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An Empty Nest

Short Story Bonanza (18/52) 

I held the hands of my daughter as we walked down the corridor. I know that I should feel a lot of joy, but I was experiencing a mix bag of feelings. I am certain that Yen is going to create a beautiful family and I have no doubt that Tom would do everything in his hands to make her happy.  But the truth is that their wedding meant the end of many things for me. You should understand, her mother died after giving birth and I was given the task to raise her completely alone. She was the light in my life and the only thing that push me to fight for a better future. I was very happy whenever I help her with her homework. I was happy whenever we went to the movies or just have a nice dinner. I was happy whenever she come to me and ask for counsel. I didn’t realize when it happened, but soon all my life began to move around her. I was so centered in raising a good daughter, blinded by my love for her, that I completely forgot about my own well-being. 

When the party ends, she is going to take a plane and start a new life far from home, far from me. I always knew that, one day, she was going to leave the nest; however, I never imagined how painful it was going to be. I couldn’t stop smiling during the ceremony, as I remembered all the dear moments that I had with my daughter. However, I knew that if I wanted to be happy, I needed to let her go for good. I look at my hands and saw a dark - purple stone. It was called the “Syncho Stone” and I knew that today was a great day for using it.  

We were having a nice dinner when Zack, Tom’s best man, step up and began to say some words to the happy couple. He told some funny anecdotes, but I am not sure how proper they were for the occasion. I have only meet him a couple of times, but that was more than enough to create the perception that he was douchebag and perfect for my plan. The ceremony went on, I dance with Yen at the rhythm of a nice ballad and then the party become wild as a DJ began to handle the music. I saw people drinking as there is no tomorrow and soon, I saw Zack going to the restroom. I knew that this was my only chance and I followed him. He was on the urinals and he didn’t realize that I have locked the door or that we were completely alone. 

“What the fuck” He said as he looked around and saw me completely naked just a couple of feet away from him. I immediately throw him a punch and he instinctively blocked it with his right hand. His face was full of confusion, but it quickly turned into terror after realizing that our hands have fused together. There was a force trying to join us into one single being. Zack resisted that energy, but all his efforts were futile. After a couple of minutes, he was gone, and I was the only one left in the restroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at my wrinkles and white hair. I would not deny it, time has taken a toll on me. I closed my eyes and focused on Zack’s face. When I opened them, I saw the image of the young man in the mirror. His light color eyes, perfect smile and muscular body, they were all mine. I have fun making a lot of faces in the mirror, I took my time to explore this piece of flesh and, at the end, I have some fun with my new dick. He was perfect and I know that I would have a lot of adventures pretending to be him. 

I shapeshift back to my original self to have a last chat with my daughter and son-in-law as they prepared to leave the party, ready to start a new adventure together. Quickly, I returned to the restroom and transformed back to the hunky Zack. I put on his tuxedo knowing that I would have no problem in scoring tonight. It’s true that my daughter’s departure will leave a void in my life, but that doesn’t mean that I must stay alone seeing life pass in an empty nest. I put the purple stone in my pocket, knowing that maybe I would need it in the future; but, for now, let’s party until the night ends. 

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Jeffrey is enjoying himself a bit too much this afternoon. He can't help himself though. Not only he just managed to intimidate his annoying teacher to eventually cancel his summer school program and let him graduate rather than being irrational, the 19 years old – that found himself held back a year due to skipping classes induced by his depression after his mom's passing – will also have this upcoming summer break all by himself. All thanks to the weird glitch caused by his abusive stepfather Roman that disturbed his gaming time that caused both men to be electrocuted and weirdly......body swapped. Yet, unlike Jeffrey that found himself awake in Roman's body, Roman actually remained bed-ridden and even worse, induced into coma inside his own stepson's body, unaware of the exploit that his stepson already did and about to do using his jacked physique. As for Jeffrey, well, he knows exactly what he's going to do in this beautiful weekday afternoon when the husbands are out and the missus are tucked in their houses while the kids are still in their final week of school. He's pretty sure some of those MILFs are down to be fucked by his stepdad's body by the way they are looking at Roman like a snack they want to devour if presented with a chance. Well, a chance that he will give the lucky ones he visited with none of his shirt on and his tattoos and muscles are in full display.

And if the husbands are going to have issues with it, well, none of them were USMC veteran that did MMA on the side turned private security contractors, right? He's built different, and he's not going to shy away from showing them why if they are asking for a fight.

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But first, I think I check out his wardrobe for a bit...

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“What shape would you like me to be in, exactly?”

“Alright, Michael, let’s get into shape for the shoot now,” I directed, adjusting my camera settings as he stepped in front of my lens. For a brief moment, I took him in as he was—an overweight 22-year-old, soft around the edges, nothing striking about his appearance. But that wasn’t what mattered.

“And what shape would you like me to be in, exactly?” he asked, smirking as he grabbed a handful of his belly, giving it a shake.

“It’s a fitness shoot,” I told him. “You know the type I like.”

Michael chuckled, and before my eyes, his form shifted. The excess melted away, muscle carving itself into place, his face sharpening, skin tightening over an athletic, sculpted frame. Within seconds, the man before me was unrecognizable—tall, lean, built like a cover model. He ran a hand over his freshly cut abs, flexing just enough to make the veins pop.

“Will this one do?” he asked, cocky, confident.

I lifted the camera, grinning. “I told you—you know what I like.”

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Security Footage - Artifacts (Pt. 1)

One of Trevor & Andy’s misadventures, a more detailed account of the sort described in Security Measures - Artifacts

Another story that starts with a party- but at least this time, Trevor was the host.

The young man had plenty of cause to dislike parties. He was an introvert. Being short meant he got pushed around in crowds. Party playlists usually contained terrible songs. Nobody ever invited him to them growing up.

However the main reason he hated them was because ever since Andy had come back into his life, it felt like the only times he ever wound up at a party was when he was chasing down some unhinged body snatcher. Being exposed to the absolute dregs of the party ecosystem had really put a dampener on his college experience and caused him to swear off of soirees- which was a testament to what a good mood he was in when he invited some of his friends over to his new off-campus apartment for "a little get together."

