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ART BROUGHT TO LIFE

Thought I'd have some fun and bring some of my favorite gay art to life. The first frame is the original artwork. Thought this would be a good one since we're headed into summer!

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ALTERNATE REALITY SWAP

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Unexpected Match Part 1

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

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

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

"Congratulations! Your match has been found."

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

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

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

P.O.V Pedro:

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

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

"Congratulations! Your match has been found."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit!”

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

Gilberto’s POV:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, the alarm went off.

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

“I fell asleep!” I exclaimed, startled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—How am I going to survive this?

P.O.V Pedro:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I rolled my eyes, frustrated.

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

Ruben shrugged.

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

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

P.O.V Gilberto:

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

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

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

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

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

Both of their perspectives

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

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

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

Suddenly, Ruben stopped.

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

Pedro slapped his forehead.

“Of course! Where else would he be?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ruben remained silent, clearly enjoying the exchange.

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

I smiled with some irony.

“And how do you plan to do that?”

Pedro didn’t answer right away. We knew we were trapped, at least for the next two weeks, and all we could do was try to survive… together.

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CHRISTMAS SWAPS

ADAM AND SAM

Adam stood there, staring at his son's reflection. He'd gone to bed with his wife, listening to her bitch about Christmas and all the things he had left to do. But, when he woke up Christmas morning he wasn't in his body anymore. He was in his son's.    

It was like looking at himself twenty-five years ago. He'd always been an amazing father and husband, but he was tired of his life and wished for a second chance. If he could do it all over again, he'd make different choices. He'd live life to the fullest, take more chances and have A LOT more fun. Maybe that's what this was . . . a second chance. He was young and handsome again and couldn't help but smile at his son's reflection. He would've felt bad if his son wasn't such a spoiled asshole.      

He snapped a pic with his phone. He'd heard the kids talking about Tinder, and it was time he checked it out. Maybe he'd check Grinder out while he was at it. After all, he was going to take more chances this time around. May as well be open to a little cock every now and then.

Sam stood in the bathroom, staring at his dad's reflection. He was stunned and couldn't believe this was really happening. HOW could this be happening? One minute he was in his bed and the next he was standing in his dad's bathroom with a giant fucking boner. He couldn't believe his dad was shaved clean and GOD he was so old. FUCK. This was probably his dad's fault. He was such a prick.     

"Honey, what going on? Did that little blue pill work its magic?" He heard his mom's voice from the bedroom. Little blue pill? SHIT. Viagra. He was in the middle of a goddamn Viagra hard on. "Honey?"     

He wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, but when he opened his mouth . . . "I'm at full mast in here, and I'm going to tear into that ass" came out. He heard the words leave his mouth and realized he HAD to act like his dad, do what his dad would do. Then it hit him . . . he was going to have to fuck his mother. Oh GOD!!! No!!!     

He suddenly found it hard to breathe and his mom showed up in the doorway of the bathroom. Her eyes grew wide when she saw his cock hard and ready.

"Oh my god. I haven't seen that guy in a long time." She moved closer, rapped her hand around his cock and knelt down, kissing the tip and running her tongue along his shaft.      

He wanted to scream, but when he opened his mouth . . . "I want to face fuck you so hard" came out.      

Without a word, she took him in completely and his hands were on the back of her head as he fucked the shit out of his mom's mouth. It was amazing and horrifying all at the same time as he came and his mom swallowed every ounce. Licking her lips, she stood up and he reached for her tits and toyed with her nipples.      

"How long you think that thing's good for?" She nodded down at his dick, sliding it gently between her legs.

"Let's find out." His body was on autopilot as he spun his mother around and plowed into the back of her. He watched his dad fuck her in the bathroom mirror, watched himself fuck his mom as she made noises he never thought he'd hear come out of his own mother. He kept tearing into her, his cock hard and thick, another load pouring into her as he pulled out, licked his lips and went in to rim her ass, screaming the whole time in his head as he continued to rock his mom's world . . . for hours.

