gave you a gift. You can enjoy those tits and that tight wet pussy you like to peek on. You dirty WHORE. And unless you want to be fucked by your own body, I suggest you get off, because I am more then ready to shoot."

I moved and fell on the ground. I look down and indeed. My muscular chest was replaced by a pair of big boobs. My mother's boobs. I am my MOTHER

Me:"Mom, why are you doing this? Why me?"

My body:"Ah, you're so naive. I am not your mom, Logan. Or I should call you Cristine, now. Or better yet, MOM."

He started flexing and laughing at me

My body:"The chicks are gonna love this. I can't wait to fuck someone as a man again. Being a woman sucks."

I still sat there in shock, watching my body posing, flexing and enjoying his new reflection.

Only then I noticed the phone next to the mirror. My body noticed it.

My body:"Oh this? That's for me to have a memory. And also an insurance if you won't behave. I recorded what I did in your mother's body and If you won't behave I won't hesitate to use that as evidence to get you in prison. Unless you want to join your father and mother in prison, I suggest you behave. Now, go cook something, woman. I am hungry and now I got a job to do."

I got up from the floor, looking back at my body, feeling up my body.

I need to get help somehow

Prisoner's P.O.V.

Getting this kid's body is like a gold medal. After many years in my overweight body and then being that woman, this is by far the best thing yet.

I took out his phone to snap a few photos.

This kid has an amazing body. I can't wait to put it to test.

A message came to his phone number from LOVE<3. I browsed through the messaged. Fuck, this kid is gay. Nevermind, gonna turn him straight and dump this fucker. There won't be no more gay shit under my watch.

"Jeez. He's like a sculpture. If I had looked like this before, I wouldn't have to steal from all those people. This is amazing. Let's get this body showered and ready for Stacy."

At Stacy's house

Stacy:"Fuck. I can't believe it worked again. I was worried, that you would stay in that woman's body. I couldn't picture us like that back together."

Prisoner:"Don't worry, my darling. I found myself a great body for you to suck and enjoy. Wait till you see the dick that this kid has. Not only it is big, but the head of the cock is so strange, but hot at the same time."

They started making out. The tongues moving from one mouth into another. But there was a problem, that has never happened before.

Prisoner:"Wait. Something is wrong."

Stacy:"It happens sometimes. Remember that you're in other man's body and you're still not used to it."

Prisoner:"It's not that. This kid is gay. I think I can't get hard for you."

Frustrated and bored, the new Logan rested in the living room of his new body. The "mother" was walking around suspiciously, but careful.

Prisoner:"This is bullshit. I can't be gay forever. I need to find a better body to swap."

The younger brother rushed in with his way too loose Spiderman costume to hug his brother, who now wasn't used to it and pushed him off of himself.

Kyle:"Why did you do that?"

Prisoner:"I don't want another man to touch me."

Kyle:"You're funny, Logan. If you wouldn't have a boyfriend, i would believe you."

Prisoner:"Right."

Kyle:"Ok, so byeee."

Prisoner:"Where are you going dressed like that? It's not Halloween."

Kyle:"To Johnny's. We are having a costume party sleepover, while his older brother is gonna look after us."

Prisoner:"Who is the brother? Do I know him?"

Kyle:"Yeah, you do. You played football together. He's in university."

Prisoner:"Hmm. Interesting." I just hope it's not another gay jock like this one.

Prisoner:"Kyle? I have a cool deal for you. Wanna hear it?"

Kyle:"I bet mom won't know a difference between me and Logan. I can pretend to be him easily without her noticing. But I wonder why would Logan do that. It's nice of him that he gave me his body to try the costume, but he went to that party instead of me. I was looking forward to that."

Kyle pulled up the zip of the costume and started doing Spiderman poses.

Kyle:"Hell, yeah. Wait till the boys see how my costume first better then everybody else's!"

Read Part 1 and Part 2 by @petew21-blog

David's POV

I was still in shock, clutching the phone in my hand, Linda’s mocking tone echoing in my head. I need to stop him. The thought pulsed like a heartbeat, growing louder as I realized what was at stake. My legs moved before my brain could catch up—rushing, sprinting, back toward the beach.

I cut across the narrow path through the dunes, my father’s muscles straining under the pressure, feeling both familiar and foreign as I pushed them harder. There was something exhilarating about the strength in this body, but I couldn’t focus on that now.

I spotted Andrew exactly where I left him, lounging under an umbrella, feet buried in the sand, scrolling on his phone.

“Andrew!” I yelled, my deep voice still strange in my ears.

He looked up, squinting into the sunlight. “Oh, Mr. Harper? I thought you were headed home a while ago.”

I slowed to a jog, breathing heavily, struggling to stay calm. “Yeah, I was. Uh... David—did you see where he went?” My words were rushed, barely containing the panic.

Andrew frowned, pushing his sunglasses up. “Yeah, he seemed pissed off all of a sudden. Really unlike him. He said he was heading home. Why? Something wrong?”

I cursed under my breath. My dad... in my body... angry? This wasn’t good.

“No, it’s fine,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Thanks, Andrew.”

I turned on my heels and bolted back toward the house. He can’t do anything stupid... he can’t screw this up for me. The thought of being stuck in this body forever tightened my chest. I was starting to get used to it, but I wasn’t ready to be him. To give up everything that made me... me.

By the time I got home, I was drenched in sweat, my shirt clinging to my skin. I paused on the porch to catch my breath before slamming the door behind me and storming up the stairs. My heart pounded as I prayed I wasn’t too late.

There he was—me. For a second, I was stunned. I knew I was attractive, but seeing myself from this angle... damn. I looked good, and it felt weird as hell to admit that. My eyes lingered on my toned chest, the way water traced down my abs, and then I snapped back to reality.

He glanced at me, irritation clear in his expression—an all-too-familiar look.

“Thank God I caught you,” I said, panting, my deep voice rumbling through the room. “Dad.”

He paused, pulling a shirt over my head, raising an eyebrow. “You should probably just call me David now, right? I mean, I saw you with that lady on the beach. You obviously fucked her.”

I swallowed hard, guilt surging through me. “Dad, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

He turned back to the mirror, fixing his hair, his expression hardening. “That’s fine. I’m sure I’ll find plenty of guys who want to fuck me tonight.”

“No, you can’t!” I shot back, panic creeping into my voice.

He glanced over at me, eyebrows raised. “Why not?”

“Because,” I said, heart racing, “I called Linda. She said she was bluffing—we’re still fine to swap back as long as neither of us has sex. She won’t be back for a few weeks, but as long as you hold out, we’re good.”

He studied me for a moment, his irritation slowly giving way to relief. He knew how much this had upended my life.

He sighed deeply, tension easing from his shoulders. “I shouldn’t have put us in this situation,” he admitted, finally meeting my eyes. “But you should’ve been more careful.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. “You’re right. I should’ve controlled myself.”

He smirked, adjusting his shirt collar. “Well, I’m already dressed up. I might as well still go out tonight. I’m meeting up with Liam and the guys later.”

I frowned, concern creeping back. “Is that a good idea?”

He shrugged, a confident grin on his face. “I’m not you, David. I can handle going out and not hooking up. But hey, I might as well have a bit of fun while I’m 18 again, right?”