Recently he and Andy had experienced a run-in with an individual in possession of a ring that allowed him to switch bodies by grabbing someone's hand… no points for guessing who his first target was when he arrived in their city.

The ring somehow travelled with the snatcher so in a bit of a twist on the usual formula, the guy had actually switched out of Andy's body by the time they located it, leaving another random person inside, and the couple spent several days working their way through a daisy chain of body swaps until they (and the angry mob of victims) finally cornered the troublemaker and forced him to fix everything.

And not only did everyone get their bodies back, Trevor got the ring as well.

In his mind, the ring was a major breakthrough. It was the first concrete item he'd found that would actually be able to help Andy with his condition- maybe it couldn't stop snatchers outright, but it gave them a tool to fight back with when they did strike. The end of their body swapping woes was something to celebrate, and with the ring safely tucked away in his nightstand drawer in case of an emergency, Trevor felt comfortable letting loose a little bit.

Just a little bit though, and to be on the safe side, the guest list was just a handful of close friends, and the activities were limited to card games, Mario Kart, and Just Dance. There were still drugs and alcohol though- it wouldn't be a college party without them.

The lanky white guy on the couch with the bowl of chips between his legs was RJ, a friendly stoner type who had lived next to Trevor back in the dorm days and had managed to graduate from "randomly assigned neighbor" to "friend" before they moved out. Their friendship was like a weed, in the sense that it stayed healthy even with little attention, and in the sense that they smoked a lot of weed together.

The chubby Asian guy sitting in a plastic folding chair in the corner, glaring at his phone, was Han. When Trevor had dared to venture out to a welcome event thrown by the school's (small) LGBTQ+ society in the first weeks of college, Han had been the only other gay guy in the freshman class to show up, and the two had remained in touch out of a sense of loyalty ever since.

The pretty black girl lying on the carpet was Monica, a year above Trevor but one of his closest friends. A journalism major, she'd interviewed him for a project about victims of bullying and was so charmed by him that she decided to take him under her wing- and when she found out he could match her attitude, she liked him even more. Curled up next to her was her boyfriend Alexander, a lean and laid back white boy on the track team who had to work hard to keep up with his girlfriend.

The party had been going on for an hour or so and they were playing Just Dance (switching over from Mario Kart after RJ kept thrashing everyone) so the group was treated to the rare sight of Trevor dancing- or rather, attempting to dance. There wasn't much rhythm in his skinny little body, but he gamely wiggled from side to side to the music in an attempt to prove that his hips did not, in fact, lie, and Andy was so in love with Trevor that he managed to find the awkward gyrations endearing.

"Oh yeah, shake it for me baby," he teased, ostensibly as a joke, but the way his eyes were glued to Trevor's little booty as it swung around in the air said otherwise.

Trevor finished the song with a respectable score, a sigh of relief, and thunderous applause from Andy that would have been a standing ovation if Andy wasn't worried about everyone noticing his fat semi. Down boy, he told himself. Not while his friends are here.

Trevor was red faced and embarrassed, but he smiled at his boyfriend then tossed him the controller (Andy caught it with one hand) before disappearing down the hallway towards his room. Andy lazily scrolled through options and chatting with RJ about what to pick next, but the game was forgotten when Trevor emerged a minute later holding a bong.

"Attention everyone," he announced. "We're entering into phase two."

"Sick!" RJ shouted out, bouncing up and down in place on the couch cushion with excitement and nearly crashing into poor Andy.

"That's my cue," Monica said, pressing a kiss to Alexander's cheek before hoisting herself up to her feet and heading over to the kitchen for her purse. Alexander scooted over to be closer to the coffee table, striking a relaxed pose as he watched Trevor and Andy get everything set up.

"Han, are you feeling up for some smoke?" Trevor asked, frowning when he noticed how morose his friend was. Han wasn't always the cheeriest but this was a new level of gloom, even for him- still, he grunted and dragged his folding chair over to the table that Andy had begun clearing cards off of.

Trevor set the bong down on the table, and RJ's eyes lit up when he got a closer look at it. "No shit, is that the same one you had when we were in the dorms?"

"Nostalgic, right?" Trevor shook it from side to side and the clear water inside sloshed around.

"This bong is special to you two?" Andy asked, eyeing it curiously- he'd seen Trevor used the worn (but clean) glass tube many times, but its history had never come up.

"Nope," Trevor snorted. While he did have fond memories of lying on the floor of his dorm room talking about life with RJ when they were younger and dumber, the truth was… "RJ's just impressed I still have it because he breaks all of his after a month."

"That's not-" RJ's knee knocked the bong off the table and it was only saved from shattering by Andy's quick reflexes; the athletic young man caught it inches from the floor and gently returned it to its proper place. Trevor waved his hands vaguely at RJ, as if to say, see?, and RJ lifted his own hands. "Hey, IN MY DEFENSE… I am a little drunk right now. Looking forwards to being crossfaded though."

"Nice catch man," Alexander complimented Andy- though he and Trevor were acquainted through Monica, this was his first time meeting Andy, and he'd already developed a bit of a man-crush on the big guy. "You play sports?"

"Nah, used to play some basketball in high school though," Andy shrugged. "I do a game of pick up every now and then for fun though."

"Well, you're shredded," Alexander said, eyeing Andy's arms enviously.

"What, you mean this?" Andy flexed, bouncing his grapefruit sized bicep up and down a few times, and he gave a cocky grin. "I work out every now and then."

RJ whistled appreciatively, leaning over and pressing a finger into the peak of Andy's bicep as hard as he could. "That's sick bro."

"I gotta say, it's nice to have a man around the house," Trevor joked, slipping into the empty spot on the couch next to Andy.

"Yup," Andy yanked his boyfriend close and pressed a kiss onto his head. "And I've got the best one in the world right here."

Everyone in the room groaned and looked away as Andy showered Trevor with kisses, which Trevor was powerless to stop no matter how hard he shoved Andy away so instead he just surrendered to the onslaught and accepted the love. He pulled his face out of from the spot it was nestled into Andy's chest (truthfully, he could have stayed a bit longer) and peeked up at Andy; the two gazed into each others eyes and smiled at each other like they had a secret… which, of course, they did.

