Under New Management

I’ve always wanted to go to a Halloween party. The ones where everyone’s in some low quality costume, skin showing, loud music. Watching everyone get wasted and shit. But I’ve never been invited to one. It was hard to connect with these other people in uni. I didn’t feel the same as them. Maybe I had a bit of an old soul, or maybe I just hadn’t hit my peak yet. But I didn’t really feel like I fit in. 

You know who did, though?  My roommate, Maverick. 

He had always been the popular guy. The amount of times he’s hosted a loud ass party while I’m trying to have a chill weekend…He hasn’t been mean to me or anything, but even then, it’s bothersome. The stench of weed and drunk girls is always awful. 

This is my last year at uni, and I was determined to go to a Halloween party. A friend of mine sold some…suspicious objects. When I told him about my struggles, I remember him offering me what he called a “magic zipper”. He told me you could slap it onto someone’s back, and zip them down, and it’d empty them out into a suit. Like a wearable costume. “It’s in the spirit of Halloween, isn’t it?” 

Despite the Halloween spirit, the idea of turning my roommate into a bodysuit sounded evil. “Don’t worry, when you’re done with him, just take the suit off and peel the zipper off. Just don’t peel the zipper off while you’re wearing it…no way out then.” I thought it was a load of shit until he showed me his creepy collection of suits…including one of my professors, who had been “away on family business” for the past week. I knew he had to be telling the truth. 

And so, I waited for my roommate to come out of his room. I knew he was going to a party tonight. The door opened and my shirtless roommate walked out, giving me a glance and a smile. 

“Hey fam, gonna head to the party soon. Just gotta change.” I gave him an assertive nod and looked away, hearing him enter his bathroom while holding some clothes. I pulled the zipper out of my pocket, and gave a exasperated sigh. I was going to do it. 

Knock knock

“Hey fam, wh-!” I quickly tackled him into the wall and knocked the air out of him. Taking advantage of him being stunned, I forcefully spun him around and slapped the zipper onto his back. “What the fuck are you doing?” I started to pull at the zipper, opening him up from starting from the bottom. As I unzipped him, he visibly deflated and I could see him struggling to stay on his feet. “What? I-I can’t feel my legs? WHY CAN’T I FEEL MY LEGS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MAN?” I gave him a devilish grin. “Relax, it’s just for a night.” Maverick started to slouch as he tried to grip the wall for support as he legs crumpled, as if a pair of pants. He started to panic as he realized there was nothing left but his skin, watching as arms flopped and his fingers flailed emptily. I finally unzipped him up to his neck, and he collapsed over himself. There was nothing left of him but a skinsuit to wear. 

I lifted the suit up as his shorts and boxers slipped off effortlessly, revealing a lengthy package. No wonder he got so many girls. Maverick’s poor face sagged as the skinsuit hung around in the air, nothing inside. I carefully laid his skin on the floor, back facing upwards, and started to stick my legs into his, making sure to fit perfectly into the suit. Maverick worked out and had muscles, but he stayed lean, making the bodysuit a tight fit. My legs in, I pushed my ass into place, and used my own hands to slot my dick into his cock sheath. I watched it balloon back to a girthy figure, likely how Maverick’s dick would be if he was hard. His skin flopping over me halfway, I pulled it up and slipped my arms in, grabbing the back to tighten Maverick’s skin like a corset as his abs regained their structure. Finally, I grabbed the head of the bodysuit, hanging over my impressive chest, I slipped my own head face-first into it. Stretching and pulling at the skin, I looked  in the mirror and saw Maverick. No one but Maverick. I grabbed his phone, or rather, MY phone and made a funny face before snapping a selfie.

“Fuck, the party’s in 30. Better get dressed.” I took the boxers and the shorts Maverick was wearing and tossed them back into his room, then looked at the costume he had brought into the bathroom. Some cheesy, stereotypically revealing Halloween costume. Y’know what? Fuck it. When you look this good, you don’t need to follow the rules. I was just gonna go as “myself”, Maverick O’Hare. Looking like this, girls will still wanna fuck me. 

I put on a dapper looking button-up shirt and slacks, and looked at myself in the mirror. 

“Definitely gonna get fucked looking like this. Thanks for the costume, Maverick.” 

30 minutes later, walking to my frat bro’s house, and I hear blaringly loud music and people screaming. I knew I was at the right place. I rung the doorbell, and he greeted me in a low-effort Batman costume with his abs all out. “Maverick, what’s up, bro! What, uh…what’re you dressed as?” I gave him a mischievous smile, and simply said, “Maverick, that’s it. Listen fam, I’m just here to get laid. Don’t tell the girls.” He gave a cocky chuckle as he let me in. God, even though I was wearing Maverick, I was still…me. This kind of shit wasn’t my thing, but…at least I got to experience it. And I’d definitely be able to get laid tonight. So I stood by the drinks, downing cup, after cup, after cup. A girl in a skimpy cat costume, clearly drunk, stumbles up to me. “Hey Maverick…I’ve seen how you look at me. Why don’t we take this upstairs?” She giggles flirtatiously and grabs my collar, pulling me upstairs. We lock the door behind us and she pushes me onto the bed. It’s all blurry…I’ve had so much to drink. But I can still feel all the sensations. I can feel a tongue in my mouth as hands on my chest pull apart my shirt. I can hear a faint, “What the hell is this, Maverick?” A ripping sensation on my back along with a playful laugh…For the moment, the only thing I want is this woman’s body…

~

The sun shined directly into my eyes as I woke up. “Oh fuck…I didn’t mean to stay the night. I looked at the naked girl next to me, covering her up with the blanket as I stood up and pulled some pants on. 

“Wild night…I got the experience I wanted.” I walked into the bathroom and locked the door, speaking quietly so the girl wouldn’t be able to hear me. “You know Maverick, this body was nice and the night was fun, but…I miss my old life. This just isn’t for me. I can’t wait to take you off…” I reached behind me to feel for the zipper, but there was nothing. Wait…no. NO…THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING. I had too much to drink…I didn’t notice…it can’t be…? 

I walked back to the bed, where I saw the girl start  to wake up. I looked around, and spotted the zipper on the ground. “W-What the fuck? NO! I didn’t want to do this to Maverick! I don’t want this! Wh-what…no, it’s still just a suit!” I started tear out my hair, pull at my lips, trying to stretch Maverick’s finger’s off, looking for some sign that…that I was still wearing a suit, that I wasn’t Maverick, that I didn’t just permanently take my roommate’s skin…

The girl had woken up to my frantic scrambling. 

“Maverick? What are you doing? Your scaring me!” 

“What the hell did you do? Tell me you didn’t take that zipper off of me, please!” 

“W-what? That thing? I-I don’t know! It was like a sticker on you. It was part of your costume, right?” She attempted to make a light-hearted joke. “Don’t worry babe, it was past midnight. Halloween was over.” I was in complete shock, when she enticingly walked up to me and teased me with her tongue out, tracing my abs. “You shouldn’t wear costume to cover up this sexy body of yours.” 

Ryan's POV

It had been three weeks since Cruz and I swapped back.

I was sitting on my couch with a beer in hand, staring at the SwapService app icon on my phone. I’d deleted it the day we returned to our own bodies, telling myself I needed a break. The whole experience had been intense. Eye-opening. Kind of incredible, honestly. For the first time in my life I’d been able to have sex with men without the crushing weight of fear that someone I knew would find out. I’d fucked, I’d been fucked, I’d finally let myself enjoy it. Cruz’s body had felt good. Young. Tight. Full of energy.

But the way he casually asked me on the last night if I wanted to make the swap permanent had freaked me out. Who the hell offers something like that so easily? Was that normal on this site? I’d said no immediately, and he’d just shrugged like it was no big deal. Still, I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t intrigued by the idea.

A do-over. Getting to live as an out gay man from a much younger age. No decades spent hiding. No pretending.

I shook my head and took another sip of beer. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Ryan. One more swap. Just to explore a little more. Nothing permanent. Nothing crazy.

I reinstalled the app, set up my profile again, and adjusted my preferences.

The moment I hit search, a profile popped up at the very top with a bright green 98% compatibility score.

That was insanely high. Higher than anything I’d seen last time, even with Cruz.

I tapped on it.

My stomach dropped.

David Clemence, 25

One of my former varsity swimmers. Lean, athletic build, wavy brown hair, cocky smile in his profile picture. He was shirtless by the ocean, water still dripping down his chest. He looked exactly like I remembered him — confident, good-looking, and way too young.

What the hell was he doing on here?

I stared at the screen for a long time, thumb hovering. Part of me knew I should just close the app. But another part of me — the part that had spent years in high school and college fighting against stealing glances at other swimmers in the locker room — stayed frozen.

I opened his profile fully.

His bio was short:

“Former swimmer. Looking for an older, experienced guy who knows how to take charge. Open to anything, including longer swaps.”

My cock twitched in my shorts before I could stop it.

I told myself I was just curious. I clicked the message button.

A new chat window opened.

Before I could even type anything, David’s message came through.

David: Coach Ryan? Holy shit, no way. Is that really you?

I stared at the screen for a second, then typed back.

Ryan: Yeah, it’s me. Didn’t expect to see you on here, David.

David: Same here, Coach. This is wild. I just logged on tonight and your profile popped up. Crazy coincidence. What brings you on here>

I leaned back on the couch, heart still beating faster than it should. I decided to keep things vague.

Ryan: I’ve just been taking a little break from things. Trying to figure some stuff out, I guess.

David: I get that You doing okay?

I hesitated, then found myself opening up more than I planned.

Ryan: Honestly? I’ve been exploring my sexuality lately. First time I’ve really let myself do that. It’s been… new. Kind of freeing, but also scary as hell.

David: That’s awesome, Coach. Seriously. I’m really glad you’re doing that. You deserve to figure shit out without anyone giving you crap.