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CHRISTMAS SWAPS

OFFICER MATHEWS, MARCUS AND HENRY

Marcus was in his second year of law school at Harvard, and had been obsessed with making things right in the world since he was a kid. Unfortunately, he’d not been born with the drive or stamina to do what he truly wanted to do … become a police officer. But, when he opened his eyes on Christmas morning, he wasn’t in his own body. He was no longer the stocky black law student with glasses and a 4.0 GPA. He was Officer Brent Mathews.   

Getting ready for work, the last of Officer Mathews memories flooded Marcus’s mind. It was strange being in a different body and being an older white man who was the complete opposite of who Marcus was before. That wasn’t even the strangest part. He loved putting on the tight uniform and badge. He loved the weight of his belt and the way the gun felt in his hand. Mathews was exactly who Marcus dreamed of being when he was a kid, and then he realized that Mathews was as dirty cop. He took bribes under the table and abused his badge … but Marcus would change all that. He’d make Mathews the fucking bad ass cop he should be.     The strangest part of it all was being straight. The thought of dick and riding another man’s ass made him almost sick to his stomach, but the thought of riding his girlfriend made him hard as a rock.      

He was taking her out for Christmas dinner tonight and Mathews was going to propose. He knew she’d say yes and Marcus couldn’t help but smile as he put on his shades and gave his reflection a stern look before snapping a photo. This was who he was now. He was going to turn Mathews life around and show his future wife just how much he loved her when he got off duty tonight. He was going to be the dominant, alpha male he’d always dreamed of being.

Henry had always been a big guy, and it’d never bothered him before. He loved the way it felt, but he’d never had any opportunities in life. He was raised in a trailer park and seemed to be stuck there, the thought of a world beyond his redneck upbringing almost unimaginable. He was going to live and die a lonely, chubby bear with nothing more than an old pickup and shitty factory job.

He went to bed on Christmas Eve, something inside of him imagining what it would be like to just have a chance at a better life … to be somebody he could be proud of. When he woke up on Christmas morning, the paneled walls of his trailer were gone. Henry was in a nice apartment and gazed down to see a different body. He was sitting in a chair, fully dressed in a sportcoat and, was he wearing a tie? And glasses? He felt his dick raging with morning wood in his pants and reached for his crotch, noticing his large hands … his large black hands.     

Holy shit, I’m black!   

He unzipped his pants and released a massive, thick black cock. It was kind of fucking amazing. Henry couldn’t help stroking it for a minute, jerking off a little as memories of Marcus’s life began to flood his mind. He was in law school. He was smart, like really smart and …

He stood, glancing down at his thick stomach and broad chest. He was huge, but not in the way he had been before. He could feel the tight muscle and fat as opposed to the mountain of flab in his old body. He stepped into the bathroom and took in Marcus. A large, handsome black man. His hair perfectly cut with a well-trimmed beard. He ran his fingers over his new, plump lips and smiled. He looked put together and even sexy. Yeah, he was a fucking sexy beast and Henry smiled even bigger when he realized he was still gay.  

The thought of his new black cock pounding into some white ass made him smile. Then he remembered the white twink in one of his classes that had been flirting with Marcus. The guy wanted him bad, but the old Marcus was too shy to step up to the plate and give the little twink what he wanted … until today. There was a whole new Marcus in town and Henry was going to put his new black cock to good use.

Officer Mathews woke up gasping for air and wet with sweat. It was Christmas morning and he had to get to the precinct for his shift. Everything felt fuzzy at first and before he opened his eyes he stretched, scratching his itchy face. That’s when he felt the thick beard. His eyes bolted open. He wasn’t at home, instead surrounded by paneled walls and trash. The place was a mess, empty soda cans and pizza boxes everywhere.  

“What the fuck?” His voice was different, not as deep as it used to be and even sounded a bit faggy with a long southern draw. 