Not everyone was so impressed by the saccharine display though, and Monica broke the moment by loudly clearing her throat. Trevor and Andy separated (slightly) and Monica shook the bag of marijuana in her hands like she was ringing a bell as she called the meeting to order.

"Okay, well, now that we're done with the PDA," she said, a sour look flashing on her face for a moment as she side-eyed Andy, and she loaded up the bowl while she spoke. "Since I bought the weed, I get to decide who takes the first hit, and I think it should be Trevor since he so graciously invited us all over to his new place like I've been begging him to do for weeks now, and I think he deserves a little treat for it."

"Thank you Monica, for both the weed, and the attitude," Trevor snickered, and Monica smiled at him as she passed him the bong. Trevor picked up his lighter and clicked it on, staring at the flame for a moment, then he lifted it into the air for an impromptu toast. "To things going well for once."

Everyone (except for Han, who was still moping) cheered as Trevor lit the weed and the water began heating up, and a minute later, Trevor was exhaling a plume of skunk scented smoke. Greedily, RJ tried to snatch the bong from him, but Trevor batted his hand away ("Let someone else have some before you hog it all") and handed it across the table to Alexander. Alexander accepted the bong with a smile, but instead of taking a hit, he offered it to Monica.

"Ladies first?" he said, doing a half-decent smolder that made him look rather suave, and she gasped with mock delight.

"Why thank you babe!" she exclaimed, giving him a quick peck on the lips as she grabbed the bong from him. She toyed with the stem suggestively for a moment and eyed the other boys seated across from her. "At least someone here knows how to treat a woman right."

"Ma'am, you're surrounded by homos," Trevor deadpanned.

"Exactly," Monica took a deliberate, luxurious pull from the bong, then slowly exhaled the smoke like a queen. "So you should be worshipping me."

"We got Han, Trevor, bisexual king Andy," RJ counted them up on his fingers, scrunching his forehead with exertion as he did simple math, and he pondered the three digits he had extended before lifting up his head and smirking at Alexander. "The straight boys are getting outnumbered dude."

Alexander winced and scratched his beard. "Uh, actually I'm also bisexual…"

"Nooooooooo!" RJ cried out, horrified by the betrayal. "You can't leave me alone with them! I can't be a minority!"

"Hey, you're all minorities," Trevor began, locking eyes with Monica, and the two of them finished the joke in unison. "You're in the Glee Club."

"See?" RJ's hands flailed as he watched the two of them cackle. "How am I supposed to know what that means?"

Alexander, too normal to know what to make of any of that, busied himself by taking his turn with the bong, fading into the background for a moment as Monica, Trevor, and RJ bantered back and forth. He slowly released smoke from his nostrils as Monica and Trevor made more jokes he didn't understand, and Andy caught his eye through the smoke and gestured at the three friends with a good natured (but long suffering) smile. Solidarity between boyfriends, he seemed to be saying.

Alexander offered Andy the bong, but to his surprise, the big guy politely waved it away. "Nah, I'm not into that stuff."

"Okay well if he's giving up his turn, I'm taking it," RJ said, snapping into attention the second weed was up for grabs. He snatched the bong out of Alexander's hands before anyone could protest and he leaned in to take a hit, pausing an inch away from the bong to tease Andy before going in. "I swear, you must be the one guy on the planet that those anti-drug programs worked on."

Alexander eyed Andy curiously. "Dude, you don't smoke?"

"I try to stay sober," Andy shrugged, a bit uncomfortable- the truth was, he used to partake in substances, but after a few months as a body snatcher magnet, the idea of taking anything mind altering sounded awful to him. "I just don't like anything that makes me feel like I'm not in control."

"Really?" Monica raised her eyebrow and pinched her lips tight- something she did when she smelled bullshit. "Because I seem to recall you going pretty wild at a bar downtown a few weeks back."

The pointed undertones of her comment were not lost on anyone, and the mood in the room instantly became a lot tenser. Andy's shoulders fell, and Trevor winced- Monica had made it clear to him many times that she had a lot of issues with Andy, but he'd thought that she would behave herself at a party and not take the chance to bring it up to the poor guy's face. And apparently he wasn't the only one who felt that way.

"Monica, honey, don't," Alexander grabbed his girlfriend gently by the shoulder and murmured in her ear, glancing over awkwardly at Andy and Trevor. "You promised."

"What? I'm just saying," Monica brushed him off and waved her hands in the air like she was presenting invisible evidence. She glanced around the room, waiting for someone to challenge her. "The man says he doesn't drink or do drugs, meanwhile half of my girlfriends have stories about him getting plastered and grinding up on them. Am I wrong?"

She wasn't wrong- she was just missing a few crucial details.

"I… wasn't myself then," Andy answered diplomatically, and Monica hummed.

"Seems to happen to you a lot," Monica said with a disapproving glare. "A little bit too much for a guy with a really nice boyfriend."

Andy couldn't meet Monica's eyes and instead looked glumly at the coffee table, a boulder of guilt pressing down on his back. The couple had decided early on that it would be safest to keep Andy's "condition" a secret- if word got out, it could put him at even more risk than he already was -but the downside of this was that the boys had no explanation for why "Andy" would periodically ditch Trevor to go on wild sprees… or for why Trevor kept taking him back afterwards.

As far as anyone was concerned, Andy was just an incurable playboy who relapsed often, and Trevor was the sorry sap who was letting himself be treated like shit.

As usual, when Andy wasn't able to defend himself, Trevor stepped in. Resting one hand on the small of his boyfriend's back for support, Trevor put on his most stern voice. "Monica, we've talked about this. I know it seems weird but Andy and I are happy, and I really don't like it when you talk badly about him."

"I'm just looking out for you Trevor," Monica placed a hand on the table and leaned in, her voice softening to what Trevor liked to call her "mom voice," and Trevor bit his lip. "You're young and you're innocent-"

RJ pause his toke to interrupt her. "Uh, you're like a year older than us."

"Exactly, babies," Monica said without missing a beat. "And mama here has seen tons of guys like this who think that just because they're hot shit that they can toy around with guys and girls, and it never works out. You can't trust a player, and I think you deserve someone who's going to be there for you."

