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Oh look, there goes the Drifter. At least I’m pretty sure that’s him anyway. It’s hard to tell sometimes, what with how often he changes bodies. 

And off he goes again, riding around the city on that bike of his.

…Hm? What’s that? You’ve never heard of the Drifter? Well, I can fill you in on the story, but it honestly isn’t anything that special. 

The legend goes that the Drifter is this powerful magic entity with the ability to take over someone’s body. The way they talk, the way they move, once the Drifter gets inside you, he controls it all! Nobody knows how this power came to be, and supposedly not even the Drifter himself knows how or why, but the power exists nonetheless.

It sounds pretty scary, doesn’t it? To become a passenger inside your own body while someone else controls you from the inside… But don’t worry, the Drifter won’t go after ordinary people like you and me. No no, he has a specific audience in mind. 

Supposedly, the Drifter went through a lot of shit for being gay while growing up. He made it to adulthood on the hope that it gets better, and while it did for him, he knew that there were plenty of others just like him. Teens and adults alike. 

Then, after another assault incident happened, the Drifter apparently just snapped. He decided to fight back, and he did so by possessing any particularly aggressive or violent homophobic people he came across. He lives out their lives for some time, all while the possessed is aware of the fact. The Drifter hopes to change their perspective on sexuality. Sometimes it works, most of the time it doesn’t, but the Drifter keeps on trying anyway. 

And that’s basically the story of the Drifter in a nutshell. Did you like it? I thought it was pretty cool when I first heard it.

…Hm? How do I know so much about the Drifter? Heh… that’s a story for another day, my friend. Let’s just say we’ve gotten to know each other very well the past few years, and now I owe him a favor or two.

Well, anyway, it’s been nice talking to you, but I must get going now. The Drifter wants me to help him give the current asshole he’s possessing a little taste of the gay life, if you catch my drift. 

Apparently the guy’s a closet case, and the Drifter thinks he just needs a little push in the right places to start mellowing out. 

Hopefully we’ll get another chance to talk soon, my new friend.

Hm? My name? Mmm… call me Captain, it’s a nickname I’ve been using a lot lately and it just sorta stuck.

“Tyler, bro. I already said I’m sorry like a f*cking 1000 times! But I have no clue how to fix this.”

My real name is Mike. And up until last night, I was a 5′10″, 300 lb nerd working at a video game store. I spend my nights going to community college, and my days going to work. Oh also, I’m gay. No man has ever really liked me, so I spend my time on grindr not really finding anything. I had a huge crush on Tyler, a guy that worked at GNC across from me in the mall. He was so big and buff, but treated EVERYONE like shit. Even the customers! ugh. 

Anyway, last night I downloaded this new app “KarmaSwap”. Never really heard of it, but my coworker Brad HIGHLY recommended it. I decided to check it out at home on a friday night. I opened the app and made an account and the screen was blank except for a “Looking for compatible partner”. I fell asleep watching Rick and Morty.  

Will’s body is awesome, I’ve enjoyed messing with it and the fun I’ve had being a personal trainer in those special one on one sessions has been awesome.. Have to say I’ve seen a lot of Liam at the gym.

The thing is because of being in Will I now also know how to swap bodies. I was having a chat with Mac, and he was over all the training he was doing for his running. He just wanted to have a break. So I offered to let him be me or more specifically be Will, something that I had learned which the original Will didn’t know is that I could do the swap and make it so the person I swapped with only remembered the body they were in.

So I arranged for Mac and I to head out and have some fun on the water. It didn’t take me long and while we were in the water to make my move and swap  in to Mac.. Once I was in Mac feeling his tight lean runners body in my wetsuit,  dam I was horny.. and Will was quite happy to help me out. ;)

It was strange to start being Mac. His body was so different to Will’s. My level of fitness and energy is out of this world and completely different to what I had with Will. Mac’s a runner, cyclist and swimmer and his body was made for that.

Once back on land I realised what I had done.. but also that it was too late to turn back. I was Mac.. through and through.. His memories, passions, wants, needs… all became mine.. I remembered Will’s body and everything I had learned and done as him, but Mac’s life was just so powerful. I’m cute Mac knew that.. I know that… the longer I’m in him the more of him becomes me and I let it. I know that I’ll move bodies again, probably in to one of my (Mac’s) mates, but for now I’m good and content with being Mac, even thought I’m now training harder than I was in Will’s body.