He caught a glimpse of somebody in the corner of his eye, jumped out of bed and turned quickly to take care of whoever it was. That’s when he realized it was his reflection … but it wasn’t him. It was some big, fat, hairy guy with a bulging stomach and saggy man tits. This guy hadn’t worked out a day in his life … he was … Henry Thompkins.

Mathews stared at Henry in the mirror, blinked as pieces of Henry seeped into him. The way he was standing changed and he hunched over a bit more, not as confident and much less dominant. He reached up and touched one of hit tits, twirled a large nipple between his fingers as he thought about Duke.  

Duke? Who the fuck was Duke?

Then he remembered, images of Duke bending Henry over the back of his rusted pickup and pounding Henry’s hairy ass with his massive redneck cock. Mathews closed his eyes, a gentle smile sliding over his face as he squeezed his tit even harder. God Duke was sexy.

Mathews shook his head, stepped away from the mirror and looked up at Henry staring back at him. This was who he was now? Yesterday he was taking bribes on the streets and planning on buying a killer bike and asking Charlotte to marry him and now he was some redneck fag? It disgusted him … for a moment. Then he heard the front door to the trailer open. He heard boots against the cheap tile floor. 

Duke was home, and Henry couldn’t help but smile as his ass clenched, almost as if programmed to do so.

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CHRISTMAS SWAPS

MR. JACOBS AND MELANIE

Melanie had always lusted after her boyfriend Todd’s dad, Mr. Jacobs. For a long time she fantasized about giving him a serious blow job, wondering if his dick was anything like Todd’s … maybe bigger, better. But, when she woke up Christmas morning in Mr. Jacob’s body, she realized that she wasn’t hot for him. She wanted to be him.      

Standing there, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she felt her new cock swell in her pants and eased her new, strong hand into her pants and felt herself up. She was covered in precum and couldn’t help but smile. Damn she was good looking.     

“I think I’m going to have fun in this body,” she said, the sound of her own masculine voice making her rise even more.

Mr. Jacob’s awoke on Christmas morning in his son, Todd’s, apartment. He was confused, unsure of how he got there and why he was in bed with his son. Todd opened his eyes and smiled, reaching out to touch the side of Mr. Jacob’s face.    

“Morning, baby,” he said, leaning in and kissing his dad hard on the lips as Mr. Jacob’s pulled back.      

“What the hell?” He said, but his voice wasn’t deep anymore. It was high pitched, almost sexy. He recognized it, glancing down at his body. Tits. Small waste. Long brown hair. Holy shit.      

“Come on. It’s Christmas, baby,” Todd said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. “We’ve got all morning to ourselves, and I want to have some fun. Maybe a shower and a little ass play?”     

Todd leaned in and kissed her again. His lips and tongue tasted so good, his hand moving over her abdomen, lower, his fingers easing into her ass. Mr. Jacobs felt confused, his son’s fingers inside his ass as they kissed. Her entire body was on fire. Mr. Jacob’s heard a deep moan escape Melanie’s lips, his lips.      

Todd moved over him, reaching down and guiding his dick inside her. HOLY SHIT! This was happening. His son was fucking him in his girlfriend’s body and Mr. Jacob’s should have been horrified, but he wasn’t. It was amazing, his son’s meaty cock sliding in and out of her as she cried out.      

They moved their way across the room and into the bathroom. They fucked everywhere. On the floor. In the shower. Todd even bent her over in front of the bathroom mirror and took her from behind as Mr. Jacob’s saw his new reflection for the first time. DAMN, this was fucking hot, she thought, snapping a picture of her son hammering her with his cock. 

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One of my best and favorite SWAP VIDEOS I've created thus far. LOVE the idea of a brother swapping bodies with his military bro . . . and having a little fun in his body. CHEERS!