Her eyes snapped suddenly to Andy's with such intensity that everyone else flinched, and she glared at him like a lioness. Andy was a foot taller than her and twice as broad, but that didn't seem to phase her in the slightest. "Which is why I want you to know that, I see you, I am watching you, and if you keep playing around with my sweet boy then I'm gonna have to end you."

"Monica! Too far!" Alexander put his hand on her chest and gently reigned her back in; she allowed him, but kept her eyes on Andy. Monica's beleaguered boyfriend rushed to apologize. "Dude, I'm so sorry-"

"No, don't apologize," Andy said, to everyone's surprise. Despite the daggers Monica was shooting his way, he seemed calm, and he looked her dead in the eyes. "She's just looking out for him because she loves him, I get that. I love him too." One of his hands drifted down to Trevor's, and the two laced their fingers together. Andy focused on the warmth of their connection, and smiled sadly. "And I really wish that I could be a better man for him."

Monica stared at their interlocked hands for a second, eyes narrowing, then she leaned back. Apparently appeased for the moment, she pulled the bong away from RJ and began to reload it in a gesture of goodwill. Trevor let out a sigh of relief and slumped into Andy's shoulder.

"Hey, Han, is your date coming?" Trevor said, eager to change the subject, and all eyes shifted towards the silent young man. "He was invited too."

"Oh yeah!" Monica jumped in, sounding much more cheerful now that she was no longer in attack mode. "Rex, right? I saw his picture on the LGBT+ Society's page, he's cute! When's he getting here?"

Everyone stared at Han expectantly, and his eyes flicked from face to face. Clearly a bit uncomfortable, he shuffled in his seat and clutched his phone so tight that knuckles whitened, and then he scowled.

"Rex actually dumped me because he was, quote, 'kinda bored with me,'" Han said bitterly. "So no, don't think he's coming."

Silence settled over the room, punctuated only by a few coughs from RJ, who had inhaled too fast.

"That sucks dude," the stoner wheezed out, then he extended the bong towards Han. "You can have the next hit, sounds like you need it."

Han grabbed the bong and took the biggest, angriest hit anyone in the room had ever seen, and then jumped to his feet and stormed out of the room. Trevor rose to follow but Monica put her hand on his arm and stopped him- the guy definitely needed a moment to cool off before he was ready for any sort of human interaction.

"Okay I'm officially banishing this negative energy," RJ declared, exhaling another puff of smoke that no one realized he'd been holding in. "Let's smoke until we all forget everything that just happened."

Murmurs of agreement from the other partygoers, and Monica fished another baggie out of her purse.

In truth, Han didn't want to be a party pooper, but it was difficult for him to be around happy people when he was feeling so miserable. Han had always been unlucky in love, something he bitterly attributed to being an Asian who didn't fit into the neat stereotypes of "soft and submissive twink" or "dominant bro" that all the guys expected. People didn't want plain, chubby dudes like him. They wanted big hunks like Andy, or pretty little twinks like Trevor. And who was he to blame them? He wanted the same things.

He'd thought he'd found a kindred spirit in Trevor when they'd met freshmen year, but just when he'd finally worked up the courage to ask the other boy out, Andy had materialized out of thin air and snatched him away. Stupid, impossibly handsome Andy who was bigger and better than Han would ever be or could ever hope to compete with. In a desperate bid for companionship, Han had thrown himself into a string of failed relationships, but no matter how low he lowered his standards, things never worked out for him.

Han threw open the first door that he found which was, ironically enough, Trevor's bedroom. It figured that the only time he would ever end up in Trevor's bed was when he was plopping himself down on it to stew in his bitterness. The young man buried his head in his hands and sighed, then a glint of light out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Momentarily distracted from his doom spiral, Han glanced over at Trevor's nightstand and saw a ring sitting on top of it.

That's strange, he thought. Trevor doesn't wear jewelry.

Curious, he scooped it up for a closer look. A thick band of smooth, shiny gold with intricate patterns carved into the interior and a few clear gems dotting the outside at strategic points, and Han found himself mesmerized by the way the stones caught the light and twinkled. It was a beautiful ring but not Trevor's style- perhaps it was a gift from Andy, a sign their relationship was getting more serious.

The thought made jealousy bubble up from his belly and his head swam- the weed must be hitting him harder than he'd thought. The metal of the ring felt tingled against his skin and for some reason, he put it on, to feel for a moment what it would be like to have what he wanted in his grasp. Then the door flew open and when Han looked up, he saw Trevor's boyfriend standing there, with a stupid smile on his stupidly handsome face, with his stupidly big muscles, and his-

"Oh hey dude I…" Andy blinked, whatever thought was in his head disappearing into a puff of smoke. "I completely forgot what I came in here for."

The ring glimmered on his finger.

Do it.

Han reached out.

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"Is it too much to ask for one normal night?" Andy yelled at the universe, grunting as he threw his body into door. "Or at least that I switch into somebody with some muscles?"

It had all happened so fast. One second he was sitting on the couch with Trevor, then it seemed like he blinked and he was alone in Trevor's room with his weird friend Han, and then Han had the ring, and then… he was trapped. In Han's body, and in Trevor's room, because Han (who had been thrilled with his new digs) had jammed a chair or something on the other side of the door and now Andy couldn't get it open. He could have busted down the door in a second if he were himself, but unfortunately, all of his hard earned muscles had been commandeered by a creep, so he had to make do with what he had.

Which isn't much, he though to himself, glaring down at Han's weak body with distaste.

Andy was an open-minded guy who did his best not to judge other people- he was blessed, he knew that! Not everybody had the time and genetics to build the kind of body that he had. But it was hard to be body positive when stuck with a body that wasn't his own, and once again, he was short and fat. Before puberty hit him like a sledgehammer and transformed him into an Adonis, Andy had been a chubby kid, so being in Han's body made him feel like he was twelve again. Small and powerless.

Andy channeled his frustration into another charge at the door and succeeded at nudging it open another inch, although the force of the blow made his borrowed shoulder throb. Nasty bruises were already forming, but hey- not his body.