You see one of the things about being in an athlete is there level of drive, that has come through to me in abundance and even though I never thought that I would be one for track and field, my body is and being Mac has changed that. I love the feeling of the race, pulling on his or more my tight compression gear to go for a run or to just compete, is something I look forward too. Just how my body moves in the gear, but also how fit I am. 

“Oh man I cannot tell you how good this feels, son! Going from a wheelchair-bound, drooling mess to this hot body I feel ecstatic! I was so active before the accident, which makes this second chance all the sweeter. Did you not think it was strange when I gave you of all people power of attorney? Hahaha, well I guess not, but looks like I have the legal right to control all our money, Pops. Gonna buy me a nice big motorbike and try out those dating apps the young people use. Mmmmm, I haven’t felt an erection in years!

“And sorry, but you’re gonna have to get used to living out your remaining years in the wheelchair in adult diapers. I kinda drugged up that body before I left, which is why you’re struggling to speak. For the time being it’s best if all you can communicate is a few grunts and groans - we wouldn’t want people thinking you’re crazy by telling them your son stole your body now, would we?

“Now, let me call the carer to take care of you and feed you your lunch while I go and take care of something else in my new bedroom.”

Connor was just having an ordinary day at the beach. Suddenly, while he was swimminghe felt something sting him on the abs. Connor looked down and saw what appeared to be moss around his stomach. Connor tried to slap it away, but it went straight into his belly button. The young man groaned he swam ashore. On the sand, Connor stood up and looked at his abs, he had a happy tral on, which was weird as Connor regularly shaved.

Then Connor gasped as he saw that his armpits got hairy too. Soon, he felt dizzy and fainted. Connor’s best friend rushed to help him. When the former opened his eyes, he had a glimmer of malice then.

“Dude, are you okay?” asked his best friend.

Connor glanced down at his body and caressed it.

“Better than ever,” Connor said with a deeper voice.

“Bro, your voice is deeper, what’s got into you?”

Connor did not say anything, instead he just kissed his best friend. As they made out, Connor looked at his left bicep and flexed it.

"Yeah, I bet that ugly nerd probably just bluffed to you. And after all, not like he could hurt me, I'll hurt him the moment he appears in my sight,"

"I'm just glad you're okay, babe. Because when I was in high school, he legit tried to attack my older brother as he said that he would come after him. He brought this weird ass syringe or something that he tried to inject to my older brother. But he failed as my brother thwarted him and my brother's friends came to help. Until now I still didn't know what kind of poison he tried to inject to my older brother,"

"That sounds horrifying. Why didn't you tell me about that? We could asked for restraining order or some sort for that unstable creep,"

"Maybe we should, I just didn't expect him to came back to my life actually, that's why we didn't put a restraining order to him,"

You posed for the selfie and click the send button, probably the tightness of your pecs showcased by your dapper shirt is already enough to stir some excitement to your grandson's meat who is excitedly waiting for your arrival in the family dinner

He convinced you to did this because he's desperate for the love of his own team captain. You were intrigued, a boy that could turn another boy gay must be some hot piece of meat and the moment you see the studly boy, you knew damn well how your grandson could fell head over heels for the young gun. Too bad he's a straight fella so no way in hell he could be changed without some intervention and you decided that it might be a great final present for your grandson before you departed from this world.

The stud aka Ryan was drained after the game and that was when you chanted the spell you remembered you learn from your ancestor in the Pacific Isles, slightly refined. Well yes, as the matter of fact, you are not even the real Byron Wells, you possessed the Navy stud back in World War II and you've been using his body ever since. That's also why the thought of riding your own grandson didn't bother you because the young toned jock is not necessarily coming from your DNA, it's this Byron dude son's DNA and for you, he's just another cutie lusting upon another cutie.