I crossed my arms, frustration bubbling. “Dad, we’re in this mess because you cheated. You’re not exactly in the best position to be flirting with anyone.”

He waved a dismissive hand. “Yeah, yeah. But I’m not going to waste this time sulking at home.”

I watched him walk out of the room, uncertainty gnawing at me. I wanted to argue more, but I didn’t have much of a leg to stand on either.

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Dad’s POV (two weeks later)

I know this is all my fault, but still... it hardly seems fair that David gets to fuck whoever he wants just because he messed up first. I mean, seriously—every day there’s a new desperate divorcée parading through the house, and for a gay kid, he sure seems to have a thing for massive tits.

And what does he do? Nothing but indulge himself like it's a buffet. I know I screwed up, but at least I’m trying to keep things in check. It’s been weeks, and I’ve met more hot guys than I care to count—hell, that weekend at the club, I could’ve gone home with any one of them. They were practically throwing themselves at me.

But no. I didn’t take any of them up on their offers. All I did was let things go as far as some pretty intense makeouts... not that I’m about to tell David that part. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? I mean, I’m still technically playing by the rules.

Still, the temptation is everywhere. That’s why tonight, I needed a break. I needed to get away from all of it, and Liam seemed like the safest bet. He knew about the swap, knew the stakes. I could just chill, relax, and not think about everything David was getting up to back at the house. Or at least, that’s what I thought.

But when Liam opened the door, shirtless and grinning, I knew right away tonight wasn’t going to be as simple as I hoped. I tried to act casual, but it was hard not to notice how comfortable he seemed in his own skin. He gave me a grin and stepped aside to let me in.

“Hey,” he said, “thought we could just chill tonight. You good with a movie?”

I nodded, settling down on his couch. He handed me a beer, and we put on some random movie, though I barely paid attention to it. My mind kept drifting. Liam and David had been friends for years, but anyone with eyes could see Liam wanted more than that. He was into David, had been for a long time. And, if I had to guess, David was probably into him too—at least a little. But David had this way of playing it cool, keeping Liam on a string, always hot and cold. I had a feeling they’d hooked up before, but it was more about the chase for David.

Liam shifted beside me, his arm resting along the back of the couch, and then I felt it—his hand sliding down, brushing against my leg. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but then his fingers started playing with me, teasing, touching me through my jeans.

My heart sped up, blood rushing through my veins. I glanced at him, unsure of what to do. This was dangerous territory, and he knew it.

"Dude, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice catching in my throat.

Liam smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “What does it look like?” His hand didn’t stop moving, and I could feel my body responding, even though my brain screamed at me to stop this now.

“You know about the swap rules,” I reminded him, trying to regain control of the situation, but it was getting harder with every second.

He paused, grinning at me. “Yeah, I know. You can’t have sex. So what?” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my neck, and I could feel the heat radiating off him.

I swallowed hard, nerves and excitement tangling up inside me. “And...?” I prompted, my voice barely steady.

“And this is just me wanting to have some quality time with my friend ‘David,’” he said, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he said my name—well, David’s name.

Damn, it was hot that he called me that. My pulse quickened, and I hated how much I liked hearing him say it. I was in deep now, and Liam knew it. He wasn’t just flirting—he was testing me, seeing how far I’d go before I broke the rules. And God, I was close to breaking.

His hand moved again, slower this time, deliberate. He wasn’t in a rush, and that was the most dangerous part. He was letting me feel the weight of every moment, every touch, pushing just enough to see how much I could take.

I knew I had to stop this. I had to, for both of our sakes. But right now, all I could think about was how much I wanted this. How much I wanted to be David, just for a little longer.

Liam’s fingers trailed slowly along my waistband, sending shivers up my spine. He traced the lines of my abs, his touch both delicate and firm, teasing the edge of my shirt higher. His eyes flicked up to meet mine for just a second, a silent question that I wasn’t ready to answer, but he didn’t wait for permission.

He leaned in, pressing soft kisses along my chest, my shoulders, and then pausing at my neck, just long enough to make my breath hitch. My mind was spinning, trying to hold onto any reason to stop this, but when his hands moved faster, unbuttoning my pants, I lost track of everything. Before I could even react, his hand was rubbing me through my underwear, the pressure making it impossible to think straight.

Without thinking, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and tore it off, revealing his smooth, firm chest. His skin was warm under my fingers as I ran my hands up his waist and over his back, feeling the way his muscles moved beneath his skin. It was so damn natural, so easy to give in to this. I couldn’t help but wonder—what didn’t David like about this? Why had he kept Liam at arm’s length for so long?

But then it hit me—David. I couldn’t do this to him.

But just as quickly as that thought came, Liam shifted again, straddling me fully, his hands drifting back down to my crotch. I bit my lip, trying to focus, but when he slid off both our pants, leaving us in just our underwear, any control I thought I had was slipping fast.

This isn’t sex, I told myself. We’re not breaking the rules. I rationalized it, knowing damn well David was probably doing worse in my body right now, living out his fantasies without a care in the world.

We kept feeling each other up, the heat between us building with every touch. Liam kissed his way down my body, slow and deliberate, each kiss sending sparks through my skin. When he reached my crotch, I barely had time to process what was happening before I looked down and saw him—Liam—hovering over my cock. He met my eyes for a second, and then he took me into his mouth.

A sharp breath escaped my lips, my body reacting instantly. I could feel his tongue, the warmth, the pressure. My mind scrambled for a moment of clarity. Oral sex doesn’t count though, right? I was pretty sure Linda had said that. Yeah... it had to be fine. We were still playing by the rules. I let myself sink into the sensation, the way his lips moved, the way his moans vibrated through me.

We kept going, the sounds of his soft moans mixing with my own shallow breaths. He pulled back after a while, his lips slick as he came back up to straddle me again. This time, though, it was different—my bare cock pressed right up against his ass, the heat of his body so close, so tempting. He leaned in to kiss me, deep and slow, and then he started moving, shaking his ass just enough to let me feel it—the glide of my uncut cock along the cleft of his ass, just the slightest resistance.

God, this feels so good. I couldn’t help but think how glad I was that David hadn’t been circumcised. The sensation was intense, better than anything I remembered. But even as my body begged for more, my mind clung to a fragile thread of reasoning. This doesn’t count either, right? I’m not inside him. It was all just teasing, right at the edge but not over the line.

Then, before I could say anything—before I could even stop to think—Liam spit on his hand, slicking it over my cock. His eyes locked with mine as he lowered himself down, the heat of his body enveloping me inch by inch. He bit his lip as he took all of me inside, and I could feel his body tense, adjusting to the intrusion.

I froze, the shock jolting me back to reality. This wasn’t just flirting, this wasn’t just teasing—this was happening. Too far. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked up at him, and for a second, the guilt crashed over me. I tried to pull myself out of it, to stop this before it went any further.

“No, Liam—we can’t do this,” I said, my voice shaky, filled with panic. I put my hands on his hips, trying to stop him, but his grip on me tightened, and he leaned down, kissing my neck again, his breath warm against my skin.