He needed to get out of there now. Andy would freely admit that he was the jealous type and he'd never liked the way that Han looked at his boyfriend- Trevor was like the sun, who could blame the guy for developing a crush? But Trevor was his, and now that Han was him, there was no telling what he would do. The thought of that creep using his body to take advantage of his sweet little guy… using his muscles to sweep the twink off his feet… working Trevor open and fucking him with the massive cock he'd stolen while the real Andy was stuck with a little nub…

The rush of anger gave Andy the push he needed tackle the door at full strength, finally knocking the chair out of the way and sending him stumbling into the hallway. Light, music, and voices filtered down the dark hallway, and Andy scrambled to his feet- only to go crashing right back to the floor when he failed to vault over the fallen chair. (Han's body couldn't make the jump.) Cursing in pain, he half-crawled/half-stumbled down the hallway to the living room and burst in in a panic.

"Trevor, listen, Han found the ring and-"

He blinked as he registered the scene that laid before him- utter chaos.

RJ was running around the room at top speed, ducking and weaving around the furniture as he tried to escape Alexander, who was in hot pursuit behind him and gaining ground fast. They nearly plowed into Andy's own body, which Andy was standing dumbstruck in the middle of the room, both hands buried in the front of his jeans as whoever was in it fondled his with a dazed expression of shock. Poor Monica was pacing back and forth, babbling to herself as she grabbed her own breasts, while Trevor was standing dumbly by the entrance to the hallway, munching on a bag of chips.

Andy grabbed him by the shoulder. "Trevor?"

"Huh?" Trevor droned, looking at Andy with dumb, bloodshot eyes. He snickered at something funny in his head and slumped over onto Andy's shoulder. "Han, dude, I'm so high right now. I hallucinated I was the Hulk for a minute there, like, I was ripped. Everyone's gone crazy, lol."

Okay so not Trevor, Andy thought to himself. This must be the real RJ, which meant the one being chased by Alexander's body must be someone else- the golden ring glinting off of his finger confirmed it. But who was it? Was Trevor still trying to get the ring from Han? Or had Trevor already gotten it, and was now trying to keep it away from him? His questions were answered when "Alexander" caught up to "RJ" and managed to grab him by the waist.

"You can't stop me!" RJ's body taunted, struggling against his captor. It was clear that RJ's body was no match for Alexander's track and field trained muscles, but when Han stretched RJ's long arm out as far as it could go, he managed to grab onto Andy's body. With a flash, he was free, and he finished his sentence with Andy's voice. "With this ring, I can be anyone!"

He made a break for the door, but Trevor (the real Trevor, using Alexander's body) tossed RJ's body aside and dove for Han's legs, managing to send them both crashing to the ground. The two tussled for a moment, and while Andy's body clearly had the upper hand in terms of strength, Han was uncoordinated and caught off-guard, so he elected to retreat by hopping over to Monica's body as it passed by.

This turned out to be a mistake as he could barely walk in her shoes, and he wasn't able to hobble far before Trevor was upon him- but Han managed to catch Trevor unaware and switched the two of them, leaving him as the track and field star and Trevor in heels. Trevor had the presence of mind to take one of the heels off and throw it at Han's back, and Han gave a yelp and tripped into Trevor's body, sending chips flying everywhere. Meanwhile, whoever had been swapped from Monica's body into Andy's was grabbing his crotch again, but the expression on his face was one of relief rather than confusion.

"Oh thank god," Alexander groaned, thrilled to be anatomically male again, then his eyes widened when he realized the scale of the anatomy he held. "Oh my god!"

He gaped down at Andy's cock, then seemed to register Andy's pecs were also obstructing his view, and he reached up to cup them in his hands. A grin split his face as he began flexing, doing stereotypical macho-man poses as he geeked out over the incredible musculature he now possessed. Before he could get too comfortable, he was sent crashing back to Earth when RJ's body crashed into him and grabbed him by the hand, zapping him out of his dream body. He squeezed one of his skinny new arms and sighed.

A lot happened in the next few seconds as the partygoers tussled on the floor. RJ's body had Trevor's body the arm, while Monica's body was pounding her fists into Alexander's body, while Alexander's body was trying to hobble away while Trevor's body was curled around its legs, Andy's body was trapped on the floor being stepped on by all of them, and the real Andy's head was spinning as he tried to keep up with who was who.

"Trev?" he asked. "Where are you?"

Monica's body turned to glare at him, and Andy would recognize that look on any face.

"I told you, nothing good ever happens at parties!" Trevor huffed.

After they'd gotten the ring back, fixed all of the switches, and then gaslit their friends into thinking that they'd smoked some bad weed and had a very vivid group hallucination, Trevor decided that he'd better keep the ring in a harder to find place from then on.

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Season 3

Pop Up Blurb: What the Fuck?

Karley just looked at herself in the mirror. Her body grew and bulked up. She had no idea what happened. She suddenly began to grow and change. Her feet bursted out of her socks. Her clothing got way too tight. She quickly got a pair of her brothers briefs and stared at the mirror.

“Well fuck” she said in a deep voice, as HE looked at his phone that seemed to suddenly change when he didn’t look. Everything on it changed. He had profiles for the guy he was looking at now. And had a huge following.

“Maybe I should just see” he said tempted as he took a snap and posted it. Within seconds and got a flood of likes and with each like and follow, this new persona Karley spontaneously gained as warping his perception.

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Thank you so much for all your great work! Trust in your skills, you've had a lot of practice. I have always appreciated your consideration of your characters and your desire the challenge yourself as a writer. I hope wherever you go next, that you always have a chance to live your best life, and take that chance. I am grateful to have been a dedicated reader of your work, and a fan.

I am glad you're getting a nice vacation with Dustin.

An Author’s Last Song

The writer looked at all the stories that he had written. He could only feel proud of his achievements. He began this blog around 8 years ago and he never believed that others would like and share his stories. Well, this blog has now  more 1,750 stories with over 2,750 photos across 1,900 posts. Some of the tales were good, some of them need some work, but each one of them were special for the writer. He took gladly all the good and bad feedback, and, thanks to his followers, he is certain that he has transformed himself into a better storyteller. Now it’s time for the writer to move on and aspire to something else. He doesn’t know if he would continue writing on transformation issues, a topic that he certainly loves. However, there is an amazing world around us and millions of tales to be told, that is a sin not to try to write other kind of stories. Maybe this is just a temporary pause, you can take it as a see you soon. However, the writer doesn’t hold a crystal sphere, so maybe this is his last song.