His words hit me harder than I expected. I felt a strange warmth in my chest. Out of all the people who could have said that to me, hearing it from one of my former swimmers felt surprisingly good.

Ryan: Thanks, David. That means more than you know.

We messaged back and forth for a while. He was easy to talk to — supportive, casual, and didn’t make it weird. After twenty minutes of chatting, he finally said it.

David: So… would you want to swap for a few days? I’m down if you are.

I read the message twice. My stomach tightened.

Ryan: You sure that wouldn’t be too weird? ... Exploring my sexuality, I mean.

David: Nah, not weird at all. That’s kind of what the site is for, right? Exploring stuff. Besides, I haven’t been getting much attention from guys lately anyway. I’ve worked hard to keep this body in shape. Might as well let someone who actually put it to good use. And if it’s an old friend like you? Even better.

Shit, I didn't realize David was gay. I mean, I guess in retrospect that makes sense, but I hadn't really thought that much about it. That would make things a bit easier.

I could feel myself getting tempted. The 98% match, the easy conversation, the way he was reassuring me… it all made it feel strangely safe.

Ryan: You’re really okay with me being in your body?

David: More than okay, Coach. I’d actually like it. I've always looked up to you, it would be cool to repay you for that.

I stared at my phone for a long moment, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

Ryan: Alright then, let's do it.

David and I agreed on a four-day swap. The process felt smoother than with Cruz. A bright flash behind my eyes, a moment of vertigo, and then everything settled.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying in an unfamiliar bed in a small, tidy apartment. I looked down.

David’s body.

Lean, smooth, athletic. My new hands were younger, veins less prominent. I sat up slowly and walked over to the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door.

It was so fucking weird.

I was staring at one of my former swimmers. The same kid I used to yell at for lazy flip turns and sloppy streamline. Now I was him. I ran David’s hands over his chest and abs, feeling the tight muscle definition I used to see every day at practice. His skin was smooth, almost no hair except a thin trail leading down from his navel. His cock was already half-hard just from the novelty of the swap.

I wrapped my new hand around it and gave a slow stroke. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me. It felt different. More sensitive. Quicker to respond.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered in David’s voice. It still felt surreal hearing his younger tone come out of my mouth.

I kept stroking, watching myself — watching him — in the mirror. The way his abs flexed, the way his biceps popped when I tensed my arm. I imagined all the times I’d stood on the pool deck trying not to look too long at these exact bodies. Now I was inside one.

I jerked off faster, breathing harder, until I came hard across David’s tight stomach, thick ropes landing on his smooth skin. I stood there panting, looking at the mess I’d made in my former swimmer’s body.

It was the strangest mix of guilt and arousal I’d ever felt.

A few days later I was at a gay bar downtown in David’s body. It was crowded, loud, and full of guys in their twenties. I felt both out of place and strangely excited. Being young again, being able to be here without anyone recognizing me, was liberating.

I was nursing a vodka soda at the bar when I saw him.

Tommy Morrison.

He was standing near the edge of the dance floor with a couple of friends, laughing at something. He’d filled out nicely since high school — broader shoulders, solid arms, a confident stance. He looked good. Really good.

I remembered him clearly. He joined the swim team as a junior when David was a freshman. It was supposed to be cross-training for running after he injured his ankle pretty badly. Less impact on the joints. But Tommy took to swimming so naturally that he stuck with it. Skipped indoor track his senior year just so he could keep swimming.

He’d always been one of the nicest kids I ever coached. Respectful, hardworking, good attitude.

And now I was staring at him like he was a piece of meat.

I quickly looked away, heat rising in my face. What the hell are you doing, Ryan? You were his coach.

Then it hit me.

In this body, I was younger than Tommy now.

The realization sent a strange thrill through me. I wasn’t his coach anymore.

Before I could decide whether to look away or go say something, Tommy started walking straight toward me. My stomach flipped. I tried to act casual, but when he tapped me on the shoulder I still startled slightly.

“Hey man, how are you?” Tommy said with a big smile. Without hesitation he pulled me into a quick, firm hug. He smelled like cologne and beer. When he stepped back, he looked me up and down, his eyes lingering for a second, and the corner of his mouth turned up in a slight grin.

I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. David’s face was probably bright red.

Tommy didn’t seem to mind. “This is crazy, I haven’t seen you in forever. Come meet my friends.”

He introduced me to the group as David. For the rest of the night I stayed with them — laughing, drinking, moving between the bar and the dance floor. I couldn’t stop watching Tommy. The way he carried himself was magnetic. He was masculine and confident without trying too hard, but he was also goofy and playful — teasing his friends, making dumb jokes, dancing badly on purpose just to make everyone laugh. Guys kept glancing at him and checking him out as they walked by.

He was everything I wished I could have been as a gay man — comfortable in his skin, open, free.

By the end of the night we were all drunk and starving. The whole group ended up at a McDonald’s a couple blocks away. We crammed into a booth, laughing too loud for the late hour. Tommy slid in right next to me. Without saying anything, he smoothly wrapped his arm around my waist and let his hand rest on my side, rubbing slow circles with his thumb.

The casual touch sent heat rushing through David’s body.

When it was finally time to leave, Tommy’s hand moved to my thigh under the table. He rubbed the inside of it, fingers pressing just firm enough to make my breath catch.

“My apartment is right around the corner,” he said, voice low and close to my ear. “I’ve got some new records if you want to come see them.”

I didn’t even pretend to hesitate.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice coming out a little rough in David’s throat. “I’d like that.”

We said goodbye to his friends and started walking. Tommy kept his hand on my lower back the whole way. His apartment was only a five-minute walk, but it felt longer with the tension building between us. When we got inside, he locked the door behind us and turned to face me, that same slight grin playing on his lips.

I wandered over to his record collection, pretending to look through the sleeves while trying to calm my nerves. A few seconds later I felt Tommy come up behind me. His hands gently grabbed my waist and turned me around. Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed me.

It was tender at first, almost careful. Then he deepened it, one hand sliding up to the back of my neck. When he finally pulled back, he looked me in the eyes and said quietly, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

My heart slammed in David’s chest. I didn’t know what to say, so I just kissed him again, harder this time.

We made our way to his bed, still kissing as we pulled each other’s shirts off. Tommy laid me down gently and started kissing down my neck, then across my smooth chest and stomach. Every touch of his lips sent electricity through me. I couldn’t stop staring at him — his perfectly toned body, the way his veiny biceps flexed as he held himself over me, that cute smile, the light mustache above his lip, his warm sweet eyes, and the cool geometric tattoo on his forearm.

He was gorgeous.

I was so turned on I could barely think straight. This was one of my former swimmers — a kid I used to coach — now kissing his way down my (David’s) body like he’d been waiting years to do it. The guilt and the thrill mixed together in a way that made everything feel even more intense.

Tommy looked up at me, eyes dark with want, his hand sliding slowly up my thigh.

He stood up and pushed his underwear down in one motion, kicking them aside. His cock sprang up, hard and thick, curving slightly upward. I stared at it, my mouth going dry. He had already stripped me completely naked.

He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. Then he climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees between my spread legs. Looking down at me with dark, hungry eyes, he poured some lube onto his fingers and warmed it up by rubbing them together.

He leaned forward slightly and pressed one slick finger against my hole. I tensed for a second, but his other hand gently rubbed the inside of my thigh, slow and soothing. He pushed the finger in carefully, working it deeper with small, patient movements. A low moan escaped my throat.

After a minute he added a second finger, stretching me open. I squirmed on the sheets, breathing heavier, my cock leaking against my stomach. The combination of his fingers and that steady, comforting hand on my thigh was driving me crazy.

Tommy looked me straight in the eyes, his voice low and commanding.

“Are you on Prep?”

I could barely form words. I was so desperate to feel him inside me that it came out shaky and needy.

“Yes,” I managed, practically whimpering. “Yeah, I’m on it.”

Tommy gave me that same endearing, cute, confident smile — the one that made my chest tighten. Without another word, he pulled his fingers out, slicked up his cock, and lined himself up.

He thrust into me in one smooth, steady motion.

I gasped loudly as he filled me, my hands grabbing at his arms. He felt huge inside David’s tighter body. Tommy let out a deep groan, eyes half-closed for a moment, then looked back down at me as he started moving his hips.

“Fuck, David…” he breathed, leaning down closer.

Tommy started thrusting, deep and steady. Every roll of his hips sent waves of pleasure through me.

Fuck, he’s so hot. The thought kept repeating in my head as I watched him above me. The way his shoulders flexed, the way his chest moved with each breath, the confident look on his face. This is exactly how I want to be. Masculine. At ease in my own skin. Open. Desired.

This was my first time having sex without a condom. The feeling of Tommy’s bare cock sliding in and out of me was overwhelming. I couldn’t tell if raw sex just felt this incredible, or if it was specifically his cock — thick, curved, and hitting the perfect spot every single time. Honestly, it was probably both.

Tommy’s rhythm picked up. His eyes had turned darker, hungrier. He looked down at me and said in a low, rough voice, “I wish you could see how sexy you look right now.”

That sent me spiraling.

I closed my eyes and pictured it — being inside Tommy’s body instead. Looking down at David’s lean, smooth body spread out beneath me. Seeing my new, stronger hands gripping these hips. Fucking him with this powerful body while wearing that cute, confident smile.

The fantasy hit me like a freight train.

I came hard, moaning loudly as my cock pulsed between us, shooting across David’s stomach and chest. My hole clenched tight around Tommy’s cock with every wave.

“Fuck— David—” Tommy groaned. His thrusts became shorter and harder, then he buried himself deep and came. I felt every pulse as he filled me.

He dropped down onto me, chest to chest, our sweaty skin pressing together and smearing my cum between us. I pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting beer and salt on his tongue.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard.