Ryan's habit of sleeping with barely any clothes on really ease your possession as you shoved your entire form through his ass crack that was shown a little bit from his Stars and Stripes underwear. It was quick and smooth and not even long after that, the music playing in his ear and all his senses hit you. This psycho kid literally sleep with a heavy metal song as his lullaby? Fuck, a habit that should go because you need your hearing ability functioning till your old days. You quickly jumped from your slightly damp bed and check yourself in the bathroom, what a stud

From then on, you hooked up with "your grandson" and you two became some sort of power couple in school, two respected jocks loving each other publicly and proudly. You insisted to him that this is a permanent process and you didn't see any chance to move out but to be honest, college is just in the corner and maybe you will find another hottie to possess and use for permanent vessel. Maybe you shouldn't be that harsh to the real Wells because boy your magic back at that time was harsh, you basically consumed his soul and leaving his body means killing him. But not this time with your refined spell ensured the real Ryan soul still inside his own body, only subdued. Hope he's not too dependent on you controlling all his decision if you ever leave this body.

“Hey, how’s the new shell?” Someone said behind Stuart. He felt a hand press against his new muscular arms and even give it a slight squeeze.

“Oh, hey man!” Stuart turned around to awkwardly greet his handsome colleague. “Yeah, it’s been great. No more back pain and I got so much energy left as the shifts are over.” He grinned, feeling his new attractive face move perfectly under his control.

“Damn Stuart. I can’t believe you decided to get a new body instead of a raise or promotion for all your hard work these years. Where’d you even find such a stud?” His colleague asked, clearly shocked to see his former colleague now in the visage of a very hot and muscular hunk.

“Haha, yeah. I was just as shocked as you when they told me I had the choice.” Stuart awkwardly laughed as he scratched the back of his head. His arm muscles bulging out by the movement. “As for this shell, they actually just randomly picked one of the trainers from the nearby gym.”

“Jeez, you lucky son of a bitch. To be going from your former self to now being this,” he gave his friend/colleague’s muscle a squeeze, clearly enjoying the thickness of it. “Right. Better get back to work… Let’s celebrate later, alright?”

“Sure thing!” Stuart said, his eyes beamed with hope and excitement. He watched his colleague wink at him before going back to whatever he was doing.

Turning back around, Stuart stared mischievously into the small framed mirror he had placed on his desk. He couldn’t help but grab his bulge through his pants and give it a slight squeeze, feeling some of his new shell’s juices ooze out into the briefs he wore. The truth was, he had specifically chosen this shell. Not only because he knew it would be exactly the type his male colleague would be very attracted to, but also because of years of lusting after it.

You see, after years and years of walking past the gym on his way to work, always stopping for a few minutes to stare inside and catch a glimpse of his current shell’s vigorous workout, he had finally decided to enter the gym and ask to be trained by the handsome trainer. He had hoped he could get a body just like him. Instead, he was shut down by the stud’s arrogant and judging demeanor, telling him he was too old and ugly to be trained. Depressed and hopeless, Stuart had spent the next two weeks wallowing in his own misery; of being ugly and single for the longest of time. But it was also during that period that he found out about his company’s “unusual” way of rewarding or compensating hard working employees. That’s when he had set his mind onto things and spent the rest of the year working himself down to the very bones. As they had called him in for the end-of-year meeting, Stuart knew he would finally get what he lusted and longed for; a body just like that stud’s. Well, in this case specifically that stud’s body.

He had watched on in glee as they had dragged the thrashing and raging man out of the gym. He had smiled victoriously as the stud’s fearful eyes rolled up and his very being got sucked out of his own birth body. And lastly, Stuart had smirked lustfully as he had woken up in his new ideal shell and checked himself out in the mirror. It didn’t take long before he tore his clothes off and began rubbing every inch of his thick and amazing new shell. And when he finally exploded all over himself and his new reflection, even giving some of his own juices a taste, he knew…

That all his hard work had finally paid off.

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“Will you ever put on clothes?” I asked my current roommate.

The burly man that was sitting in the chair, playing with his feet just looked at me. He shows his feet off to me.

“I don’t like my clothes, they’re for guys my dad’s age.” The man huffed.

“You are around your dad’s age… at least now you are.”

He simply glared at me. His dejected sigh showed me he begrudgingly accepted that. Chris, my roommate, he was a younger swapper, only 19 years old. But wait, how is he a burly man in his 40s? The dummy swapped with his coach while on a swap bender. Can’t say I blame him, for his choice in body and the bender. I believe all of us are like this in our beginnings when our ability first appears.

It was around 10 years ago when my ability first manifested, and I had my fun in college seeing what it was like being someone else. I was jocks, frat guys, some young professors, crushes… to be young again. I found others with abilities like mine. It was a beautiful community we developed, stories of our escapades shared constantly. It was happier times.