The author always thought that his stories were product of imagination, an innocent fantasy. He never knew that they were in reality visions of things that were happening around the word or things that would happen to some of his readers. He was suspicious that something else was happening when one of his friends told him that he was visited by a woman who called herself the trickster. In a sad turn of events, that was the last time that the author heard of his friend. The author never put himself in one of his stories, but from the beginning he had the same vision repeating in his mind. He imagine writing a story that seemed so personal to him as it involves transforming himself into a guy that he meet during his college years. The author resisted the urge to write that tale, but soon he was not able to stop himself any longer.

The writer didn’t know how to describe his old classmate, Dustin. He was a bro, an all-star athlete and have a perfect physique. That were the basis, but Dustin was a lot more than just some physical descriptors. The writer began to describe all the aspects that make Dustin great, putting all the anecdotes that he knew of him on paper. He wrote for hours, without realizing that his body was slowly transforming into that of an Adonis. Then the writer went to sleep, completely oblivious of what was he going to find when he finally wake up.

He didn’t know what was more shocking. Waking up in a strange house, founding that he now posses a set of six pack or looking at Dustin’s beautiful face on the mirror. The writer enjoyed a lot his new body and was very nervous when he finally met Dustin’s family. Thankfully he had access to his host memories, so he was able to pull this off. Well, this just happened a couple of days ago. So you can understand why the author is so willing to pause for a bit his blog. It is true that he wants to began writing about other topics; but lets not deny it, he also wants to spent more time enjoying the amazing body, that for some reason, the universes granted him as a gift.

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The Compendium

The bolg has now over 1750 stories. In order to celebrate, here is a  recopilation of all the story collections in this blog. Thanks a lot for your support and see you in the future. 

Short Stories Collections:

The Book of Transformations Vol. 01

The Book of Transformations Vol. 02

The Book of Transformations Vol. 03

The Book of Transformations Vol. 04

The Book of Transformations Vol. 05

The Book of Transformations Vol. 06

The Book of Transformations Vol. 07

The Book of Transformations Vol. 08

The Book of Transformations Vol. 09

The Book of Transformations Vol. 10 

The Book of Transformations Vol. 11

The Book of Transformations Vol. 12

The Book of Transformations Vol. 13

The Book of Transformations Vol. 14

The Book of Transformations Vol. 15

The Book of Transformations Vol. 16

The Book of Transformations Vol. 17

The Book of Transformations Vol. 18

The Book of Transformations Vol. 19

The Book of Transformations Vol. 20

The Book of Transformations Vol. 21

The Book of Transformations Vol. 22

The Book of Transformations Vol. 23

The Book of Transformations Vol. 24

The Book of Transformations Vol. 25

The Book of Transformations Vol. 26

The Book of Transformations Vol. 27

The Book of Transformations Vol. 28

The Book of Transformations Vol. 29

The Book of Transformations Vol. 30

The Book of Transformations Vol. 31

The Book of Transformations Vol. 32

The Book of Transformations Vol. 33

The Book of Transformations Vol. 34

The Book of Transformations Vol. 35

Special Collections:

A Gentleman’s Guide for Body Swap

Photochallenge Collection

The Long Journey

Fan Fiction (Part 2)

Imagine This (Part 2)

Vignettes Festival (Part 2)

Alternate Realities

A Face to Dream of

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Girl Power

A year of stories’ special (27/35)

Anne’s View

I saw my best friends having lunch. I approached them and they seemed very uncomfortable by my presence.  “Hey ladies, you like what you see… maybe you will be better in bed than Anne” I said, trying to maintain a serious face. They were clearly mad at me and I didn’t blame them, they really believed that I was Tomas. They were very confused when I began to laugh, and they didn’t believe me when I told them that I was in reality their friend. However, when I show them the magic coin, they were certain that I was telling the truth.

I really loved Tomas. He was a gentleman and I believed that we were destined to be together. Sadly, I found him sleeping with Jenna. Of all the people that he could slept with, he decide to have an adventure with that bitch. I was inconsolable. I cried for several days and it was very hard to get out of my bed. I was very surprised when one of my teachers gave me this artifact. She told me that probably I would not find true love in college, but that doesn’t mean that I couldn’t get my revenge. I switch bodies with Tomas, and he could only scream when he realize that he lost his dick. Men believed that they could do anything, that the campus belonged to them. Now, I would show you who is the one that holds all the power.

Carol’s View

I was very nervous when Anne arranged a meeting with Lincoln. I was not interested in becoming a dude; however, she told me that she needed her best friend by her side. To be honest with you, I don’t like what Anne has become. I know that she is my girl, but every day that passes she acts more and more like a douchebag. Tomas could have cheated on her, but at least he pretended to be a gentleman. I couldn’t believe that I am saying this, but I am starting to miss the old Tomas. I know that it was wrong, but I concede at the social pressure. Lincoln was Tomas best friend, so it was the obvious choice.

Do you want to know the truth? Well, this experience has been one of the worsts of my life. It was really weird to walk with that thing between my legs and it seemed that it has its own life. Hanging with the boys was very revealing. It’s obvious that we still live in a chauvinistic society and I could only feel disgusted whenever I remember their comments. It was an error to take over Lincoln’s life. I am ready to return to my body. I am proud of being a woman and I never wished to be something else. The only issue is that Tomas doesn’t want to give me the coin. I don’t know what to think. I just hope that she or he would realize that this is crazy and finally return everyone to their respective bodies.

Nadia’s View

Anne, Carol and Nadia. We were the best friends. We did everything together. Lunch, shopping, you named it. However, I always held a secret from them, I never told them that I was a lesbian. I am sure that they would accept me with open arms, but I was afraid that someone else could learn about my preferences. I know how cruel people can be and I was not willing to be bullied by a dumb jock. When Anne appeared with that coin, I saw it as an opportunity. My friends were perplexed when I choose to take over Devon’s body. He was an arrogant jerk and a man with a very dubious reputation. However, he was the latest boyfriend of Jenna. She may be a slut, but a slut that I always wanted to be with. My relationship with her may be a toxic one, but I love every moment by her side.