All I could think, over and over, was:

(Inspired by @verus-veritas and his Stolen Reflection story. Loved the swap method of a mirror storing reflections. Turned out longer than I expected so gonna break it up into parts. Loosely a prequel to that story, so Mr. Kessler's body will end up back in that mirror eventually! Got some plans for that 😈)

Ethan Shepherd sat next to his best friend, Tyler Rourke, playing video games. While it was fun, there was an air of melancholy about the pair of 18 year old boys. The two had both lived in this same apartment complex for years, and been as close as brothers, going to high school together. Sadly that was coming to an end as Tyler's family was moving away soon. Packed-up boxes surrounded them as a constant reminder of the soon-approaching move date.

"Man, I'm gonna miss you," Tyler said as they finished the round they were on.

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss you too. It's gonna be so lonely here. Dad's pretty much never home and I don't really have anyone to hang with," commiserated Ethan.

The moment was interrupted by a loud "Hey dork! Where's my old weight bench?" from down the hall.

"Bet you won't miss him," Tyler teased Ethan whole rolling his eyes before shouting back, "Probably still in the storage unit!"

The source of the voice was Brock, Tyler's older brother and total jock. He considered Ethan and Tyler to both be total dweebs, and Tyler found Brock to be an insufferable sweaty, smelly jock. Ethan, contrary to what Tyler had said, harbored a major crush on Brock, one he kept hidden as he knew nothing could come of it.

"Ugh, I hate going down there," Brock complained. He passed by Tyler's room, dressed in a tanktop and gym shorts, sweaty and unchanged after his earlier workout.

"You still stink, Brock!" Tyler called out after him, only to get flipped off by Brock as he exited the apartment to make his way to the basement storage units of the complex.

Ethan was grateful Tyler hadn't noticed the deep breath he had taken as Brock passed by and he got a whiff of that sweaty jock musk. His dick was already half-chubbed from that alone.

********

An hour or so later, Ethan entered his own apartment after wrapping up with Tyler. To his disappointment, Brock hadn't returned from the basement for Ethan to ogle at one more time. He wasn't sure how many more times he'd get to enjoy Tyler's company and view that Brock offered before the move, so he tried to savor every second.

On the counter top was a note from his Dad-- with one of the usual excuses for his absence. "Hey E, work needed me out of town, will be gone a few days. Fridge is stocked and pizza money is in my desk drawer. PS I need you to get my old suitcase from storage. Thanks!"

Ethan sighed. His father's work often kept him late, and when it didn't it would take him out of town. At this point Ethan was pretty used to the apartment being empty, but without Tyler to help him fill the time, he could see it getting real lonely.

Deciding to stave off the inevitable depressing silence of the empty apartment, Ethan figured he'd go take care of his dad's request. The walk to the basement storage units wasn't a long one, thankfully. Opening the metal door at the base of the stairs, Ethan entered, nose assaulted with the smell of the dust of the ages. The complex had been around for years and years, and some of this stuff had clearly been here since the first tenants moved in.

As he walked towards their storage unit he caught an unmistakable whiff of jock sweat and he paused. There was the unit Tyler's family owned, unlocked, but Brock's weight bench still sat there, unmoved. "Odd," Ethan thought, curious what would have distracted Brock from bringing the bench back up to the apartment. He glanced around and noticed something strange in the unit across the hall, the one marked "Kessler". For some reason its lock had been cut off by some bolt cutters.

The light had caught an odd mirror and Ethan thought he saw Brock standing there, causing him to nearly jump. But when he glanced away, he was alone still. "What in the world..." he pondered.

He stepped closer to the unit with the mirror, ignoring the other odds and ends. There was Brock, clear as day, yet Ethan couldn't see where he was. He glanced more directly at the mirror and started when Brock's eyes met his. Apparently Brock was startled too as he did the same. Like, exactly the same. "Wait..." Ethan spoke and saw the Brock in the mirror do the same. Testing the insane theory he was developing, Ethan raised an arm above his head. Mirror Brock did the same, showing his hairy pits.

"No way!" Ethan said, excitement growing. He didn't know how this was possible but he was already growing excited at the things he could do with Brock's reflection. He slipped his shirt off, mirror Brock taking off his tanktop and revealing his muscular torso. Ethan took out his phone to snap a picture, imagining Brock at the gym taking a selfie for him.

Ethan continued to stare in awe at the perfection that was Brad, shirtless and all for him. Ethan flexed, normally embarrassed of his skinny arms, but Mirror Brad followed and his muscles bulged enticingly. "Oh fuck me," Ethan whispered softly. He slid his hands down his smooth stomach and mirror Brad slid down his defined abs. Ethan couldn't resist slipping his hands into his pants and nearly came right there as mirror Brad seductively grabbed his crotch as well.

"BRAD!" came a shout from the entrance to the basement and Ethan was shocked out of his reverie. In his haste, he stumbled against a box and reached a hand out to steady himself, touching the mirror. He felt a jolt, something he couldn't describe, unlike any simple static shock he'd ever felt. In the mirror, his scrawny 18 year old body looked back at him. He felt a wave of disappointment. Seems like his fun was already over.

He sniffed, and caught a sudden strong whiff of sweat, like the source was right under his nose. Odd, had he really gotten so sweaty so quickly? Aware that someone else had apparently come down here, he reached to grab his discarded shirt. His hand met damp fabric and he looked in surprise at none other than Brad's sweaty tank. It was then he saw how meaty his arms were, and suddenly a lot clicked. "Holy shit, I'm-"

"There you are, Brad!" came a voice from the hall. Ethan looked up to see Tyler's dad. "I know you wanted to get your weight bench but stop goofing off and bring it up. We still need you to help pack."

"Uh, sure thing... dad," Ethan said, unsure of what to do.

Mr. Rourke turned and grabbed a box from the storage unit and looked expectantly at Ethan. Ethan grabbed the weight bench, surprised at the relative ease that Brad's body had with the task. He followed all the way back to the Rourke's apartment, where he set the bench down.

"OK, your brother is helping your mom with packing up the kitchen. I need you to help me get the furniture ready for the truck, whenever they finally get here," Mr. Rourke said authoritatively.

Ethan simply nodded, and got to work. It took about an hour of hard physical labor but everything got done. Ethan marveled at the pure strength he had as Brock, and tried to contain how excited he had been hearing his own body grunt as he hefted heavy furniture around. He was drenched in fresh sweat, almost intoxicated by it.

"Thanks for your help, champ. Honestly expected more complaining out of you but you really stepped up there. Hope this change sticks around, Broccoli," said Mr. Rourke, using an affectionate name Ethan KNEW Brock despised. "But kid you really gotta shower. Get to it."

"OK, will do Dad," Ethan said, feeling oddly warm at the fatherly praise. He stomped over to Brock's room to grab some fresh clothes.

Once inside, he paused. It was the first time he'd been in Brock's room. He was usually a huge jerk about it to Tyler and Ethan, even though they hadn't ever tried to go in his room. He surveyed the place. The air is thick with Brock’s scent, raw sweat, cheap Axe body spray, and a lingering funk of unwashed gym clothes that clings to everything.

The centerpiece is the unmade bed, a full-size mattress sagging under a tangle of gray sheets, stained with sweat and who-knows-what-else. The sheets smell like Brock’s body, all musky, primal, with a faint whiff of cum from nights he didn’t bother cleaning up. A pair of red boxer briefs, crusty with dried sweat and maybe a quick jerk-off, dangles off the edge of the bed frame.

In the corner sits Brock's weights, a set of dumbbells for his use at home. Brock had apparently situated it so the full length mirror hanging from the bedroom door could be used to check himself out while pumping iron.

Ethan sat down on the bed, feeling it creak under Brock's bulk, and stared at his hands. "Holy shit, I'm Brock. I'm Brock!" he whispered to himself in shock. He peels off the sweaty tank top and shoves it to his face to inhale deeply. He loves the way Brock's facial hair brushes against the fabric as he immediately grows fully hard at the scent of his best friend's brother. He lies back and slips off the gym shorts, leaving him alone in Brock's bed with just his underwear on.

Ethan gaped at the bulge in Brock's tight boxer briefs, the way his huge legs stretched out the fabric. The waistband had caught as he pulled off the shorts and Brock's massive muscle ass was teasingly visible. The abs and pecs formed a beautiful trail down to that big Brock bulge. Ethan twisted and buried his face in his new pits to get that potent musk right from the source and involuntarily moaned. His free hand ran up and down Brock's muscles, and he gasped as he brushed against the jock's perky nipples. He began playing with them as he sat up and looked in the mirror. He ran his other hand up and down Brock's powerful frame, moving his huge body in a more sensual way than he'd ever seen it. "Ugh, you smell so good, Brock," he said, voice low and husky as he turned to take another whiff of his pits. He paused and the flexed his arms, licking the massive peak of his biceps. He slid the underwear all the way off at this point, with Brock's massive cock springing free and standing at attention.

"God you're huge!" Ethan whispered to himself as he wrapped Brock's big hand around the stolen cock. Brock was uncut, unlike Ethan's original cock, and Ethan took his time discovering the pleasures of his new foreskin, rubbing the copious precum Brock produced all over it. He looked back in the mirror, seeing Brock all hot and bothered, then flexed again, giving himself a little show.

It was finally too much for Ethan and he gasped as Brock's sizeable balls pulled up and his orgasm arrived. It was mind-blowing and better than anything Ethan had ever experienced. And Brock came a LOT. When the orgasm finally subsided, Brock's broad and muscular torso dripped with his spunk. Ethan scooped some into his hand and licked it up, relishing the warm stickiness of Brock's cum- though it tasted just as bad as you'd expect for a careless jock bro, it was 100% Brock's which was all Ethan cared about.