“We’re already doing it,” he whispered, his voice low and sultry, his hips slowly rocking against me, making it impossible to think straight. The pleasure was overwhelming, dragging me back in, even as I knew I should stop.

Liam looked down at me, his eyes dark with lust, and took my hands, placing them firmly on his waist. “Doesn’t that feel good?” he asked, his voice a low, teasing murmur. And damn, he was right. It felt incredible. The way our bodies moved together, the heat, the pressure—it was like we fit perfectly, like we were made for this.

He started bouncing up and down on me, his rhythm smooth and controlled at first, but soon we found a pace that worked for both of us. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure crashing through me, and I could feel him tightening around me, making it harder to hold back. The thought of stopping now was impossible.

“Just think,” he whispered, leaning closer as he rode me, his breath hot against my ear. “If you cum now, we can do this whenever you want.”

My brain fought against the pull, but my body was fully on board, and the way Liam was moving, the way he knew exactly how to push me over the edge—it was clear he’d done this with David before. It was almost too perfect, too precise. And then, right as I was trying to regain control, he reached down and tweaked my nipples.

Something snapped in me. It was like a switch flipped, and suddenly I was the one driving, picking up the pace, thrusting harder as my hands gripped his waist. The sensation was overwhelming, all the guilt and hesitation drowned out by the raw physical pleasure. Liam leaned into me, moaning softly, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

Before I knew it, I was unloading deep inside him, the intensity of the release leaving me breathless. My mind went blank for a second, lost in the feeling.

Read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 by @cobraas-blog and Part 4 by me.

(Gramps' POV)

Leaving Evan’s penthouse that night, the injections tucked into my backpack felt like a ticking time bomb. I told myself I wouldn’t use them. It wasn’t right to take Dar’s body permanently. He’d given me so much in the past few months, enduring the physical toll of his own life while I reveled in the vigor of his youth.

But over the next week, the temptation gnawed at me. The doses whispered from my backpack, Evan’s words echoing in my mind. “Think about what you want, Dar.” I tried to push it away, but my infatuation with this body was just so powerful. Eventually I gave in.

The first dose happened because of my first visit to the gym in this body. The atmosphere was electric, and I could feel eyes on me as I worked out. The subtle glances and lingering stares fed my growing desire. Every appreciative look, every casual nod of admiration sent a thrill through me.

“Nice form,” someone murmured as I passed, their voice tinged with envy.

Another gym-goer, catching my eye in the mirror, bit his lip before flexing back at me. Fuck, you could tell he wanted me.

I was drawing attention, and it felt intoxicating. By the time I reached the locker room, I was on fire.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I flexed, watching the muscles ripple under my skin. I felt an overwhelming surge of lust and desire. My fingers traced the contours of my abs, and I could see the raw, primal attraction in my own eyes. It was a moment of pure vanity, a glimpse into a future I could have if I chose to stay.

Before I knew it, I was reaching into my bag. The auto-injector felt cool and smooth in my hand, a stark contrast to the heat coursing through my body.

I pressed the injector to my thigh and felt the quick, sharp jab as it delivered the dose. The effect was immediate, a rush of adrenaline and arousal that made my breath catch. The thought of being one step closer to keeping this body forever made me even hornier.

I stumbled into the showers, my hands shaking with desire. The water was cold at first, shocking my system, but I barely noticed. My mind was a whirlwind of sensations and thoughts, each one pulling me further into the abyss of temptation.

I started jerking off, the water cascaded over my body, amplifying every touch and movement. My mind raced with images of what life could be like if I stayed this way … maybe I’d let those guys out there do more than just stare.

As I came, a wave of guilt crashed over me.I leaned against the shower wall, panting, the reality of what I’d just done sinking in. I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again. I had to be stronger, for Dar’s sake.

But a few days later, it happened again. I went to the beach, eager to enjoy what was clearly going to be one of my last days with this body. The moment I stepped onto the sand, it was clear I was the center of attention. Guys were eyeing me, their gazes lingering appreciatively over my physique.

As I laid out my towel and soaked up the sun, I noticed how many of the guys were blatantly checking me out. It wasn’t just looks—they were practically undressing me with their eyes.

“Fuck” i thought to myself “how could I ever give this up.” I pulled out the auto-injector from my bag and took another dose. The rush was invigorating. I spent the rest of the day basking in the sun, a smug smile on my face as I thought about how close I was to making this body mine forever.

On the drive home, I couldn’t resist feeling up my muscles, savoring the firm contours under my fingertips. “Just one more dose” I kept thinking to myself.

When I got back, I ended up jerking off in the shower, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the excitement of the body I was about to make permanent. It felt incredible, but afterward, I was horrified.

I promised myself I wouldn’t take the last dose, and I texted Evan just to make sure

“Hey Evan, no matter what I say, do not give me the final dose.”

Evan’s reply came quickly. “What’s the matter? Did you take the other doses?”

I hesitated before responding. “Yeah … I just couldn’t help myself.”

 “You know, it’s just one more prick,” he replied. “Dar would be none the wiser, and you’d get to keep that amazing body. Think about it—do you really want to go back?”

I felt a pang of uncertainty but responded firmly. “I’ve made up my mind. I can’t do that to him.”

Evan’s final text carried a mix of understanding and flirtation. “Alright, Dar. If that’s your choice, I’ll respect it. Even though its a shame that body has to go back to your straight grandson.”

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Two Days Later

As I sat in Dar’s room, preparing for the swap back tomorrow, a mix of anticipation and dread settled over me. Dar had been struggling mentally these past few weeks, but my old body was thriving. Dr. Jacob’s latest results showed my heart function had dramatically improved, now comparable to someone ten years younger.

Dar had gone to bed early, brimming with excitement about swapping back. He had talked about all the things he planned to do—hanging out with friends, getting back into his gym routine, and eating a massive cheeseburger, which he couldn’t do on the restrictive diet Dr. Jacobs had him on.

I glanced over at the Grindr app on my phone, my search for a hookup had yielded lackluster results. I knew I wanted to get railed at least once before I swapped back. But despite the incredible physique I was rocking in Dar’s body, the potential partners seemed far from thrilling.

Naturally, my mind wandered back to the satisfying encounter I’d had with Evan. And I could trust him not to make things weird with Dar when we swapped back – he knew what was going on after all.

With a sigh, I opened the messaging app, my thumb hovering over Evan Fox’s contact. My fingers moved almost on their own as I typed, “Hey Evan, swap back is tomorrow. I still don’t want the final dose, but I’m curious about what it feels like to be with a real man in this body. Interested?”

Sending the message gave me a rush, a flutter of excitement that settled into a partial boner as I awaited his reply. The response came quickly, his words tinged with playful flirtation: “Sure, see you soon ;)”

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(Evan’s POV)

I opened the door, and there he was—Dar, or rather, Gramps in Dar’s body. He looked absolutely stunning, his tight shirt hugging every contour of his fit, muscular frame. My eyes couldn’t help but linger, tracing the definition in his arms, the way his chest filled out the fabric. Fuck, he’s so hot.

“Hey, Dar,” I said warmly, but my gaze was doing more than just a polite greeting—I was practically undressing him with my eyes.