Then the purge came. Our abilities unfortunately caught the attention of those in power, and they hunted us down. We suppressed our abilities, and founded safe havens… but not everyone could stand the isolation. They’d test their abilities out and try to find ways to be like they were… but majority of them were caught.

But with all things, the purge ended. And the survivors slowly returned. Some stayed in their havens, but the rest of us blended in with the general populace… until the next generation came forth.

This generation came out with such passion. We older ones watched them from afar, and offering support. Some of them asked us to swap with them or join them. And it was fun, but we knew our limits. The younger ones did not as much. Chris was apart of this generation, and well he burnt out his ability at the moment. It’s been either 5 or 6 times this has happened to him. This time was the longest he’s had to wait.

“You know you could swap with me, give me a break…”

I snorted, “I’m only about decade younger than your current body.”

“I just want to be someone else, man.”

“Return to your original body.”

Chris glared at me. He still has a lot to learn.

“At least let me go out.”

“You can if you wear clothes.”

“Bleh”

I sigh and look at him. His coach’s body is cute. Hmmm…

“We’ll compromise, you put clothes on. And I will swap myself with somebody else to keep you company for a few days.”

Chris’s eyes lit up when he heard this. “Seriously? You mean it?”

“Yeah, maybe a distraction is needed for the both of us.”

I look outside and see one of the neighbor guys walking by… and in a moment I see my former body walking in the neighbor’s clothing.

“Dude… he’s hot.”

I flex my new muscles and take off my shirt, I look at Chris.

“Looks my clothes won’t suit my age either.”

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I was already looking forward to my vacation. A week off from work, getting to go to the beach everyday, and just getting away from everything. It was going to be perfect, but it could be better y'know? One of the street market stalls was ran by this rather... eccentric guy. He had this alluring energy about him that just drew me towards his stall.

"Haven't seen you 'round this parts before, you must be a tourist" he said with big grin.

Not wanting to be scammed, but still wanting to humor him I decided to reply with a cautious smile, "That easy to tell? Yeah I'm on vacation here. It's great town to get away to."

The guy's smile grew bigger, "True this town is a beauty that gets all sorts of tourists visiting... but I can make it a better experience for you!"

"Woah, listen buddy I'm flattered but I'm not into-"

"Not like that sir! One of my trinkets here will give you an upgrade to your time here in town." he gestured to the many pieces of jewelry at his stall, "Buy one of these and you'll be buying a ticket to a whole new experience."

"Right, and let me guess, these are like hundreds of dollars?"

"Ha! Give me five dollars, and you can have this bracelet." He held up metallic wrist band.

"Five dollars for that?"

"Silver is a pure metal, easy to store magic with."

He held it out for me to touch. I cautiously touched it, and it sent a jolt throughout my body.

"Magic?" I asked, curious now on the legitmacy.

"Buy the band, and I'll say more."

"Deal"

I handed the guy the five dollars, which he pocketed. He handed the band over to me. I slipped was about to slip it on, the guy stopped me.

"Hold on now, I want you to get your moneys worth from that. Once you slide it one, you're going to feel that tingle constantly and it's going to overwhelm your senses. Only put it on when you see someone that you truly desire, and you'll get what you want"

"All that for five bucks?"

"That's a good price for an upgrade right?"

With that, the guy simply rolled his eyes. And gestured for me to leave. So I went on my way to the beach. After relaxing on the sand for a while, I was rolling the band in my hands. I couldn't figure out what my 'desire' was supposed to be? Then I heard all these gals giggling and talking about some hot guy. They kept looking out to the water and then whispering. I followed their gaze and saw who could of possibly be so enamouring.

This guy was good looking, like movie cool guy good looking. The girls next to me ogling after him, was starting to get to me. Why couldn't I get that kind of attention? Why wasn't I able to get girls to fawn over me like him for doing nothing? Why couldn't I be him?

As those questions went through my head, I knew then what I desired, and I put the band onto my wrist. Looking intently at the guy, the tingling sensation intensified across my body until I shut my eyes to get through it, until it finally stopped.

I felt coolness beneath my knees, and the taste of tobacco in my mouth. I opened my eyes and saw the smoke from a cigarette, and removed it from my mouth, and curious about where I was previously I looked back.