He paused then and looked back at the mirror. There he lay in Brock's body, absolutely covered in cum, and he felt some of that post-orgasm clarity kick in. This whole situation was ABSURD! Here he was in his best friend's brother's body and he's acting like a desperate whore. He wiped his chest down with Brock's sheets, then scrambled to grab at least enough covering to go down the hall to the shower as was expected. He slipped on a pair of lounge pants and a blue jacket that he didn't bother to zip up. As he made his way through the Rourke household, thoughts of what in the world he would do lingered over a deeper feeling, one he was scared of. One of satisfaction with this change.

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Bill Roberts was one of our neighbors, and a very eccentric one at that. He was some kind of nut professor who used to work at NASA or some place like that, but got kicked out after his nervous breakdown. The very thought made me sad. Bill was a strange old man who lived completely alone, but was really nice and friendly to us. And for some strange reason, he seemed to take a liking to our family, though why I haven’t got a clue. That alone proves that he’s nuts as far as I’m concerned. The fact that he liked to build strange inventions in his garage only added to that. Today he asked my dad to bring the family around to his place on Saturday to test something out. So, on Saturday morning after getting all dressed up and ready, we found ourselves all standing in Bill’s living room.

“Hello Ted.” Bill greeted Dad with a grin, “Mary” he nodded at Mom. “And how are you kids doing?”

“Hi Bill!” My kid brother Kyle said cheerfully, running over and giving him a hug. “Can I have some ice cream?” Bill chuckled at that, promising that he could have some in just a little while.

When he looked at me, I shrugged back. “I’m all right.”

Derek, my older brother just snorted when Bill looked at him, showing his obvious displeasure at being there. He always thought of our neighbour as a crazy nutjob, and got scolded by Dad last night for refusing to join us. That didn’t seem to dampen Bill’s mood, though it certainly improved mine. As long as my jerk of a brother Derek was unhappy, I figured that I had good reason to be happy.

“So,” Dad asked, “what’s this all about?”

Mom nodded. “You told Ted that you wanted to show us something new,” She smiled, “though you didn’t need to do that for us to come visit.” She handed a plate to Bill, saying “I thought that you might like some cookies.”

Bill unwrapped the cookie plate and let out a sigh of pleasure. “Dear Mary, they look absolutely delicious! I’m sure that I shall thoroughly enjoy them. Thank you very much.” Then after covering the cookies back up and setting them down on the table, he muttered “Now where was I?”

“Were you going to get me some ice cream?” Kyle asked with a hopeful grin.

“Oh, of course” Bill chuckled, “That’s what I was going to do.” Then several seconds after Bill disappeared into his kitchen, he was back with several ice cream bars in hand. Kyle took his immediately, as did I. Even though I considered myself too old to receive sweets from grown-up. Derek however turned his down, before spitting on the floor and walking out to the porch. He really made it obvious he had no intention of playing along and being friendly with the creepy neighbour. Bill however just shrugged, “All the more for me.” And started eating it himself.

After Dad went out and had a talk with Derek, they both came back in looking much happier. We then went through the door that led to Bill’s garage, as I stopped and stared around. The large double car garage had long ago been remade into Bill’s private workshop. Benches lined the walls, filled with half complete experiments and things that I had no idea about. All that I’d seen before though. What was new was the large racks which leaned up against one wall, looking like some sort of computers. And of course the five funny looking chairs with cables and helmets attached to them. It looked like a very confusing mess to me.

“What’s this junk?” Derek asked from next to me. Even he was looking at all the new equipment curiously. Seeing me sneering at him, he immediately crossed his arms and pretended not to care. “What are you smiling about, freak? I’m only playing along because Dad promised to pay a third of the loan on my car if I did this.” I rolled my eyes. Of course Dad had to bribe him.

“This,” Bill suddenly stated proudly, “Is my latest invention! It is a thought projector.”

“Um… sounds interesting…” Dad commented cautiously, “But what exactly does it do?”

Bill rushed over to one computer console that seemed to be some sort of control and gently laid a hand on it. “This is a… no…” he muttered to himself, “It’s for…” Then taking a deep breath, Bill looked thoughtful and continued more slowly, “My thought projector transmits thoughts and memories.” He grinned proudly now that he’d gotten it out. However it still didn’t make any sense to the rest of us.

Oddly enough, it was Derek who said what I was thinking. “And what does that mean… in English?” Dad gave Derek a warning glare, which he didn’t seem to care.

Moving away from what control console, Bill went to the chairs, one of which was sitting apart and facing the other four. “This can take a person’s thoughts and memories, or at least a small part, and transmit them to other people to see and hear.” He grinned proudly. “Sort of like an internal radio or television.”

"Aaah…” we all exclaimed at once. Now it made sense.

“So” I said, “This is some sort of new communication system?”

“Well” Bill sighed, “It might be used sort of like that. The idea was to create a virtual reality device though my research ended up going in a slightly different direction than I’d originally intended.” Bill adjusted his glasses again, then continued “But now it can be used more as a learning aid. At least I hope so.”

“That does sound interesting.” Dad said, walking over and looking at one of the chairs. Mom and Derek quickly joined him. Derek asked “And why exactly are there five chairs?” He gave Bill a suspicious look.

Bill sighed. “I’m afraid that’s why I asked you all over. I needed to test the thought projector, and I needed some people that I can trust.” He looked at us all, looking almost like he was begging, “I implore you. I require your assistance to prove the feasibility and consistency of transmission. And I needed all of you for that.”

Mom gasped. “You want us to be guinea pigs?”

Bill looked shocked at the accusation. “Oh no… well… sort of. It’s perfectly safe, I assure you. I just need to prove that it works.”

I looked at it and grinned. “Sure” I said, “This looks kind of cool.” Then I quickly sat down in the closest chair. The one that was facing the other four. “So what do we need to do?”

Dad was about to say something, but then looked over and saw that Kyle had already climbed into one chair. Shaking his head slightly, he said “All right. I trust you that you know what you’re doing.” Then as he sat down in one of the chairs, he looked at Derek. “Are you going to try it?”

Derek looked thoughtful for a moment. It was obvious that he was torn between following orders that could net him a huge sum of cash, and his dislike of actually doing something with the rest of the family. As a slightly greedy look formed on his face, I knew that he’d made up his mind to join us as well.

“So” I asked calmly, “What do we have to do?”

“Well” Bill said thoughtfully, “You’re in the projection chair so it will be you that does the transmitting.”

Without answering my question, Bill then ran from one chair to another, lowering the funny helmets onto our heads and strapping our waists around the chair, and making me feel like I was sitting in an electric chair. I had to admit though, that the sight of a pissed Derek in a similar situation brought a smile to my face and made the whole thing worth it.

“What’s with the straps dude?” Derek asked, as his was tightened.

“It’s for your own safety, so you don’t fall off and hit your head.” Bill answered shortly before tightening it even more.

When Bill was finished adjusting all of our chairs, he turned to me. “Now Jason, you have the most important task. You will have to focus on an image or memory, and the device will transmit that image or memory to your family. They will see it just as you do.”

“All right.” I agreed nervously. For some reason, this didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. Especially with “some secrets” I would never want my family to find out about. I was really getting uncomfortable with the situation, but there was no way I was going to back out now. I’d look like a chicken, and there was no way that I was going to give Derek that kind of ammo to use against me.

“This should just take a few moments.” Bill told us all. “When I tell you, start concentrating on a memory.” Then he gave me a wink, and in a knowing voice he added, “Just make sure that it’s one you don’t mind sharing.” Bill gave me a reassuring smile, then turned to the others. “All you have to do is close your eyes and relax. You should receive whatever Jason sends you. When this is over, I want to verify that you all got the same memory and that it wasn’t corrupted or changed by your own minds. That’s very important.”

“Just get on with it already.” Derek snapped impatiently, looking as if he didn’t believe that it would actually work.

“All right then.” Bill told us, “I’m turning it on now.”

With that, I felt a faint tingle through my head. Remembering what I needed to do, I carefully thought about the day last summer when we were all having a picnic on the beach. I kept my eyes closed, focusing on the image, while the strange tingling grew stronger and stronger. Somewhere I heard Kyle laugh and Derek snort, but I didn’t open my eyes to look at them. Suddenly the tingling grew even stronger, making my head feel like it was on fire.

Then I heard Bill suddenly scream “Dear Lord, what’s happening?! The power’s been turned to maximum!” I didn’t… couldn’t pay him much attention. The pain in my skull was increasing more and more with each passing second. With a great effort I managed to force my eyes open, only to see flashes of light and sparks flying around some of the computer racks. Bill’s voice was yelling, “We’re getting a power surge!” I noticed the panic in his voice, but I was in too much pain to care.

The pain filling me seemed to spread beyond just my skull. Memories started flashing through my mind as I screamed out in agony. To my horror, “those” memories which I hoped would never be revealed flashed through my head; That I was gay, that I purposely peeked into my parent’s bedroom as they had sex just to catch a glimpse of my burly dad, and that I secretly envied Derek’s fit athletic body so much that I had jerked off in his bed once or twice while imagining being him…

“N-No! No! I-I don’t want t-to do this anymore!!” I yelled out, as my head was pounding non-stop. I tried to pull at the straps around my neck and waist, but found myself too disoriented to put out any real force.

“What the FUCK!!!” I heard Derek scream across the room, and just briefly seeing the anger and disgust in his eyes before he winced out of pain.

For a brief second I thought that I could see my entire life flashing before my eyes, then it was almost as if my very being were being yanked out and stretched to the breaking point. Then finally the pain stopped, but it had already pushed me too far and I slipped into the comforting void of unconsciousness…

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When I came to, I felt pretty groggy, and really strange. I opened my eyes and cautiously looked around, only to gasp when I realized that I wasn’t sitting where I had been. Dad was sitting on one side of me, and Kyle was on the other. But a lot more shocking than that was the fact that I could see myself sitting in the chair across from me.