Dar returned my look with a small, appreciative smile, a mix of confidence and something almost shy. It made him even hotter, that blend of strength and vulnerability. “Thanks, Evan,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness that only added to his appeal.

I gestured for him to follow me into the living area. As we walked, I couldn’t resist bringing up the topic that had been on both our minds. “So, I’ve got to mention,” I began, keeping my tone casual, “I still have the final dose if you’re reconsidering. Just a quick injection, and it’ll be set before the swap tomorrow morning.”

Dar shook his head, though his hesitation was clear. “I can’t do that to him, Evan. I’ve already taken things too far.”

I nodded, respecting his decision for now, but the thought of how close he was to keeping this body forever lingered in the air. “I get it,” I said, offering him a smile as I moved to the kitchen. “How about a drink? We can watch a movie in bed, cuddle a bit.”

Dar agreed, and I handed him the drink. As we laid down into my bed, I couldn’t resist complimenting him, letting my hands roam as I did. “You know, this body is incredible,” I said, my fingers lightly grazing over his bicep. “These arms…” I trailed off, squeezing the muscle, feeling the power beneath his skin.

He chuckled softly, his tension easing a bit. “Thanks.”

I stepped closer, my hand moving to his chest, fingers brushing against the hard lines of his pecs. “And this chest,” I murmured, “perfectly sculpted.” My eyes met his, the air between us thickening with unspoken desire.

Dar’s breath hitched slightly, and I could see the conflict in his eyes, the pull between what he knew was right and the temptation of the moment. As my hand trailed lower, resting on his abs, I whispered, “Imagine waking up in this body every day—forever.”

My hand slid around the elastic band of his briefs, fingers teasingly dipping below before I gently but firmly tugged on his balls. The gasp that escaped his lips sent a thrill through me.

I felt his cock harden in my hand, the heat and firmness of it fueling my desire. My fingers wrapped around it, stroking slowly, savoring the way his body responded.

Without breaking contact, I moved my other hand lower, my finger pressing against his tight hole. I began to loosen him up, all while my lips found their way to his abs, kissing and worshipping every inch of them. “Take off your shirt,” I murmured, and he complied, his movements a mix of urgency and anticipation.

With his chest now bare, I continued to worship his abs, trailing kisses down the defined ridges, my hands exploring every part of his body. My fingers worked his hole, feeling it give way as I gently prepared him.

The next step was inevitable. I pulled off his pants and briefs in one smooth motion, fully exposing him to me. His cock stood proudly, begging for attention, and I wasted no time. I lowered myself, taking his length into my mouth while simultaneously pushing my fingers deeper into his ass. The dual sensations made him shudder, his body trembling with pleasure.

I could tell he was ready, and so was I. After loosening him up enough, I stood, stripping down in front of him. My own uncut cock was already dripping with an insane amount of precum, making it slick and ready. The need for lube was nonexistent—I was more than prepared.

Positioning myself, I guided my cock to his hole, the tip pressing against him. I could see the anticipation in his eyes, the way his body tensed and then relaxed, opening up to me. With one smooth, unhurried motion, I slid right into him, the tight warmth surrounding me as I filled him completely.

The sensation was incredible, a perfect blend of heat and pressure, and I began to move, slowly at first, savoring every inch as I thrust deeper into him. His body responded perfectly, and I could see the mix of pleasure and desire written all over his face. This was what he wanted, what he needed, and I was more than happy to give it to him.

For the next twenty minutes, I took my time with him, fucking him in every conceivable position, making sure we both experienced the full extent of pleasure his body could offer. I started slow, savoring each thrust, each moan, each gasp that escaped his lips. We transitioned from him on his back, legs draped over my shoulders, to him riding me with reckless abandon, his eyes locked onto mine, full of lust and desire.

As we built toward our climax, I guided him back into a classic missionary position. I leaned down, our foreheads touching, feeling the heat radiating between us. I could sense he was close, his breath coming in ragged bursts. I slowed my pace, stroking his cock with a firm, deliberate grip while I pumped into him in a deep, unhurried rhythm.

“Come for me, Dar,” I whispered, my voice thick with need. “I want to feel you explode.”

His response was immediate. With a strangled cry, his body tensed, and I felt him pulse in my hand as he came hard, his cum splashing between us. The sight of him lost in pleasure, combined with the tightness of his body clenching around me, nearly sent me over the edge, but I held back, wanting to prolong the moment.

Once he finished, I didn’t give him time to recover. I flipped him onto his side, spooning him, my chest pressed against his back. I slid back inside him, the new angle eliciting a low moan from both of us. I wrapped my arm around his torso, holding him tight as I began to thrust again, the deep, rhythmic movements driving us both wild.

“This feels so fucking good,” he murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction.

“Yeah?” I grunted, my breath hot against his ear. “You love being fucked like this, don’t you?”

He nodded, his head rolling back against my shoulder, lost in the sensations. “Don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

I didn’t stop. I kept fucking him, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge. The combination of his warmth, his tightness, and the sheer pleasure of knowing he was mine to keep was too much to resist. With one final, powerful thrust, I came hard, filling him completely, the orgasm wracking my body with intense pleasure.

Afterward, we lay there in silence, our bodies still intertwined, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I could feel the weight of what I’d just done settling over me, but instead of guilt, all I felt was a deep sense of satisfaction.

“Stay the night,” I said softly, my lips brushing against the back of his neck.

He shifted slightly, his hand reaching back to hold mine. “I will,” he replied, his voice heavy with sleep. “As long as you keep your dick inside me.”

I chuckled, pulling him closer. “I can manage that.”

He drifted off to sleep shortly after, his breathing steady and even. But as I lay there, my mind was far from restful. I thought about my own body, how perfect it was now, and how glad I was that I’d found a way to make the swap permanent. Dar had done so much for me, endured so much—I owed it to him to give him the same opportunity.

Once I was certain he was deeply asleep, I carefully reached into the bedside table, my fingers finding the cool metal of the remaining auto-injector. My heart pounded with excitement and a touch of apprehension. I knew this was the right decision.

With one quick motion, I jabbed the injector into Dar’s leg. He stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent, but didn’t wake up. The small act sent a surge of arousal through me. Knowing that he’d now be in that body forever, just like I was in mine, made me feel powerful—excited for the future we’d share.

My cock, already semi-hard from the thrill of what I’d just done, quickly rose to full attention. I didn’t hesitate. I slid back into Dar’s ass, my movements gentle so as not to wake him. I kissed his neck, savoring the taste of his skin as I thrust slowly, the sensation overwhelming me. This was it—he was mine, and I was his, and we could have nights like this whenever we wanted.

Epilouge

1 month later (Evan’s POV)

What Dar didn’t know certainly wouldn’t kill him—at least not his current body. His grandson, however, not so much.

Having taken all four doses of the CRISPR treatment I developed, Dar permanently settled into his new body. The treatment had altered his genetic connection so profoundly that he was no longer “sufficiently related” to his old body to undergo the swap. But neither he nor his grandson knew that.

When Dr. Jacobs initiated the swap that next day, it was too much on Dar’s old body and caused him to pass away. Dr. Jacobs caught on almost immediatley, but was more than willing to keep a tight lid on the whole situation.