Anne, Carol and Nadia were best friend, but now we cannot stand each other. Anne forgot to tell us that we have to switch back in a certain timeframe or the change would become permanent. Carol was furious when she realized that she was stuck in Lincoln’s body. Sadly, things escalated fast and both men end up in a gory fist fight. They haven’t talk since then and they began to evade me when I start dating my beloved Jenna. They say that girls have to stay together. Well, we are no longer girls and each one of us have followed a completely different path. I just hope that Lincoln and Tomas would be able to solve their difference as I would love to go for some beers with my bros. Well, in the meantime, I have to prepare as Jenna promised me a long session of wild sex.

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Male Masking Fantasy | Where male masking meets AI artistry

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Book of Transformation Vol. 35

The blog is near to achieve its biggest milestone, 1,750 published stories. In order to celebrate, here is a collection of some stories previously released. Here is volume 35 and thanks a lot for your support.

Minor Complaint

Puma

Dancer

Alternative Medicine

Bullfighter

Lucky

A New World

The Sacred Spring

Boto

Dive Deep

Cultural Shock

Training methods

Switch party

The Honeymooners

Girlfriend

Graduation Day

Real Potential

Happiness

Ruined

The Tourist

Second Chance

The Concert

Bodyguard

Clothes Make the Man (Outline)

The Collection (Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5)

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Although it's comedie this clip is so damn hot! That hot dude, the kidnap, the disguise... uff...

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The Collection

Chapter 4: Solving the Case (Connor’s Perspective)

This case doesn’t make any sense. It’s just that anything is adding up. “Detective, the suspect is on the interrogation room” One of the rookie cops told me as I looked again at the cardboard. I guess that I will figure it all out. I walked towards the room and there I saw Matt Collins. His boss was extremely worried for him after one day he resigned and the next day he just vanished. He opened a missing person report and gladly we were able to find him. However, what we found in that apartment only made us raise more questions.

“Hi Matt, I am Detective Connor Jenkins” I said as I sat near him.

“Hi Detective. I am in any kind of problem”

“No… just wanted to make some questions. Maybe you have some information to solve a cold case”

“Sure, I will help in anything you need”

“Ok. Do you know who Shawn Johnson is?”

“Shawn Johnson! Shit! No… it doesn’t ring a bell”

“Really?”

“No, I was thinking of a friend, Liam Johnson. But that is not your guy”

“Ok, that is fair”

“What did Shawn do? Does he have a criminal record? Is he in deep shit”

“No, he went missing. One day he went to work, and he never returned”

“Oh, I see. He didn’t live alone”

“So, you believed that he lived alone”

“No, its just that if he disappeared and someone filed a report, it means that he was not alone”

“He lived alone, but when his parents were unable to contact him. They file a report”

“I see. That is horrible”

“It is. Let me show you some photos of Shawn. Maybe that will make you ring a bell”

I was certain that Matt knew something. It was more than obvious. I showed several photos of Shawn. In some of them he was completely alone, but in the vast majority he was surrounded by his parents, his friends and loved ones. I could see that this was affecting Matt in a serious way. “So, you don’t know the man?” I asked. “No… I do not know who he is” he said almost sobbing.

“Matt, what are you not telling me”

“Nothing, it is just so sad… that someone just disappears”

“You know, do you have family… parents, friends”

“Yeah, of course”

“If something ever happened to you, wouldn’t you know what happened to them”

“Yeah, but I swear… I do not know where Shawn is. Why? Why do you think that I would know something about this guy”

“Since when do you started to live with David Duran”

“David! a couple of weeks ago”

“Why did you move with him?”

“Well… I don’t know. I wanted a change in life”

“So, you abandoned everything”

“Well…”

“Did you know that your ex-boss filed a missing person report”

“What?”

“It was unexpected to find you where David lived”

“Why so?”

“Shawn was a delivery guy. His last delivery was to David’s house before disappearing on thin air”

“Really?”

“Then we heard about Charles Devon, a top executive which his son reported as disappeared just two days ago. Do you know who worked for him?”

“Yeah”

“So, two disappeared people related to Mr. Duran. We went to his house, and we found a third one. You”

“I really don’t know what happened to them”

“Do you know where Mr. Duran is? So, we can bring it here and make some questions”

“No, I do not know. I didn’t do anything bad. Am I arrested”

“No, just wanted to talk with you”

We spoke for a couple more hours. The man was guilty in my eyes, but I was not able to get anything from him. The only thing that I had was my gut filling, so I was left with no other choice but to let him walk away. I was certain that I was going to unveil his secret.

I have been a detective for several years. So, I was confident that I would be able to crack this case. My thought was that if I followed Matt, I was going to be able to find something. But the first couple of days didn’t yield any result. Matt routine seemed just the one of a normal dude. However, even though he was sleeping in David’s place, it was weird that there was no sight of David. Soon, I was building in my mind several hypotheses of what had happened. My idea is that, after David was fired, he took revenge on his boss. However, probably it was a sloppy crime, and Shawn was unfortunate to be on the wrong place at the wrong time. He became collateral damage. I am almost certain that David is a criminal and that Matt knows this. Not sure if he helped him in the crimes, what is certain is that he is covering for him. I just need some evidence, something and then I could put an arrest warrant.

It was very late, almost midnight. I was falling asleep when I realized that Matt was leaving his place. He suspiciously walked into his car, and I just knew that I finally hit the jackpot. He drove for almost an hour and following was a nerve-racking experience. I was afraid that he was going to realize that he was being followed, but he just continued his journey till he arrived at some storage units. Then the weirdest thing happened. I was so confused. I saw Matt entering one of the units… but he never came out. No, I couldn’t say anything when I saw Shawn walking out of that place. He was alive, which was great… but now nothing was making sense. There was no reason for Matt lying to me… there was no reason of hiding that he knew Shawn. Well, that is unless he was hiding something bigger. I needed to see what they were hiding on those units. I knew that I needed to get an order to break in legally, but I couldn’t wait. I just grab a wrench and break the small lock. Then I could only feel horror travel through my body.