“What the hell?” I exclaimed, hearing the exact same words come from both Kyle and Dad at the same time.

I quickly unstrapped the helmet off of my head then began untying the strap around me, noticing even more clearly how strange my body suddenly felt. Suddenly I had a very, very bad feeling. After giving a quick glance at Dad, and then at Kyle, I forced myself to look down again. One glance was more than enough for me to see what had happened to me. To see the much more muscular arms and thicker thighs, and the very familiar clothes that I was wearing.

Somehow… I’d been turned into Derek!

“HOLY SHIT!” I screamed, jumping out of my chair and grabbing at my body. Or was it Derek’s body? I grabbed my… his biceps and squeezed, having no doubt that they were indeed real.

For several moments I was so caught up in looking down at my new body and trying to calm down, that I hadn’t noticed the rest of my family. When I finally calmed down enough to look at the others, they were all doing the same thing I was, looking confused and examining their bodies in disbelief. All except for… me. My body was just sitting in the chair, looking at the rest of us as if we were crazy.

Bill was staring at us all with confusion in his own eyes, and worry. “Please calm down Mary.” he begged, grabbing for my Mom. “Ted…”

But then Mom screamed out “But I’m JASON.”

Dad snapped around, “No, I’m Jason.”

“I am!” I snarled, feeling the blood in my new body boil. No wonder Derek had temperamental issues.

We noticed that Kyle was doing the same thing., trying to get our attention. “I’m really Jason.”

The other me… or at least the one that looked like me asked in confusion “What’s going on? Have you all gone nuts?”

“Please calm down everyone” Bill begged, staring at us all with an odd look on his face. “Please calm down. Something has gone wrong.” He looked at the sizzling control console and frowned, “Someone seemed to have changed the power setting from minimum to maximum.” Everyone turned and stared at me, and I would have done the same if it wasn’t because… well… me literally being in the body of the one I wanted to stare at. Bill then went on to explain that the equipment couldn’t handle it. That it had taken a major power surge. “I believe…” Bill gulped nervously, “that Jason here projected a lot more than just that one memory…”

“What are you talking about?” I demanded, though I was beginning to get a good idea.

Bill looked extremely frustrated as he said “Please just bear with me.”

Then with that, Bill led us out of his garage workshop and into the living room. We all followed, looking at each other uncomfortably. Once we were in the living room, we all sat down on the couches and chairs, as far away from each other as we could. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying not to touch anything that I shouldn’t even though Derek’s bulging muscles were visibly poking out from my shirt. From Derek’s shirt. Everything felt so tight and I felt so strong, even down to the thing between my defined legs. I didn’t tell anyone, but I felt so damn good being in this body.

The other me, my real body had been taken into another room by Bill, who promised that he’d be back in just a little while. I just nodded, staring at my unfamiliar hands. At the callused palms, the meatier fingers and the veins running across the skin. And when I occasionally tore my eyes off of myself and looked at the others, I saw that they all seemed to be in about the same disoriented condition. Well, except for Dad. He was busily peeking inside his own pants and appeared to be grinning slightly.

Finally Bill and the other me came back into the room. “What happened?” I immediately asked the other me.

“He just asked me a lot of questions and had me take a few tests” the other me answered with a shrug.

“And now it’s someone else’s turn.” Bill said. I shrugged, figuring that it might as well be me, but Kyle had gotten up first, so Bill led him off to another room. After Kyle had eventually come back, it was Dad’s turn, then finally mine.

Bill had led me to the dining room, and gestured for me to sit down. “Now Derek,” he said, “I have a few questions for you. Please answer them as honestly as you can.”

I grimaced, and then reminded him “I’m not Derek. I’m Jason.” He just nodded as if that was the answer he’d expected.

“Well I do have some questions for you.” Bill said calmly, “To start with, what is your favorite color?”

For at least half an hour Bill asked me question after question, some of which were as simple as things I liked and disliked, while others were a little more in depth and technical. Some of them I couldn’t answer at all, not having a clue. He also had me do some of those stupid ink blot tests, telling him what kind of things I saw in the smudges. Real stupid stuff. Then finally he led me back into his garage workshop, and hooked a few electrodes to my head for a couple minutes to measure my brainwaves.

Finally Bill said “All right, I’m done with you. When you get back into the living room, please send…” a pained look appeared on Bill’s face, “…Mary in.” I nodded, then went and did as he asked.

While Bill was talking with Mom, I took advantage of the opportunity to go to the bathroom. My bladder was beginning to kill me, and being incredibly curious of what was down there, I figured that I might as well just get it over and done with.

As soon as I was in the bathroom, I stopped and stared at the mirror. Derek stared back. The same Derek that I’d argued with earlier that day and punched me on the arm at breakfast. His light brown hair and chiseled face were now mine, and that thought somehow got me hard.

“Sorry, bro… I’m just borrowing. You’ll get this back eventually and I promise I won’t break it… probably…” I gave myself a cheeky smile in the mirror, seeing my brother’s douchey face move under my perfect command. If anyone could figure out how to get us back to normal it was Bill. Then, as I stared at Derek’s face, I couldn’t help but wonder exactly whose body he’d ended up in. After all, it stood to reason that if I’d been turned into him, then maybe he’d been turned into me. But somehow I had the feeling that it wasn’t going to be that simple.

With a grin, I turned away from the mirror and excitedly pulled down my pants and aimed towards the toilet to do my business. The feeling of relief was just the same as it normally was, though the way it sprayed out felt just a tiny bit odd. And when I was done, I found myself staring down at my naked crotch in both lust and fascination. I’d never seen Derek’s cock before, at least not since he hit puberty. Somehow though, I suspected it wasn’t something he was afraid of showing, having been popular among the girls at his school and the large-sized condoms found all over his room.

Sure enough, down there I was met with a hefty chunk of meat. Long, thick, uncut… and definitely growing by the seconds. For several minutes I just kept nervously looking at it, even hesitantly touching and poking it. It felt… strange… yet very pleasurable. Before long I found myself unbearable hard, and I knew there was no way I was getting it down in my pants like this. So, I grabbed it between my hands and began sliding my callused palms along the shaft. The feeling was amazing, so much better than my own jerk-off sessions had ever felt. I didn’t know if it was because it was my brother’s body or because it was me inside controlling it, but I felt my entire self being washed over with pleasure and ecstasy. Unable to control myself anymore I laid down on the cold bathroom floor and began tugging at Derek’s meat stick with unrelenting full force. Watching his hefty cock slide in and out of my hands, and his hard abs tensing uncontrollably from the motion brought me right to the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!” I screamed out of joy, before arching my back and spraying all over Derek’s meaty thighs and tight stomach. “Holy jesus…..” I basked in the post-orgasm my brother’s athletic body rewarded me with. As I laid there on the floor, all exhausted but chuckling, I thought to myself, “This is waaay better than jerking off in your bed while pretending I’m you, when I can literally feel, smell and BE you! Hehe…”

Hearing footsteps and my Mom’s voice outside, I quickly cleaned myself up and prepared to go out and face my family again. Much to my surprise I was met by my smiling Dad standing outside the bathroom door, who simply gave me a passing wink before he too locked himself inside the bathroom. I wonder what that meant?

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A short while later, Bill came back in with a serious, but sad look on his face. He stared at us for a long moment, then finally said “I’m afraid it’s even worse than I thought” Bill winced slightly, refusing to look any of us in the eye. Then he finally looked up and gulped visibly before saying “Why don’t you all come into my work shop. I’ll explain it there.”

I frowned, and then gave a nervous look at Kyle before following behind Bill. When we had all gathered back in the garage, Bill stopped and stared at some computer screen for a moment, which only made me even more apprehensive. Finally, he turned back to us and took a deep breath before continuing.

“As I told you earlier,” Bill said quietly, “my machine was only meant to project single memories…” He paused for a moment, then continued in a quiet tone almost as if he was talking to himself. “But… the power being turned up too far, and then the unfortunate power surge…” He winced then shook his head. “It went too far. Way too far.”

“Get to the point!” Kyle suddenly snapped, echoing exactly what I’d been thinking. “How do you get us back to normal?”

“I’m afraid that it isn’t that simple” Bill admitted quietly. “The accident didn’t just swap your minds like you seem to believe…” Once again he paused, then he suddenly turned to the computer monitor and pushed some buttons on the side. Two strange squiggly lines popped up on it, running from one side of the screen to the other. “This,” he pointed at the top line, “Is my brainwave pattern. And this…” he gestured at the second one which was somewhat different than the first “Is Jason’s.” He paused for a moment. “You notice that they are different. Everyone’s is a little different, sort of like fingerprints.”

“And?” Mom and I both asked at once.

“And these,” Bill said as he pushed another button and brought up four more lines, “are all of yours.”

I stared at the wave patterns for a moment then said “But they all look the same…?”

“Exactly.” Bill said sadly. “The overload transferred more than just one memory… or memories… It transferred all of it. It projected all of Jason’s memories, thoughts, personality, everything… into all of you. And somehow it even…” Bill turned his head away but not before I saw the tears coming down his cheeks, “It even overwrote all the memories, personalities, and preferences you already had. And as far as I can tell… it did so permanently.”

For several moments I just stared at Bill in stunned disbelief, trying to make sense of what he’d just said. But as much as I didn’t want to understand, as I didn’t want to know what he’d said, I did.

“Oh my God” I whispered in horror. “Then I’m not really Jason? I’m actually Derek but think that I’m Jason?” I shook my head, feeling more than a little disoriented and nauseated. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

Bill sat down for a moment, looking extremely sad. “In a way though, it’s a lot more complicated than that. As far as I can tell, all the memories, personality, and even the way you… ehm Jason thinks were all transferred over. When I tested you all, the answers were all very consistent. Even your brain patterns are now the same. Effectively, you are all Jason now.” Bill broke down and started crying, “It’s as if you all have the same soul, and God help me…” Bill sobbed, “as if I killed you all. Mary, Ted, Kyle and Derek are gone, and it’s all my fault.”