As for Dar, he seemed to cope surprisingly well. He’d come to me, seeking comfort and support after the incident. One evening, as we lounged together, his hand resting casually on my knee, he looked at me with a mix of vulnerability and affection.

“Evan,” he said softly, his eyes meeting mine with a hint of nervousness, “I… I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. It’s been so hard, but you’ve been there for me.”

I smiled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Of course, Dar. I’m here for you, always.”

He took a deep breath, his voice wavering slightly. “I’ve been thinking. I know it’s soon, but I’d really like you to be my boyfriend. You’ve shown me so much kindness, and… and I just feel a connection with you.”

His words made my pulse quicken, and I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “Dar, I’ve felt the same way. I’d love to be your boyfriend.”

His eyes sparkled with a mixture of relief and anticipation. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ve been wanting this for a while.”

As we moved closer, the heat between us intensified. I could feel the electric charge in the air, the promise of something more. With a teasing smile, I ran my fingers along his jawline and down his neck, feeling his pulse quicken.

“Why don’t we make the most of tonight?” I suggested, my voice low and inviting.

Dar’s eyes widened with desire, and he nodded, taking off his shirt. “I’m ready if you are.”

Tyler: 

“Son! Hurry home as soon as you can! I’ve got l some important news.”

Oh geez, I wonder what it could be. I already had an idea…

My dads been going through some financial issues lately and I know he’s been highly considering in participating in the swap clinic.

 I still don’t know how I feel about it. Spends weeks inside of a strangers body? Sound really weird to me.  But I know he needs the cash so I guess I won’t judge. 

I just hope he’s not in some old guy or some weirdo. You never know when it’s just you going in. 

I started texting him, “ I’ll be home in a few.” 

“Great! I’ll see you soon!” 

Gosh, he seems excited… 

Heading home, I just finished up with my last class for the day and I was honestly tired. But I can at least muster enough energy for dad. 

I go to open the door and the first thing I see is someone I wasn’t expecting… it’s Arthur…. 

Arthur’s this guy on my campus that I’ve quietly had a crush on. We run in the same social circles but we’ve never hung out one on one. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to why I was so shocked to see him sitting on my couch… 

He grins at me and says, “Hey! You’re finally here!” 

“Uh…hey Arthur, have you seen my dad?” 

“Haha son don’t be silly! It’s me!” 

“Me who?” 

“It’s me your dad! I didn’t know you knew Arthur! I knew he wen’t to your school but that’s awesome that you know each other.” 

My eyes got wide and it sunk in. My dad went to the swap clinic and was matched with Arthur. Fuck! 

“Son, is everything okay?” 

“Uh, this is just a lot to process.” 

“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t know– I thought maybe if I swapped with someone around your age that maybe we could bond a little more.” 

I was basically having tunnel vision by this point. 

Still not responding to dad or Arthur (I don’t really know what to calm at this point.)

All I knew was that I needed to sit down. 

“I might need just a minute.”

“Oh no worries! I’m going to go take a shower really quick. I went for a jog and I stink haha!”

Oh god, dad in Arthur’s body showering… this is too much.

I go to sit down and dad heads to his room.

I needed to calm down, I repeat to myself that this isn’t permanent.

Sides, dad didn’t know and I especially didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

I get up to talk to him before he got into the shower.

I open his bedroom door and found him fondling Arthur’s freaking bulge!!!

“Oh shit!!”

“Son!”

I go to close door but dad stops me.

“Tyler, don’t go let’s talk! This is obviously bothering you!”

“ Yeah! It is dad! You swapped bodies with the guy I liked!” Oh god, I can’t believe I just said that…

That’s when his face turned pale. He was quiet for a second and I was too.

“I’m so sorry— if I had known I wouldn’t have-”

“I figured, listen I’m not mad at you.”

“Well… if it’s anything I think Arthur like you too.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I’m him right now, so I can tell that his body gets a little… what’s the best words… excited… when you walked in today.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

I looked over at his face and we make the weirdest eye contact.

“ Listen, we don’t have to make this weird Tyler. While I’m in this body, I’m Arthur. Don’t get wrong, I’ll go back to being your dad once this is all over. But I want to go out to bars and do stuff that you like to do. I guess what I’m saying is that we can be buds.”

I really wasn’t sure what to say back. But at the same, maybe it’ll be fun. Teaching him how to be any age again.

“Fine! But on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You have to act like your age. If you’re going to be ‘Arthur’”

Tyler:

“Oh he’s going to feel that this morning.” I say standing over my dad or Arthur as he likes to be referred to now.

Last night, I drank him under the table.

We started drinking at this one restaurant downtown.

And for some reason why he thought he could handle it since he’s in such a younger body.

And he was doing a pretty good job until about 2 am when we both had to stumble home together.

I tried my best to get into my bed own bed but he begged for me to stay with him.

I was sure if it was the alcohol or what but he didn’t seem like my dad to me. If anything he felt like he was actually Arthur for the first time.

Of course I crawled into bed with him and it wasn’t two seconds before he passed out.

I had trouble falling to sleep, mainly because I had my dad inside of my crushes body laying next to me. And feel his warm breath right next to my ear…

Ugh, I love him but I could kill him! I wonder how Arthur’s doing with his new body.

I mean my dad’s not a bad looking guy for his age.

Always stayed in shape and never stayed single for too long. Oh man now I thinking Arthur in my dad’s body which is another level if wrong.

I better make some coffee—

By the time I got done making a pot I could here groans coming from the other room.

I walk into his room and he Arthur’s smile come across his face.

“We went pretty hard last night didn’t we?”

“Uh, we? You were the one plastered. Here’s a cup of coffee.” I say handing it to him.

“Thanks! And I wasn’t that bad! How did we get home again?”

“I basically carried you up the stairs.”

“Right… sorry about that I have been able to drink like that in years.”

“It’s okay, I had fun…so what should we do today?”

“Well from how I feel— not much haha.”

“Good point.”

All of the sudden, dad gets out of bed. And that’s when I noticed he was completely naked.

Dad runs to go vomit in the bathroom but all I could do was stare at Arthur’s junk flying around in the air.

I felt a sensation stirring in my pants from the sight until I hear barging noises from the other room.

“You okay in there?”

“Yeah! Never better!”

I peak around the corner and his body laying on the floor with his head and arms wrapped around the toilet seat.

After awhile he finally gets up and walks back to room and somehow missed that he was fully nude.

He just starts talking to me.

“I feel awful.”

“Yeah maybe you should lay back down.”

He crawls back into bed and before I leave he asks me to join him.

“We can watch a movie together, if you want.”

I decided to join him and get under the covers—trying to keep some distance from his nude body.

After an hour in he starts nodding off again…

Which I soon follow him.

Some time passes and I wake up from my nap.

And the first thing I notice is that dad in his sleep somehow started cuddling up against me. And I can feel Arthur’s dick pressing against my back.

When I try to move away, he only pulls me in closer…

And now I’m turned on. I reach down and try to move his dick off of me.

But now I have it my hand and I just hold it.

That’s when I feel his foot start to rub up on mine.

I manage to pull my pants down and start grinding my bare butt against him.

And he starts to thrust against me.

I take his hand that’s wrapped around me and started kissing his fingers.