 I saw Matt completely naked in a corner. He looked like he was sleeping. It was weird, but nothing could prepare me to when I realized that Charles Devon was also there. However, that man was not in a natural position. His legs were above his head, his head was looking backwards, and his torso seemed to have collapsed. That is when I realized that these were not really human beings, they were skins. Shit! The man that I was talking to was not the real Matt… it was someone wearing his skin. Fuck. This is worse than I thought. I need to get help fast. I quickly ran to my car but as I opened the door I felt a small sting in my neck. I looked back and saw Shawn looking at me. His eyes were full of guilt. “I am so sorry detective. I didn’t want to ruin so many lives” – He said as I began to feel super weak – “But I am so close of achieving my goal. I am so sorry, but you will not ruin this for me. Being honest, I think that I will enjoy playing to be a cop. I think that I will love when everybody calls me Connor Jenkins”

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The Collection

Chapter 3: Power Move (David’s Perspective)

This has been an awesome experience. Shit. I have never been happier in my life. Sure, works still sucks. But weekends, they are just awesome. You know. Going out as Matt is the best thing ever. He is just popular in any bar that I go. I have to admit it, I have started to live a double life as him. Meeting new people, making friends, and just having a blast. If people just knew that, during the week, I would just shed Matt’s skin and live as one the most boring dudes in the world. Probably, they will never hang up with me.  Sure, pretending to be Matt is amazing. But there is no denying that I have not lost sight of the final prize. You know. I really want to build a life with Anne. My heart desire is to become her husband. Still, it’s not clear what is the best path to follow. My first option was transforming Ashton into a wearable skin and taking his place as Anne’s current fiancé. But I dreaded the idea of becoming a struggling artist. No, my ideal scenario was to approach Anne as Matt, marry her while wearing the skin that I come to love so much. Either way, it was obvious that Ashton needed to go. The only thing that now I needed to find was an opportunity to take him out.

However, that was easier said than done. I thought that I could replicate what I did to convert Matt. You know… use Shawn’s skin to befriend slowly the man and, when I finally get his trust, use the ring on him. But sadly, that didn’t work. I joined the gym that Ashton used to frequent. But most of the time the place was packed with people, so there was no chance to transform that dude on the locker room. Also, he didn’t like to talk at the gym. For some reason, he seemed to dislike me. For fucks sake, He even didn’t accept my help as a spotter. Really, I don’t know why he distrusted me so much. Sure, His instincts were right, but… that only make me despise him more. Now I am certain that transforming Ashton was going to be a challenge. Well, when I add his skin to my collection, I am certain that it would be totally worth it. I really cannot wait to wear his face and ruin his relationship with Anne.

Still, I needed to find the perfect chance. So, the only thing that I could do now was to be patient. Really, I didn’t plan what happened next. I was at work when Mr. Devon called me at his office. I was ready to be criticized. But I was perplexed when I saw him with a weird smile on his stupid face.

“Please David, take a sit” - he said as I nervously sat down – “Do you know what the secret for the success of this company is?”

“We have great products”

“Yes… but you know why we have great products?”

“Sir, what do you want me to say”

“David, it is the people that makes great products. Engineers, testers, managers. All collaborate in order to make a dream come true. People is what transforms an average company into something great”

“Ok”

“Full committed people. And let me tell you, that I have noticed that you are not fully committed. Not any longer”

“But sir. I have delivered everything”

“Yeah, you delivered the bare minimum. Look at your coworkers. They stayed in the office till midnight. You leave at 5.”

“My working hours are…”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses. You were always a mid-worker. But after you took those stupid vacations, your performance has been less than desirable.”

“I can improve”

“Shit! You… improve. Don’t make me laugh. A cockroach cannot change its nature”

“So. What do you want?”

“That you grab a box and take your shit out of my office”

“Are you firing me?”

“Shit, are you dumb? Of course I am firing you!”

“I understand sir. I think it is the right call” - I said very calmly as I slowly stood up – “It has been a pleasure to work with you”.

Mr. Devon was confused by my reaction. He shook my hand and that is the moment that I used the ring and scratched one of his fingers. “What the hell, you fucking…” He tried to yell. But it was already too late for him. I stood in silence as my idiotic boss slowly fell into the ground. I stood in silence as he became the third skin that I was going to add into my collection.

However, quickly I realized that I was still in the office. That my coworkers were at the other side of the door. Gladly, the windows were closed. I was so nervous. I thought that I had screwed this up in a very big way. What do I do? I was not certain. People knew that two people entered the office. Clearly, it was going to be extremely weird if only one person went out. I didn’t have any other option. I immediately started to undress my boss and prepared to put on his skin. When finally, I sealed myself inside him. I slowly walked out of the office. Sure, people were confused. People wanted to ask questions. They wanted to know where the hell was David. But as I walked by those desks, I could feel the fear in their eyes. My new body commanded a level of respect that I didn’t know was possible. A level of respect that, I must admit, I could get used to.

It took me a time to find my new Car. It took me some time to figure it out where my boss lived. I could only smile as I realized that he lived in a very big house. Yeah, I may be inhabiting the flesh of a despicable man. But, hey, he was filthy rich and that is something that I could take advantage of. I could only imagine all the things that I could buy. Nice suits, nice clothes. Shit. With Mr. Devon’s money, I can transform Matt into the most desirable bachelor. I slowly park the car and open the door of my new home. I slowly entered and then I heard his voice.

“Hey dad. You are early” a young man yelled as he walk down some spiral stairs. “Hey” – I answered, not knowing what to do. I didn’t know that my boss had a family. This was very bad news. One thing was taking down nobodies. Other thing was trying to impersonate a person with family and loved ones. I was so nervous as I looked at the ring in my finger. Maybe I could transform that young man and add him to my collection. No… I do not know anything about him. That probably will be too risky to do it. No, maybe I can pretend to be Mr. Devon for a few days. See how it works. Shit! I do not know what the best action path is. But something is clear for me. This does not seem that is going to end well.

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Julian showing you how to pump that chest today

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Just An Adjustment

I noticed my stolen face was a little off. I had to stop for a quick adjustment before I go out in public like this. After a quick peel and re-application I was ready to go out on the town. I think I look great behind his handsome face.