“Holy shit.” I whispered, not noticing that the others were all doing the same thing. My legs felt weak and I sat down uncomfortably. How could that be? I wasn’t Derek. I was Jason. I remembered my entire life. When Derek and I fought, when Kyle was brought home for the first time, and even the first time I’d had an erection. This wasn’t my body. It was my brother’s body, not mine. “No…” I whispered as I stared at my hands in renewed shock, “I’m not Derek. I’m not. I’m me. Jason.” Then I dropped my head into my hands and just stared blankly at the floor. Literally experiencing an identity crisis, I had no idea who I were anymore.

Eventually I shook my head and pulled myself together, though I wasn’t sure how long it had taken. I looked at the others, seeing that they were all in pretty much a similar condition. “Me-Mom” had red teary eyes, “Me-Kyle” found himself kicking things around him out of frustration, and “Me-Dad” was scratching his head and cussing at whatever. The other me… the real me wasn’t quite as bad. He was staring at us all in shock and disbelief. I gave him a weak smile, wondering exactly what I could possibly say to him. According to Bill, we were all technically “fake Jasons”, and he was the only real one. That I was actually my own obnoxious brother Derek… somewhere deep down…

When we’d all calmed down enough, we started cautiously testing each other. Asking questions that only I… that only Jason would know the answers to. We even asked each other questions that I… that Jason… wouldn’t know the answers to, but the real people would. I asked Mom: “How do you make a turkey casserole?”, which was one of her favorite recipes.

Her answer was “I haven’t got a clue”, which wasn’t a surprise. I gave similar answers when they asked me about Derek’s first kiss and other personal questions. Slowly we were all forced to accept that Bill seemed to be right. That we all possessed the same mind, or at least copies of the same mind. I’d never been more spooked in my life. It’s stranger than you can imagine to know that the people you are talking to are all thinking the same thing you are, that they literally are you.

Throughout this all, Bill just sat in his chair and stared at us. He looked as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Obviously he blamed himself, which wasn’t surprising. I did too a little, though I was still too much in shock to blame him too much. “It’s my fault.” he whispered more than once.

“Is there anything you can do?” the other Jason asked. “Can’t you turn them back to normal?”

Bill shook out of it long enough to shake his head. “I don’t think so.” He frowned, then added “As far as I can tell the original minds were written over completely. Since the machine was only supposed to be able to project memories it only made back-ups of those. The original personalities, habits, even sexualities… they’re all lost forever. ” Bill sighed. “There’s nothing I can do. As far as I can tell, this is permanent.”

“So,” He tried to negotiate, hoping to remedy the situation in some kind of way. “the only other options I can think of is either transferring your original memories back into you and replacing those of Jason, or keeping both sets of memories so you can pass off as them. But either way you’d technically still be “Jason”, just with a varying degree of the body’s original memories.“

I gulped, wondering which idea I feared most. Being trapped for the rest of my life in Derek’s body, or finding out that he could "cure” us. After all, if Bill could do that, wouldn’t that mean that “I” would die. That my mind, my memories, and my personality, everything that made up “me” would cease to exist. And if given the choice, would I sacrifice all of that to bring the original Derek back to life? That asshole of a brother? …I doubt that…

No, keeping my own “Jason” memories while receiving Derek’s memories just so I can pass off as him seemed like the best course of action.

Finally we all said goodbye to Bill and started on our way back home. He told us to make up our minds about which set of memories we wanted to keep, and that we should return tomorrow to proceed with the transference. He’d also promised that he’d look into a way to properly fix things, but I seriously doubted he’d find it, and could tell from his expression that he too shared my doubts. For the moment, all we could do was return to the house and try to make some kind of sense of what had happened.

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Opening the front door of our house, the four of us walked in and immediately sat down in the living room. We just stared at each other silently, not knowing what to say or do. The most shocking thing had happened on our walk home, was that Mom… well the Jason in Mom suddenly snapped and walked away from us. Fondling “her” own boobs, she told us she had no intention of living the life of a housewife, especially not the life of her own mom.

“Fuck this shit! I’m out of here. I might have drawn the worst straw of us all, but there’s no way I won’t take advantage of this! If you’re looking for me you know where to find me.” She gave her own plump butt a squeeze before walking off to call a cab to the other side of the town. Not surprisingly, we could all deduce where she was going. The hot muscular coach at Derek’s school had always had a thing for my mom, always flirting up with her during parent’s meeting, even though she always turned him down and told him she was married. Now however, Me-Mom was going to have her way with him, which would be a win-win situation for both of them. The thought that he’d get it on with Mom’s body gave me shivers though, but I guess that might be his way of coping with all of this…

For the next few hours we sat there in the living room and discussed where to go from here. What we would do, how we would do it, but most importantly… who we would be. “Me-Kyle” seemed very distraught about having another pair of childhood memories, so opted out of receiving his “original” memories. “Dad” however knew he had to receive them, so as to continue being our source of income and taking on the role of our sole parent now that “Mom” had technically run off. Of course he’s decided to keep his own current memories in tact as well. As for me, I had long made up my mind on what to do. Just as “Me-Dad”, I’ve decided to keep my own Jason memories while returning some of Derek’s memories. Just enough so I could pass off as him at school and with his friends. “Oh god… I’m gonna have to pretend to be Derek and hang out with his group of obnoxious bros…” I found myself dreading. “Well, at least I’ll be closer to Derek’s hot best friend Finneas…” I suddenly found myself blushing. Finneas was always so touchy-feely with my brother, much to my brother’s annoyance and dismay. I wonder…

Eventually we ordered pizza for dinner, talked about the latest Marbel movie we were all equally excited about, before splitting up to our respective bedrooms. Although we all wanted to go to Jason’s bedroom, it was not “ours” anymore. In fact, it had never been.

I found myself quietly creeping into Derek’s bedroom, as if to avoid alerting my brother, until I realized that it was my bedroom now. All the clothes strung about, the weights on the racks, and the musky smell of his unwashed undergarment really said much about what kind of person Derek is… who he was… who I had always been…

Well, I’m definitely changing that as I began picking up things on the floor and tidying up Derek’s closet. If this is my new life I might as well improve it for the better. At least that’s what the “Jason” part of me said and wanted. Of course, while I’m cleaning I couldn’t help but take the chance of sniffing one of Derek’s recently used jockstraps. It smelled so powerful, and I immediately found myself getting an erection once again. “Shit. That’s my smell now…”

—

Almost an hour pass before I hear a knock on the door. Standing by the doorway is myself… no Jason, my little brother. That’s going to take some time getting used to… I invited him in as I cleaned up the last of the cum-stained tissues under the bed. It’s like Derek hadn’t cleaned his room in over five years… though that certainly wouldn’t have surprised me.

Apparently Jason was checking in on all of us. “Me-Kyle” had been busy making a list and planning for his future, constantly talking about using his full knowledge to become a genius at school and start working out early so he can become some hot popular jock in high school. Meanwhile, “Me-Dad” had locked himself in the master bedroom for the last two hours, though he had been caught coming out of the bedroom once to get some water. Weirdly enough he had been wearing one of his fanciest suits while his face was all flushed and red.

“How are you holding up? You gotten accustomed to your new body and room yet, although technically they’re not new…” He sat down on my bed and motioned his arms around the room, pointing at different workout equipment and trophies as if I would somehow know the story behind them.

“Fine, I guess… lots to take in…” I shrugged my shoulders. Yet again it was weird to be talking to myself, even though I knew technically speaking that wasn’t me I was talking to. I found myself crossing my arms and nervously squeezing my meaty biceps. “Especially this body…”

“Yeah, I can imagine… Like isn’t it weird though? Knowing that this room, this bed, that body and face, even this ugh… musk… surrounding us, is actually yours? That all of this rightfully belongs to you because you are… well… the real Derek. Even though you forgot about it and don’t feel like it belongs to you… deep down you’re still, and have always been, Derek. That’s your true identity after all.“ He said quizzically, suddenly blurting out the very facts you’ve been trying to avoid.

“Jeez. Way to pour salt on the wound man…” I gave him a judging stare, which probably looked very menacing with my Derek face.

“Sorry…” He looked down at his feet shamefully while biting his bottom lips.

I knew that reaction. It’s the same thing I would do whenever Derek would yell at me or find me rummaging through his drawers for “drugs”. Of course I knew he had no drugs. It was just my way of getting back at him for stupid things he had done to me, while also taking the chance to sniff some of his clothes. Clothes and drawers which were now mine…

“Don’t worry about it. You’re right, it is super weird knowing all these things are mine, yet at the same time not really. As much as I think and feel like “Jason”, the truth will always be that I’m actually “Derek”… your older athletic brother, who smells like a locker room full of sweaty rugby players and is hung like a goddamn horse…” I raised my arms and turned my head towards the armpit, but quickly winced out of reflex. Wouldn’t want to get an erection in front of my brother now would I… though technically it was myself…

“H-hung like a h-horse…?” He repeated in disbelief, his eyes staring at me almost hungrily.

“Oh yeah, I might have peeked and even played with it a few times already hehe…” I found myself adjusting my shorts and blushing awkwardly.

“Wow… yeah, I mean, cool. It’s your body after all. You do you…” He looked away shamefully, no doubt trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

I knew what he wanted. After all, we shared the same mind. The same dirty and perverted mind that wanted to feel up his own annoyingly obnoxious but hot older brother’s athletic body. It had been in one of his dreams last week, the same dream I too had experienced. And now, somehow, the opportunity to actually make it happen existed, though I would be experiencing it from the other perspective… which somehow only made it hotter…

“You know… I like the sound of that.” I said with a smug grin on my Derek face, as I quietly closed the bedroom door and slowly walked over to where he sat.