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My name's Tony, and I'm a Marine. Yeah, you heard that right. I dreamed of being one of my brother's hot, cool friends so when I woke up in Tony here, I was a little shocked to find myself on base with my brother. Now, I'm my brother's best friend. I'm straight. I'm fucking insane good looking and being with women . . . you can't even imagine what it feels like. I never understood how horny straight guys are, but I CANNOT stop thinking about breeding. It's literally hard to concentrate. I'm practically hard 24/7, but I'm going to take care of that right now. I just got off duty and am headed to the bar to meet up with my bros. Some lucky lady...or who am I kidding...LADIES...are going to be very excited to see bog Tony walk in. And I do mean BIG.

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A follow up to my Mayor Pete story a while back. Looks like he's really enjoying that body!

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A bit more AI fun! Might do some more of these. I quite enjoy them.

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Trying some new swap AI fun!

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COSTUME SHOP - ACCEPTED

Ryan spent his whole life pretending to be something he wasn’t … STRAIGHT. He was barely out of college, but was still in the closet, knowing his family and friends would never accept the fact he was gay. It wasn’t fair and he wished more than anything he had the courage to come out and truly BE who he was. It would be amazing to have that kind of courage, to have that life.

He stood at the rows of costumes in the costume shop, searching for something that would make him feel closer to who he was. Halloween was always his favorite time of year because he could pretend without abandon. He could be whoever or whatever he wanted without judgement. It was just a costume. People thought it was funny when he “acted gay” or picked that certain something that was out of the ordinary, but felt completely true to him.

“Can I help you with something?” A voice came from behind and Ryan turned to see a handsome, dapper man in a suit.

“No, I’m good,” Ryan said, tossing him a smile. “Just looking around.”

“I’m sure I could help if you’d like me to. I tend to know exactly what people need.” He smiled again. Damn he was handsome and the British accent didn’t hurt. Ryan found himself unsure what to say as he swallowed hard and glanced away. “Perhaps I can pick something out for you and bring it to the dressing room? I can assure you, it will be exactly what you’re looking for.” The man motioned to one of the nearby dressing rooms.

“Um, sure. Okay. That sounds great.”

Ryan stepped into one of the dressing rooms and waited for a few minutes. He tapped his legs nervously. Maybe he should just leave. Yeah, this was odd and he wasn’t sure WHAT was going on. He began to turn, startled to find the man standing there with a costume in tow.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to frighten you.” He leaned in, closer, the faint smell of leather and spiced cologne hitting Ryan as he felt his cock twitch. “I found something I think you’ll enjoy very much. I’d say it’s exactly what you’re looking for.” The man hung a costume on the wall next to Ryan and turned with a smile. “I’m sure it will fit perfectly. Enjoy, Peter.”

“No. My name’s Ryan.”

“Of course. My apologies.” The man nodded, stepping out of the dressing room before closing the door behind.

“Peter? What the hell?” Suddenly curious, Ryan turned to look at the costume and found that it wasn’t really a costume at all. It was a suit. Dark blue with a bright blue tie. Looked pretty ordinary and anything BUT what Ryan truly wanted. What was he supposed to go for as Halloween? Banker? Accountant? Wasn’t anything very exciting about that.

He shrugged and decided to give it a try anyway. Why not?

Ryan removed his clothes to reveal his chubby frame. He’d never considered himself attractive and zero to no confidence. That was part of the problem. Why come out of the closet when he didn’t feel anybody could ever love him anyway?

He removed the nice shirt from the hangar and slid it on. The fabric was soft against his skin as he buttoned it, the shirt feeling almost tailored perfectly for his frame. He oddly even felt different in it, his chest feeling a bit tighter and firm, almost as if the shirt hid his man boobs completely. He glanced down to see it even made his gut almost disappear. Damn, maybe he should have been wearing suits all this time?

He slid on the pants, tucking the shirt in as he buckled the belt. He pulled on long silk socks and pushed his feet into a pair of dark dress shoes before reaching for the deep blue tie. It all felt so natural to him, his body almost moving through the motions as if he’d put this suit on a hundred times before. Tightening the tie around his neck, he felt his posture change. He definitely felt different in the suit as he reached for the jacket. Again, it slid onto his frame as if tailored to do so. How could it fit so perfectly? How was this even possible?