And then I slowly maneuver it down to my crotch.

That’s when something surprising happened… I feel his hand start to pump my hard member.

I was about to say something but honestly I didn’t want him to stop.

But he must of sense something because he says to me in the softest tone, “I’m not your dad… I’m Arthur…”

And all I say is, “then why don’t you kiss me, Arthur?”

With I turn around and we both start to make out.

Our legs wrapped around each others.

Both of us loosing all control…

I kiss down his chest and work my way down to his crotch. I couldn’t believe I was doing this!

Running my tongue all over I to his dick which still had a distinct smell of balls sweat.

He starts moaning as i start sucking on his head while working my hands around his shaft and balls.

I pull the blanket away just so I can see it in all of its glory.

It was like the most perfect set I’ve ever seen.

“Wow!”

“What is it Ty? Should we stop?”

“No way! It’s too late for that but this maybe the best package I’ve ever seen.”

“Haha thanks I guess!”

“Well it’s yours now, you should be proud of it.”

He smiled at me and went back to work.

It didn’t take before he climaxed.

Then it was my turn! It felt so good having his soft lips wrapped around my member.

I couldn’t handle it! It only took me a couple minutes before I busted.

I felt a little embarrassed but the new Arthur reassured me it was okay.

Both of us laid bed together will I cuddled up to his chest.

I was a chubby boy who always went unnoticed at Halcones High School, I didn't really do well in my grades, nor did I stand out in sports, since I always hid in the locker room bathrooms to avoid entering sports class. And in my home everything was almost the same or worse since I lived with my father, a man who really didn't care what his son did, and my mother, who was always in the betting room, spending the money she got by selling catalog products. Well, you see, my life is quite monotonous and meaningless, since when I get to my room, the only thing I do is think about….

Okay, I'll tell you what goes through my mind every day, there is a boy in my high school who is better than everyone else, his name is Bryan, he is the typical popular boy who is always in sports class and is a fan of Marvel, because they always show off their photographs in a tight Spider-Man suit on their networks. I exchanged a few words with him during a chemistry class, where the teacher designated us as a pair for an experiment. He was kind of stupid, but very sweet, and I loved that about him. In high school no one knew I was gay, and I never really wanted everyone to find out. Curiously, for the experiment we needed a sample of human hair, so Bryan kindly offered to give us some of his own, that was the worst mistake he could have made.

I didn't object at all, and when I saw him cutting those beautiful golden locks, I shuddered. When he finally gave me the sample, we proceeded to do the experiment for the class, that day nothing else happened, since everything happened normally. . Chemistry class finally ended, to which Bryan surprisingly kindly bid me farewell. In my head I thought he was the most spectacular boy in the universe. So I admit that I started to become a little obsessed with him hehe. During the chemistry class we had had that day, I saved a little of Bryan's hair, since it was a lot and we only used a little for the experiment, this was really my most precious possession, and I was not going to get rid of that precious golden hair of Bryan.

The days passed and when it was time for chemistry classes, I was one of the first to arrive, which seemed a little strange to the teacher, because I never arrived early to his class, but I don't care, since I don't I can waste time since it is the only class in which I can share the work table with Bryan, it is my favorite part of my day so in recent weeks we have talked a little more and created a little friendship. I can't believe the most handsome boy in high school is becoming my friend.

The chemistry teacher asked us to do a project of doing an experiment ourselves to present in class on Monday, so obviously the whole class complained since it would ruin their weekend, so I told Bryan that If he had something to do, don't worry, because I could do the project because I had nothing better to do, to which surprisingly he told me that if I wanted that same day we could do it at his house, to which I, fascinated, accepted without hesitation. , so he told me to get there at seven in the afternoon.

That afternoon passed very slowly, I couldn't stop looking at the clock, to be able to get to his house, until the moment arrived, the time I had been waiting for so much was there, I took all my things and headed to his home. When I arrived and knocked on the door, that's when I saw him… It was Bryan, wearing a tight training shirt impregnated with his characteristic aroma of an athletic teenager.

Which I dissociated for a bit, until Bryan told me that if I wanted to come by or be on the porch for another hour, I obviously smiled at him and proceeded to enter his home. When I did it I was surprised because he had everything that I didn't, his mother was in the kitchen baking some chocolate cookies, and his father was in the living room, painting a beautiful painting, and surprisingly he had a little brother who ran to hug him, since they had a wonderful relationship, I felt only envy to see how he had everything I wanted most: a beautiful life, with a family that loved him and with a spectacular body that anyone would fall in love with. To which I only hid my envy and Bryan proceeded to take me to his room, which I can describe as the typical tough boy room with a musky scent, with sweaty socks and shirts on the floor, so I got ready to work on the room. project just for the pleasure of sharing a room with Bryan.

The hours passed and Bryan fell asleep, so when I realized this, I couldn't resist anymore and slowly I took one of Bryan's dirty boxers and put it in my backpack, I got very nervous but I had done it, that same day night I finished the project, a while later Bryan woke up and told me that he was sorry, that he didn't mean to fall asleep but after soccer practice, he couldn't take it anymore, to which I told him that there was no problem, but that It was time to go home, to which he told me he was fine and patted me on the back, to which I shuddered and couldn't take it anymore.

When I got home, I quickly ran to my room, there was no one in my house, so I took out that boxer that I had stolen from Bryan's room, I was so obsessed with it that I began to think about the possibility of being him, Throughout that night, I imagined myself being Bryan and enjoying his incredible life. So that weekend I headed to the center of my city to go to a very lonely spiritualist bookstore, but I dared to enter. Inside that store I ran into a very strange man who seemed to know me, I was totally bewildered and stayed silent while he told me that he already knew what I was coming for and that he could help me, so from one moment to the next he gave me a book, also telling me that in it I would find the answers to my greatest desire, when I was finally able to formulate words with my mouth I told him what the cost was, to which he told me none, that I should just go and do what I wanted. I proposed

The night of that day I proceeded to read that entire book, learning that there were some ancient spells that said I could take over the body of another person if I completed a spell, at that moment my whole body entered a state of surprise, and I continued reading. In the other remaining lines, the spell asked me for some things about the body that I wanted to take over. It seemed that luck was finally on my side because I already had that boxer that I had stolen from Bryan's room. I continued reading and he also asked me for something belonging to the body that I wanted to occupy: such as nails, hair or saliva, so I quickly proceeded to look for that lock of hair that Bryan had given me for the chemistry experiment.

When I finally had all the ingredients I needed to make the potion, I questioned whether I wanted to continue with this, so I reflected and my mind was only dominated by all those thoughts of envy and the dream of having the life I had always had. dreamed of. So without thinking I continued, the book asked me that I had to let that potion rest for twenty-four hours to be able to take it and for the spell to take place without any problem.