“Huh, what?” He looked up in bewilderment. It must have been so incredibly weird seeing Derek act so seductive in front of him. To see me act so seductive.

“You do you.” I grinned widely, as my shorts suddenly slipped down my ankles.

“Oh, fuck.” He uttered as his mouth fell open, suddenly finding himself staring straight at my painfully hard, musky, and oozing manhood.

“Maybe I will do me after all…”

"Oh god, why isn't he here yet? His flight should've arrived over an hour ago... God having my horny mind and seeing the thick meaty thighs of my cousin's body are the worst combo..."

I looked around hoping I'd see my older cousin Dennis come running up to greet me any minute now. And of course switch our bodies back.

You see, I was coming over here to the state to meet up with the rest of the family. However, I absolutely dreaded flying. I would get panic attacks and hyperventilate the entire flight. So, being the smart and kind older cousin he was, Dennis here came up with the idea of having us test out this new app called "Swappr". Although it was advertised mostly for couples to swap bodies temporarily to have them discover what their partner's bodies were like, we thought it might be a creative way of dealing with my fear of flying. He would take the flight as me, and I would wait here in his body. His incredibly hung and sexy body....

OK, I might have a small crush on him, I know... but could you blame me? He's smart, he's kind, and he's so handsome. He's the only one in my family that actually finds me interesting to talk to, and we would often chat about nerdy things online from time to time. Although having planned all this for a week now, we've been chatting nonstop everyday. Him telling me what allergic food I had to avoid while in his body, and how to best act around my new family so not to raise suspicion. After all, no one in the family would know, because we wanted to play it off like I had finally managed to conquer my fear of flights.

So here I am, in the hot body of my cousin, waiting for him to arrive with my real body. For the last few hours I've been inside this body, as the app only allowed a maximum swap time limit of six hours. My flight would take seven hours though, which meant we opened the app and switched our minds an hour into the flight. Fortunately I don't think anyone saw me pull out my phone and disabled the flight mode. Not that it had ever been any harm, right?

Now the biggest problem though, since I opened my eyes and found myself in a much taller and muscular body, was how fucking horny I've been constantly! I don't know if it's because of my cousin's body, some weird aphrodisiac effect by the app, or simply just the thought of having my mind in this body. I've seriously been trying so hard not to touch and play with myself, as wrong as it was while in possession of someone else's body, but every time my hand accidentally brushed against my crotch or I saw Dennis' handsome face in my reflection on the phone screen, I'd find myself dying to run into the closest restroom to rub a big one out. And yes, I have taken a peek into what's in these pants of his as I had to take a pee a few hours ago (and a few times while sitting here!), and let me tell you... My cousin's fucking huge!

Shit! The thought of his massive manhood instantly made me chub up... I can already feel the pre leaking into and soaking these underwear of his. Fuck! I've got no choice! I'm just gonna have to lock myself in one of the airport's public toilets and jerk one off. I would promise to be quick, but judging from the way I've been feeling while in this body, high chances are I'll be in there for at least half an hour... rubbing myself dry over and over again...

Sorry Dennis! But you'll just have to wait for me to finish up my "affairs" with your body first! They're very urgent..." I thought to myself amusingly as I ran off towards the closest restroom.

Dennis' phone in my back pocket gave off a few buzzes, but I paid it no mind as my hands were already cupping the chubbed up bulge I my pants.

.....

Unbeknownst to me though, the plane my cousin was on had to make an emergency landing in a city close by where I lived. Apparently there had been some turbulence and electronic malfunctioning as the plane passed through a storm a few hours ago. Some flickering lights occurred, and a few TV-screens shut down. But it wasn't until an hour later that one young passenger was found deceased, his hand clutching a phone with the app "Swappr" on the screen.

As the deceased body was carried off the plane, a flashing message briefly emerged on the phone screen:

"Swappr takes no responsibility in cause of death. Should this occur, any and all traces of the apps involvement will be deleted from the user's phones. All profiles still active at that point in time will be permanentally blocked from further usage.

Thank you for using Swappr and enjoy your new bodies"

When I arrived in Italy, I found out my camera was broken from the travel. Frustrated, I wandered through Italy until I found a small, dusty shop tucked between old buildings. Inside, an elderly shopkeeper offered me an old camera model, calling it "special." I was desperate, so I bought it, not realizing just how “special” this camera would actually be.

I’d only been in Italy for a day when I spotted him—an absolute Adonis. I was just wandering through the cobbled streets of the old town, camera in hand, getting lost in the architecture and the vibes, taking photos of every old building I saw. Suddenly, there he was: this hot Italian guy walking alone past me. I couldn’t resist. I knew it was a little risky, but I raised my new camera to grab a quick shot of him without him noticing.

I mean, I would never see him again after that, so I should as well capture the moment to remember.

But then, the moment I pressed the shutter, there was a flash of bright light. It wasn’t from my camera. It was like a white ball of light bursting out from the man's back and zipping straight into my camera, vanishing without a trace.

And before I could even gasp, his whole body crumpled like a pile of clothes, totally hollowed out. I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. I mean, there was this whole empty Italian guy lying there on the street—skin, hair, face, everything—but no bones, no organs, nothing inside. Just a bodysuit.

I just stood there, completely dumbfounded, staring at the bodysuit that had been a whole man only seconds before. Luckily, there was no one on the street but me, which honestly was a miracle. My heart was racing, but curiosity got the better of me. I glanced around, making sure I was alone, and slowly crouched down, reaching out to touch the hollowed man's face. It was surreal, it felt smooth, soft, and very real, I mean... it was real. As I caressed his stubble beard and admired his slack empty face, I noticed an opening on his nape. Curious, I pulled his sagging head by the hair and noticed a small opening on his back, it was the exact place where the ball of light had come out of him.

An idea popped into my head—completely insane, but somehow, I knew I had to do it. Before I could second-guess myself, I slipped off my shoes and started undressing right there on the sidewalk. Yeah, risky, but I wasn’t gonna let this opportunity slip away.

One leg at a time, I stepped into the suit's open hole, pulling his muscular calves and thighs over my own legs. The fabric—no, the *skin*—wrapped around me like a second layer. I could feel his muscles molding to my shape as I slid my arms into his and finally tugged his handsome face over mine like a mask.

Then… something amazing happened. I could feel the strength of his body taking over, the weight of his muscles filling me up, the opening in his back closing, and even his face settling into place over mine. I wasn’t just wearing him—I *was* him.

I glanced down and saw those fit pecs, those ripped abs, and a big flaccid cock that now belonged to me. The guy was very hung, I thought.

I couldn't help but give my new cock a few strokes. I chuckled at the thought of someone walking and seeing this stud jerking off naked on the street.

But I wasn't in the mood to spend my new hot body in an Italian jail, so I grabbed the man's jeans from the ground and pulled them back up. His wallet fell out of his pocket, so I grabbed it and looked for his ID.

"Luca Moretti, 23 years old," It said.

Well, I guess that's my new name for now, I thought as I put a shirt on.

I grabbed the camera from the ground and looked at the lens, my eyes squinted as I tried to look inside for any sign of life, "Hello? Do you hear me?" I waited for a response and chuckled at how ridiculous I looked talking to a camera. I was about to put it inside my backpack when I heard a distant voice in my head. It was a male voice, and it was screaming in Italian.

"Che cazzo sta succedendo? Non sento più nulla… posso solo vedere attraverso questa maledetta lente! Ma cosa mi è successo? Sono intrappolato qui dentro? Non può essere vero… Aiuto! Qualcuno mi tiri fuori da qui, vi prego!"

I couldn't understand what he was saying—I don't speak Italian! I gazed into the lens, letting a look of gentle compassion soften my new features.

"I'm sorry man, I can't understand what you're saying. But it looks like that's your new home now. Your body is mine and It's going to be so fun being you, I hope you don't have a girlfriend because I'm really going to put this ass to use. But don't worry though, I will make sure you get some company soon."

I put the camera inside my backpack and casually walked away as if I’d always been him. I’d never felt this confident in my life, and proof of that was the huge bulge I proudly displayed in my jeans. This is going to be one unforgettable trip.

Chapter 1: A weird store

I dismissed the class as I sat at my desk. I had a lot of things in my head. I was nervous as Lucy, my best student, had missed the session. I thought that in part it was my fault… we have a good relationship, I am sure that she wanted more, but I had to stop her advances. I have no other option, we were from two very different worlds. She was only 21, an extremely popular girl and with a great future ahead of her. I, on the other hand, was a college professor in my late 30s. I was going through an extremely difficult divorce. So I wasn't clear if my feelings towards Lucy were authentic or just a way to compensate for the loss of my wife. Lucy also had a boyfriend, TJ Mathews, and I didn't want to be the one that destroyed their relationship. 

I looked at TJ. He was joking with his bros. He was 5 foot 9, had blue eyes and light brown hair. To be honest, TJ was not the brightest student, but he was good enough in order to pass. I knew that he was part of the college soccer team, born in Texas, and nothing more. I will not deny it, I envied him in so many ways. He was young, good looking and Lucy clearly cared for him. He had a lot of potential, if only he put in some effort. Well, at least I was certain that he would end up in a better job than being a bad paid college professor.

Gladly, before TJ could notice that I was looking at him, my phone began to ring. It was Lex, a fellow teacher and my best friend. We began to chit chat and that is when he reminded me that there was a new service in town. “John, what they offer is a form of extreme therapy. I swear to you that after I went with them I feel like a completely new person. You will see, all the pain that you feel for divorcing Anne will be gone. You will forget about that bitch in an instant”. Lex was not a guy that used to give any type of counsel, but he was so pushy about this place that I knew that I needed to give it a shot. The place was named Facia Inc, but it was weird as there was nothing on the Internet about it. It didn't even have a phone in order to make an appointment. Still, after I finished my last lecture I decided to drive to that place.