He glanced down at himself and his gut was completely gone. He slid his hands over his stomach and it even FELT different. Is this why so many men wore suits? Did they really hide everything so perfectly? He then felt something in the pocket of his pants and reached in, revealing a small gold wedding band. Weird. He felt the urge to slide it onto his ring finger and, as he did, he felt dizzy for a brief moment. He blinked through it, taking in a deep breath as he turned to the mirror, curious how he looked, but he was shocked to see another man standing there, a man he recognized…

Pete Buttigieg.

Ryan glanced back, checking to see if this was real, but Mayor Pete’s every move matched his own. Ryan reached up, touched his face, looked at his thin, strong hands as he blinked through the confusion.

“Holy shit,” he said, Pete Buttigieg’s voice coming from his lips. Even his Indiana accent was there. He WAS Pete Buttigieg, a rush of memories suddenly hitting him. Being in the military. Coming out. Marrying his husband Chasten. He was a confident, strong, handsome gay man who was proud of who he was. Everything he’d always wanted.

“You ready?” A voice came from behind and Pete turned to see Chasten standing there with a smile on his face, looking at him in that way only Chasten could. “You look so handsome, babe.”

“Thanks. I wore your favorite tie.” Pete said, nodding down to the bright blue tie Chasten had bought him for their anniversary.

“Well, it’s hard to fight those baby blues.” Chasten stepped closer, leaned in and gave Pete a long, deep kiss. “You’re going to be great.”

Pete suddenly remembered they were backstage before a Presidential Debate. He wrapped his arms around his husband and gave him another deep kiss.

“Thanks, babe. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Pete took Chasten’s hand and they stepped out of the green room to join the flashing cameras, but Pete didn’t care. He wanted the world to see how much he loved his husband and how proud he was of the kind of man he’d become.

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PURCHASED BODY...SWAP

This is from a short film I found YEARS ago online somewhere. Always loved the idea of purchasing a new body and selling your own to somebody else. There's another section later in the film where he talks to an old friend, a woman swapped into a man, that I may edit and upload later. Until then, ENJOY!

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Adam

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This is one of my all time body swap favorites. It's from the show BEWITCHED and reveals what happens when you wish for the wrong thing and end up in somebody else's body! I've posted this on my new YouTube channel where I'm collecting all my favorites swaps, transformations, etc. I'll be adding to them weekly so if you have any that you love, please shoot me a message and let me know! I want to collect all the BEST in as good quality possible so our swap community can find them easily.

The link below will take you to the channel. Subscribe to get new videos weekly. I'll also be sharing some here and there and will continue to write!

Cheers!

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NEW SWAP YOUTUBE CHANNEL!

Hello gents! I've recently started a new YouTube channel to begin to collect all my favorite bodyswap and transformation videos that I've discovered through the years.

I'll be adding videos weekly and wanted to share the channel with the SWAP community on here. Please check it out and subscribe. I have hundreds of videos that will be going up and want those who love these kinds of videos, like myself, to know where to find them!

Also, if you have any FAVORITE video bodyswaps, etc., please let me know, and I'll see if the videos can be added to the channel.

Cheers!

Adam

Here is a link to the channel with 24 videos uploaded thus far.

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PERMANENT REFLECTIONS

Ethan was a thin, unassuming young man with a penchant for routine and predictability. He worked a modest desk job, enjoyed his quiet evenings with a book or a movie, and had never been one to take risks. Little did he know that his life was about to take an unexpected and bewildering turn.

One evening, after a particularly monotonous day at work, Ethan decided to take a detour on his way home. He wandered into an old curiosity shop tucked away in a narrow alley. The shop was filled with all sorts of oddities and antiques, but what caught Ethan's eye was a dusty, ornate mirror with intricate carvings.