I spent the whole Sunday waiting, and I admit that I kept thinking that if this worked, I would be Bryan, just thinking about it made my body shudder completely, that day was eternal which later came to Monday at which that I decided to go to school to observe Bryan and study how he behaved with all his friends, throughout the time he was in high school I did not lose sight of him, I even secretly attended his soccer practice, to see how he acted with others. Later in chemistry class it would be the last time I would talk to him so I got very nervous when he sat next to me: he told me how he had had the weekend to which I told him very good (yes) know what I really did). That day we gave a ten grade for the project we presented, to which the teacher took a photo of us because we were the couple who had done the best project, and he would place it on the wall to remember that moment. I was very nervous, I proceeded to go directly to my house to check if everything was ready to execute the body exchange between me and Bryan, I cannot describe all the sensations that were passing through my body, and that my package was every time harder. When dawn finally arrived without hesitation, I looked at myself for the last time in the mirror and said to myself, “I hate you and I hope to never return to this life.” Without thinking further, I drank the entire potion in one gulp.

My body immediately began to writhe and I noticed how my body began to practically dry up, as if it were turning into ashes, it was a very strange sensation, since it was very painful, I felt like my body was detaching itself from my soul, and that they ripped me away from him, so for a moment I disconnected and I was no longer in my home but in Bryan's room, I was a soul that no longer had a body and I saw him lying in his bed between white sheets and without a shirt, only with some tight Calvin Klein boxers, to which without hesitation at the first opportunity I had I entered through his mouth, sliding through his bowels, I only think about how Bryan got up from one moment to the next abruptly from his bed and fell to the floor, beginning to writhe, moans of excitement came out of everything that was happening, I couldn't believe how far I had gone, I began to position myself inside that beautiful body, until finally all that I finished, nothing happened until strangely I opened my eyes and the sunlight was reflected in a mirror, so in the distance I looked at the reflection of Brian lying on the floor with only a black boxer on, GOD, what just happened When I woke up the reflection of him did it with me “I can't believe this all worked I'M BRYAN”. I quickly processed everything, and began to caress that soft body with a beautiful golden reflection that came out of the skin of my new body due to the sun's rays shining through my window.

I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror until I finally said some words, I didn't believe it, that very exciting male voice came out of me and when I realized a big bulge was starting to grow between my legs, damn Bryan's cock was gigantic, I couldn't take it anymore and I began to caress it until temptation won me over and I took those boxers off my body, bringing them to my face to sniff them and my new, soft hands caressed that well-endowed package, energetically my hands began to caress it each time Furthermore, until I took out a large load of semen that spread all over the abdomen of Bryan's body, I still did not believe that this was reality so I took a little bit of semen from my abdomen and with my tongue I began to suck it, I She looked at the mirror and said: “You like this Bryan, let me turn your body into a random one, I can't wait to get men to take the virginity of this straight man's ass. Shit, I have to hurry up since I don't want anyone to suspect the change.

I went to Bryan's closet and looked at those clothes that were now mine, they existed again, but I controlled myself, I was late in choosing what clothes I would wear today to show off the new life and body that I had stolen, this was incredible. When I went down to the living room I met Bryan's entire family, his mother greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and his father with a pat on the back, telling me how his champion had woken up, and not forgetting his brother who ran to hug me and say good morning, apparently no one noticed the exchange of bodies between me and Brian, I wasn't interested in my real family and let him rot for me. I took the car keys and left, damn I finally had everything I wanted. When I got to high school everything was incredible, everyone treated me well and it seemed that no one realized that it was me who was talking and not Bryan, damn it came time for chemistry where the teacher told us that Carlos, who was me, had disappeared and yes. The thing is that someone had information about him and they told his parents immediately, obviously no one knew where that obese and strange boy was, much less were interested.

They assigned me a new partner who I couldn't wait to take to bed, apparently today I will be debuting this fabulous cock, what would Bryan say if he found out everything I was going to do with his body tonight. When the class ended, the teacher called me and gave me the message he had taken from Bryan and I, I accepted it so as not to raise suspicions, I thanked him and left. After that I had to show off my new body in sports class where I realized how wonderful this body was and that it was very fast. When I arrived at my new house I went straight to my room where I tore up that photo, just remembering that it was that obese man made me sick. Now I was Bryan and no one would take that away from me, I was here to stay.

Tonight I had a meeting with my new lab partner, I dressed quite well with Bryan's body, everything looked spectacular to me. When I finally had that encounter, I must confess that I was nervous since I was a virgin and with this body I had gained confidence, so I took the initiative and kissed Max, I took him from behind and I inserted my cock inside him, he just moaned. and I finally came inside him that was great, that insecure boy no longer existed now only the new Bryan remains, the days passed and things only got better for me, this body was incredible I will never regret having stolen his body Bryan, I love this body and I will never leave it.

The Great shift was a huge time in many people’s lives. Especially those with birthdays who fell around the time of the great shift. Some turning 18, others turning 80! But still others had their hearts set on a time in their life that was quite pivotal. However, because of the shift some may have to wait a little longer to reach that milestone, while others have jumped leaps and bounds beyond it!

Harvey Singh (30 years old)

Fuuuck my head… and my clothes apparently. Damn. This is not what I imagined turning 30 would be like! 

Before the world went insane, I was so close! The damn great shift just had to happen right before my birthday. I was working at this law firm, a pretty shady place at first. Lots of scummy people taking advantage of others, but my boss was trying to turn it around! We kicked out those idiots who were causing trouble, got them arrested! I was gonna get promoted and help lead the charge for helping others… but not anymore.

The great shift landed me inside of Skyler Marlo! 18 year old quarterback for the local university. And right after a big party too. I couldn’t find a stitch of clothes to fit my new larger body. I was really lucky this frat house I woke up in had a towel nearby. But that was just the beginning of my nightmare. 

You see that smile of distress? Yeah that’s me. Instead of writing briefs and taking on clients in need, I’m here on the football field. Apparently after the upheaval the shift caused people are having trouble verifying identities and gaining access to their property/funds. That’s totally something I could be helping with! Instead I'm stuck back in the life of a teenager again. I wasn't a big fan of 18 last time I was in college.

The only thing that could get me after the shift was taking on this guy’s college scholarship. It gives me a place to stay and access to their college library, but I had to join the college football team. Some organizations like college athletics don’t seem to care who is shifted or not! As long as they got the players they need to draw in a crowd, they seemed perfectly content letting anyone play. Though who can blame them. If they saw me before I doubt they’d want some angry short king running their drills. No… now I’m not the 5’0 Indian guy who got overlooked in school. I look the picture of boy next door prom king that rules the college. 6’2, 195lbs of lean muscle, and size 15 feet. That last one took awhile to get used to! Finding cleats that size was the hardest part of this change. 

So here I am, sweating it out day after day to maintain my scholarship, while I wait for the day I’m recertified with my state’s bar! Once I’m a lawyer again I swear I’ll help out others like me forced to cling on to new lives while the system sorts things out. It sucks having to practice every day and do all these drills and grunt work! The college even has me posing for their promotional material to draw in bigger crowds at the game! Who would want this kind of life?!

Then again… it’s already been a few months… I may as well get used to college life… I was a nerdy brown kid my last run in college, mostly studying and doing what my parents wanted… now at least I can get a look at how the athletes lived… That frat did ask me if I wanted to join… I guess it couldn’t hurt to have a little fun while I wait to get my life back.

After all, I do get pretty excited after an intense practice, and judging by some of the looks from my teammates, I may not be the only one eager to get to know my new body better. 