I could only laugh as I entered that establishment. The walls were filled with shelves adorned with bones, candles and other weird artifacts. There were animals in jars, books with a pentagram on its cover and several voodoo dolls. I couldn't believe that my friend sent me to a witchcraft store. I have an uneasy feeling, the ambience was heavy and the smell was very strong, like sulfur. I quickly decided to leave the place only to be interrupted by that man. 

“Don’t go Mr. Moore, we were waiting for you”

“I am not into this type of stuff”

“Your friend Lex Vaugh is a recurrent client of ours”

“That is hard to believe… but he was the one that send me here”

“You look tired, John Moore… your work is repetitive, your divorce is taking a big toll, and being with Lucy… well, that seems to be impossible.”

“Oh my god, did Lex tell you all that? I will kill the fucker”

“Before that, let me help you first”

“So what do you offer… a potion that will relax me. I am not into drugs or anything like that”

“Something better”

“What?”

“Try it by yourself”

I immediately felt an eerie sensation as the door at the end of the room opened. I was an academic. I usually didn’t believe in the arcane. However, I was almost certain that I was dealing with something supernatural. I walked into a long hall, almost a mile long. The place was filled with candles and the air felt heavy. I doubt with every step, but I was certain that Lex would not have sent me here if there was something dangerous. Then after a couple of minutes walking, I found another door, I pulled the lever and I was in shock as I saw a room filled with  hundreds of niches, each one holding what seems to be a realistic face. “This would be interesting for you” - The man said as he put what seemed to be masks on a nearby table - “By the way, feel free to try them”.  

I approached the table and 3 masks lay in front of me. I was speechless as I immediately recognized Lucy’s face. “What happened to her?” I muttered. “She is also a client of our store. Don’t worry, you will get it once you try one of the masks” the man by my side said.  I looked at the next face. I quickly recognized that it belonged to one of our college students. I didn’t know his name, but I was certain that I had seen him on campus. The last one was of a complete stranger. It was incredible, I touched it and it felt real. I grabbed it. It was light and stretchy. I was going to approach it towards my face, but I hesitated. “Don’t worry, it is safe.” the store clerk reiterated. I took a deep breath as I attached the mask to my face. It was a rush of feeling, something that I have never experienced before. I felt as if a gooey substance covered every inch of my body. It was a bit painful, but nothing too bad. I was in the dark for a minute, but when I opened my eyes I saw a mask falling to the ground. I was in shock when I realized that it was an exact replica of my face. “What…” I said but immediately realized that this was not my voice. I looked at my hands and I just knew that I have been transformed into a new man. 

“I guess that you have many questions” The store clerk said as he put the mask with my face on the table.

“How is this possible?” I said as I looked at my new body. I was bigger, bulkier, so different compared to my former self.

“Well it is magic”

“My face?”

“Your body, your identity is right now trapped in that mask. Put it on and you will return to your former self”

“Lucy?”

“She took one of the masks from the store. I cannot tell you who she had become, but I can assure you that she is having a blast”

“So I can become anyone that I want, that is crazy”

“And the best thing is that it is free”

“What? Nothing is for free, there has to be a catch”

“There is a catch. You leave the store with another man’s face, then anyone can come here and take it away. Most of my clients recover their life, but there is no guarantee”

“So if a killer enters the store”

“It had happened before, not gonna lie”

“This is too much”

“Before you take any decision, you should see your new form” The man said as he guided me to a full body mirror. 

I stood in silence for several minutes. I flex my borrowed muscles, I make faces to the mirror. All of this was so surreal. Still, Lex told me that this experience changed his life and, now, I was certain that walking a bit as someone else could also help me a lot. At least, it would give me a new perspective. Sure, I was nervous. However, I decided that this was for the best. I also promised myself that I would only do it for just a couple of hours as I didn’t want to risk losing my life. Now the question is who I will become. The store clerk offered me these masks for a reason. Of course, Lucy was not an option, but the other two seemed to be fair game. I really like inhabiting the body of this bodybuilder, so going out with him could be interesting. However, taking the form of a college student also seemed an attractive idea. Maybe I could talk with some of the guys that go to my class and learn a bit of how they really see me. Not sure, but I was certain that this was going to be a fun experience.

Take the form of a bodybuilder

24 Hour Chavs

‘You fuckin’ idiot, we’re supposed to be flying home tomorrow.  Who the fuck’s gonna believe we’re a couple of thirty eight year old executives when we look like this?’

I shrugged, looking down in horror and surprise at the cheap tracksuit and trainers that had replaced my suit.

The ad that had popped up on my laptop had promised to give me and a friend twenty four hours of fun we’d never forget.  When I’d clicked the button to find out more, there was a sudden flash of light and when it faded, Gareth and I had somehow been transformed into two tracksuit wearing chavs standing in a deserted car park in London.

I looked over at Gareth again, still not quite able to believe what had happened.  There were traces of his face in there but the young man in trackies, trainers and a polo shirt was a far cry from the heavy set, suited man he’d been a moment before.

I was feeling a bit fucked up.  I remembered he’d been a propa fit muscle dad before but that seemed all wrong cos I knew he was really my best mate, Gaz.

He looked up at me again and winked.

‘Fuck me bruv’ he said in a strong east London accent, ‘you look fit as fuck in that gear.  Want me to suck you off?’

‘Fuck off Gaz!’ I said in horror.  'It’s me Jayden, I mean… uh, James.  Shit, this isn’t who we are, remember?’

'Stop dicking about, Jay..  You know you want it!’ said Gaz, grinning as he got down on his knees and pulled my cock out of my trackies and into his hot, wet mouth.

Twenty four hours later, a tired and haggard looking Gareth and James boarded a late flight home in silence.  Neither wanted to mention the afternoon of teenage sex they’d had as Gav and Jay and the subsequent night they’d spent as the boys sucking off and being fucked by hot muscle daddies at clubs across the town.

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I’ve always got along well with Sammy, though we were nothing alike. He was decent looking, I wasn’t. He was athletic and great at sports, I wasn’t. The girls were always swooning around him. Not so much around me. He was dumb as a rock, but I wasn’t, so he often came to me for help with homework or other things beyond him. I didn’t mind. For one he was a genuinely decent guy, but it also gave me some social protection by being “Sammy’s friend”. I remember one time a few months into the first year when a bunch of seniors started to harass me on the stairs. Just when the bullying was about to pick up steam Sammy walked by, seemingly oblivious to what was going on, and asked me if I had time after school that day. Somehow my tormentors instantly deciphered the complex social structures of teenage school life, and figured out that if a guy that looked like him was my friend, word of my bullying would pass through the echelons of football players, and before the end of the day the senior football team would stuff them into a locker. Perhaps Sammy did what he did to save me without having to embarrass me or the bully squad, but honestly that would probably be too advanced for him.

“Fuck it! I’m too stupid for this shit,” he exclaimed, threw his pencil on the table, and stretched his arms behind him while he slumped down as far as he could on the chair in the study room. The T-shirt lifted enough that I could see the faint outline of his “V”. He wasn’t built bulky, but had an envious swimmer’s body that always seemed to be showing square abs, as if he was genetically lacking subcutaneous fat. “Just focus on the simple stuff that will get you to a passing grade and ignore the fancy stuff. A salt is just a positive and negative ion put together.” The pencil had continued to slowly roll across the table and fell off the edge in an event that was far more interesting to Sammy than my pep talk. “Don’t you wish you could be someone else? Like swapping bodies or some shit?”

Now I was the one with lost concentration, as I looked at the faint treasure trail showing in the gap between his black T-shirt and white sweat pants. I could feel my dick stiffening, and not for the first time when alone with Sammy. I still wasn’t sure what it meant. Cathy was definitely the hottest in the class, and I got erections all the time with no explanation. “You want mine?” he asked deadpan. Yes! I wanted to yell. All the advantages he had from looking like he did, and he didn’t even know it. “Barely used, and probably peaking. The way this shit is going I’ll be collecting fucking trash bins right after graduation,” he continued.

“There’s no one else I’d rather swap with,” I said in what I hoped came off as sincere. “Really?” he lit up. Then he made one quick, swooping dive after the pencil and up again into the chair. “So salt are ions?”

The smell of something burning made me wake up fully in mere seconds. I fumbled trying to find the light switch and quickly gave up as I could see the faint light of embers coming from the other side of the room. As fast as I could I jumped out of bed, rushed across the room, stubbed my toe on something, managed to not yell out, and found the switch to a desk lamp in the glow of the embers. It took a moment to adjust to the light, but I could quickly see the fire was contained. On top of the desk was a large clay plate, the kind you put under big flower pots on the porch, and on it were the smoldering remains of paper and what might have been small twigs or something put in a pentagon or whatever that star shape is called.

I didn’t understand why someone would put that in my room. Even the desk wasn’t mine. As I looked around the room I realized that everything had been replaced. On the floor I could see a lot of trash thrown around, a sweatshirt, comics, a dumbbell, those kinds of things. I limped out to the bathroom, also moved, to have a better look at my foot. After I’d fumbled with the light switch there as well I saw something I hadn’t seen before. The mirror was running some fucking filter or something, because in it I looked exactly like Sammy. I didn’t even know you could do that. Sammy moved just like me, and to my delight was shirtless. I’d never seen him shirtless before. He had the same white sweatpants on as before, but peeking out was the waistband of his underwear with some incomprehensible writing on it. The last part said “YMMO”, so perhaps Japanese. They say weird shit there.

I tried turning off the filter on the mirror, but the touch was broken, so I grabbed my phone. It too had been replaced, but thankfully the fingerprint reader was the same, because I could unlock it. I couldn’t find any way of turning it off there either, and all the apps were jumbled.