"Careful with that," the shopkeeper warned, his voice gravelly. "They say it has magical properties."

Ethan chuckled, amused by the idea of magic in the modern world. He brushed off the warning and looked into the mirror. As his reflection stared back at him, he felt a strange sensation wash over him. The world around him blurred, and before he knew it, he was no longer in his own body.

Ethan found himself staring at a much larger, much hairier reflection. He was in the body of an older, muscular man—his frame broad and powerful, with thick muscles and a thick beard and mustache. His chest was covered in a thick mat of hair, and he wore a white cowboy hat that added to his imposing presence. Hank, as he would soon learn, was a bear of a man with a rugged, masculine appearance. Hank's muscular arms and torso strained against his green T-shirt, and his jeans fit snugly over his strong legs. Panic set in as Ethan realized he had swapped bodies with someone else.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, a burly man named Hank found himself in a state of confusion as well. Hank was known for his larger-than-life presence and his insatiable libido. He was straight and lived life on his own terms, enjoying the pleasures of the world with unbridled enthusiasm. Finding himself suddenly thin and awkward in Ethan's body was a shock, to say the least. Hank now saw a reflection of a young, preppy kid with a thin frame. He was now dressed in a pastel button-down shirt, a brightly colored tie, and salmon-colored shorts, his hair perfectly coiffed as he suddenly found himself oddly aroused. The transformation was surreal.

Both men struggled to adapt to their new realities. Ethan, in Hank's body, was overwhelmed by the sheer physicality and constant sexual urges that came with it. His days became a whirlwind of new sensations and challenges, from navigating Hank's boisterous social life to dealing with the attention his new physique attracted. He found himself constantly battling the primal urges that now seemed to dominate his thoughts, complicated further by Hank's attraction to women, but he learned to give into his new urges and found himself enjoying being the man's man most men wanted to be. He loved the feel of pleasuring a woman, and couldn't resist the urge of planting his seed. His mind couldn't concentrate on things other than working out and breeding. Than again, every woman loved having "Hank" in her bed and he couldn't stop staring at his muscular, hairy frame and new size in the mirror.

Hank, on the other hand, was having a hard time adjusting to Ethan's more subdued lifestyle and his gay orientation. The quiet evenings and lack of physical exertion left him restless and frustrated. He missed the freedom of his own body, the strength, and the raw vitality that came with it. Navigating Ethan's relationships and social circles, particularly his interactions with other gay men, was both eye-opening and challenging for Hank. But as time went on, he began to appreciate the simplicity and peace that Ethan's life offered and he loved it when his boss invited him into his office for private meetings, and Hank really loved pleasing his new boss.

After several weeks of navigating their swapped lives, Ethan and Hank finally crossed paths again. It was in the same curiosity shop where the strange adventure had begun. The shopkeeper, who seemed to know more than he let on, greeted them with a knowing smile.

"Ready to go back to your own lives?" he asked.

Both men nodded eagerly. The shopkeeper instructed them to stand in front of the mirror together. As they did, a familiar sensation washed over them, and the world blurred once more. When the fog lifted, they were still in each other's bodies.

Panic set in again as they realized nothing had changed. The shopkeeper shook his head sadly. "Sometimes, the magic doesn't work the way we want it to. I'm afraid you're stuck."

Ethan and Hank were devastated, but there was nothing they could do. They were trapped in each other's bodies permanently. Over time, they had no choice but to adapt. Ethan, now permanently in Hank's body, learned to embrace the physicality and confidence that came with it. He gave in completely to his insatiable appetite for women and kept spreading his seed on a nightly basis, growing even more mesmerized by the feeling of his masculine, powerful body and the respect that came with it.

Hank, now permanently in Ethan's body, found solace in the quieter moments and the deeper connections he formed in Ethan's life. He learned to appreciate the different perspectives and experiences that came with being gay and being the best assistant his boss could imagine. He loved getting lost in the older man's arms and loved it even more when he was on his knees looking up at him with young, hungry desires.