Phil Inver (30 years old)

People need to learn how to relax. I don’t know what the big deal is. So a bunch of people swapped bodies. What’s there to worry about? See me? I don’t have a care in the world. When I was turning 30 doctors told me I was overweight and at risk of diabetes, my work would always be on me for not applying myself, and my girlfriend said I was always too lazy in our relationship! 

But my mindset since the shift hasn’t changed! It landed me in this nice smooth and lean body! I’m glad that this guy kept in such good shape. Having actual abs is insane! Same for these toned arms! I’m not sure if he’s the shaving kinda guy or if he’s naturally smooth, but it sure as hell beats taking care of an unruly beard and body hair!

Turns out now that I look like this people are a bit more receptive to my ideals! Doctors say my heart is as healthy as a horse! Says my stress free lifestyle is a large part of that! My work? They now say my chill attitude makes things a lot more zen around the office. Guess they don’t care I don’t get too much done whenever I flash them a smile. And my girlfriend… or my boyfriend as he goes by now, certainly thinks I’m taking an active role in the bedroom. Who knew that my new stud of a boyfriend had a thing for Asian guys!?

So what am I gonna do now? Listen to music, chill as my boyfriend showers, and wait out the day as normal. Sure I’m turning 30, but it’s just another day in paradise for me! Oh what’s that? This body is only 21? Even better! I’ve got plenty of time to relax before I turn 30.

Devon Lin (30 years old)

So I was a bit nervous about turning 30. I feel like I haven’t really done all the things I wanted… and all my friends were joking saying it’s all downhill after that. I wasn’t dealing the best with the stress… Well like it or not the shift had me face that hurdle a few year further than I expected.

And I gotta say. It’s not as bad as I thought it was gonna be. Sure I’m a bit older, but hell  I look a hell of a lot more manly! Could it be that the shift landed me in a handsome 37 year old with a built body, tan skin,  and perfect beard? Maybe… but hey. Age is just a mindset… but these muscles sure aren’t! Boom!

You like that? So do the guys at the bar! They keep insisting I don’t shave my chest or pit hair too. I think I could pull off that look. That being said, I think anything looks good on a 6’5 stud like me. Tall, dark, and handsome all the way!

Before I would jump around from job to job. Bartender, janitor, waiter, and housekeeper, but lately I’ve found my job as a bouncer at the local bar a lot more rewarding. You’d be surprised how many fights stop once I take my shirt off and start playing pool with the patrons. I’ve won nearly every game of billiards I’ve played! Though I have the sneaking suspicion it may be due to the guys staring more at me than the balls.

Guess that’s one of the benefits to working at a chill gay bar! You know, I was always a bit insecure about my body and experimenting sexually. Being a shorter gay man with a chip on his shoulder would do that to you. Now… well let’s just say now I feel like I’ve got a lot more confidence! I may have missed my 30th birthday, but I think I know how I’m gonna spend my 38th!

Marcus Garcia (30 years old)

They say when you get older you begin to value things differently. Honestly I didn’t know what to expect when I turned 30. Was I supposed to be wiser all of a sudden? Have a plan for things? In truth plenty of people younger than me had their life together compared to me. Partners. Kids. A stable job. A house.

In short. I thought I had more time. But we don’t always get to choose how fast life comes at us. I mean look at me. Didn’t expect the shift to make me 55.

Losing 25 years of my life was definitely not the easiest. The great shift nearly tears the world apart and I’m running for my life looking like retirement is right around the corner. That first day was definitely a wake up call that I did not have the same stamina that I used to. In that opening week of the shift I was pretty much running on adrenaline and coffee wherever I could get it. I took lots of naps just to stay sane. 

As the days went on and society slowly readjusted to some version of normal, I began to actually have time to look at my body. I mean I was a pretty skinny guy before, my sister would always say I needed to workout more. But I guess all it took was 25 years of my life to finally get in shape. 

Not only that, but I’m admiring the body hair. This guy was a pretty hairy dude. The salt and pepper stubble had guys starting me daddy at the gay bars, while the chest hair was still dark like my eyebrows and made my impressive physique pop. 

My feet were pretty big too. Size 14! Twice as big as my old feet, but just as hard to find shoes my size. 

Needless to say there were highs and lows to my new life. Was I happy that i was 6’6 now? Sure! Loved being tall and nearly bonking my head on doorframes. Was I upset lots of my joints were sore and that I could only take my coffee black to avoid dairy and sugar? No… that sucked. I liked my sweet drinks and I missed not waking up in pain.

Omar LeRon was a guy that lived along my street. He was a single dad raising his 5 year old, all at the age of 45.

I later learned he had a few wild days in his early 40s that lead to Omar Jr. And now in his mid 20s again he’s glad he could be more present for his son! Even if his son is the same age as him now.

He told me all of this one day when we both left our house for a jog. He found that doing some running in his new body helped him vent some much needed energy from his body, while I needed to do something physical if I was to have any hope of maintaining healthy workout routines for mine! 

Needles to say he offered some words of wisdom growing up and it really helped put some things in perspective. Meanwhile, I gave him some tips about helping his son. Turns out all those years working at my aunt’s day care counted for something, even for post shifted kids!

Our conversations started as friendly advice and then grew into more! Talks became dates. Dates became moving in. Moving in became an engagement! Now a few years after the wedding I guess you truly can call me a daddy now. Jr. sure does. He’s doing great in school and is looking forward to next week when my sister is gonna watch him for the summer.

My husband and I are gonna take our first real vacation since the great shift! We’re looking forward to it! We’ll be celebrating Omar’s 30th birthday in his new body now! He keeps making jokes saying, “Well I’ve done it before. Nothing to it the second time around.” And “Well here I thought your 30th birthday was extreme. I doubt I could top that”

(Oliver To Josue) :

I woke up this morning feeling super sleepy and tired. As if i had gotten older. Thats when i opened my eyes and saw that i wasnt in my hotel room. I got up super fast and thats when i saw my reflection. I was not in my body. I was in the body of this brown guy.

I started exploring the room and saw this guys id. His name was Josue and he was 28. Way older than what my old body was. I went to use the res and thats when i realized this body is full of hair. He has a bunch of hair all over his legs and arms. My old body didn’t have this much hair.

I don’t like this body. It way older than my old one and he has to much hair. He is so hairy. But as i looked around his room i realized that he is a mexican. He wrestles and does sumo for a living. Thats when i saw his calendar and it said he had a sumo match today. I may not like this body but i have to get used to it.

I got ready and luckily the calendar also had the address of where it was going to be. So i headed to the match. I was so nervous because i don’t know anything about wrestling. I was hoping i wasn’t going to mess it up for this guy. When i got there i singed in then got all my gear ready.

When i was putting on the white thing that goes around my waist i had a hard time. I didnt know how to do it. But eventually after me trying for over 30 minutes someone came by and helped me put it on. I felt so embarrassed but also scared of the match. When they called me up so i could wrestle i felt my heart drop. I played the match and somehow won.

I didn’t know how but i won. But i am so upset that i got this body during the shift. Its so hairy and he may be hot but not to me. I just hate this body its old and it smells really bad when it sweats. Josue is poor and not in the best situation. I hate the shift i hope one day i go back to my body or at least switch into a new one.