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Masquerade Madness
A little fun organised by @bodyswapmischief, and one of the only celebrity tf's I'll probably ever write! Enjoy the masquerade!
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The idea of a masked ball was, at least in theory, the type of event Henry should enjoy. He was a famous actor, used to being in the public eye and in front of a camera. Only, he was dreading it. His agent had signed him up to attend, and as much as he could put on the charismatic face for the press, half the time he would rather be at home than at another event. Reading, video games and even stuff like Warhammer, the star had always been a not so secret nerd. He always had eyes on him though no matter where he was or who he was with. As much as he loved his craft, it was times like this he felt like a break for a night.
That's where Kade came in. He often acted as security for Henry, so they knew each other well. For the last several years at various events and on the occasional filming set he'd been Henry's personal bodyguard; the two had become fast friends. Kade was the stereotype of the rough bodyguard too; bearded and tattooed with closely shaved hair, one look told you almost everything you needed to know.
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“What I wouldn't do for a night off you know?” Henry said once he emerged from the bathroom after a shower. “Feels like I never get any time to myself anymore.”
Kade, who would be driving Henry to the event and accompanying him inside, nodded in agreement. “I know man, I get you. It's a hard job being loved and thirsted over by so many people.” There was a hint of teasing in Kade’s tone, one only he could get away with. 
Henry rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the slight smirk on his lips. “Yeah yeah, I know. I'm thankful for everything I have, don't get me wrong. I just… I don't know.”
“Well, what if I said Henry Cavill can still show up at this event and you can take a bit of a break for the night?” Kade had a hint of mischief in his eyes when Henry turned to face him. “You don't get it, I know dude. New tech in the industry.”
“Out with it Kade, what on earth are you going on about?” Henry folded his arms and frowned, more confused than anything else. 
Kade pulled a small circular device out of one of his pockets and held it up. It was no bigger than his palm and had what looked like a scanner of some sort on either side. Other than that though it was sleek high-tech, giving away no extra information on what its purpose was. 
“Military tech they ended up not using and selling off. Was meant for covert undercover operations so I'm told. The two of us use this to switch bodies, then I go to the party as you and you can just chill at my side. How's that sound?”
Henry… didn't know what to make of that. It was absurd, it had to be. It was like the plot of one of the movies he'd find himself in, not real life. Yet, there was something in Kade’s eyes that said he wasn’t bullshitting. Henry knew Kade well enough to know when he was joking around, and this wasn’t even close to one of those times. 
“I know it’s a lot to take in man, but think about it.” Kade said as the other man spent a moment processing the information. “You don't have to ‘turn on’ that public persona people expect and can just vibe as me. You know security at these things is airtight even without some of the personal guards like me there, you'll have it easy.”
Henry was silent another moment before responding. “You know what? Alright, let's try it.” He gave Kade a small smile before holding a hand out. “How does this work then? Do we just-”
Kade stepped closer and smacked the device he was holding down into Henry's outstretched palm before the celebrity could finish his sentence. A jolt passed through both as their hands came into contact with the plastic surface, now fully activated with two participants. In less time than it took either to blink, Henry and Kade found the world around them suddenly shifted. Where Henry had been standing in a bathrobe and mentally preparing himself for another evening at another public event, now he found himself looking back at that very same face. The one he was used to seeing in the mirror now stood opposite him with an uncharacteristic smirk. 
“Having fun there Kade?” Henry said when he saw his own smirking face. The voice that came from his mouth being a different one was definitely odd, but seeing himself was moreso.
Kade in Henry’s body laughed. “I was going to say the same to you Kade, since I’m fairly sure I’m the world famous Mr Henry Cavill right now.” Kade turned back to the bathroom and went to the mirror, running his hands over his new face. He knew this one well of course from films and working with Henry, but he never believed he’d actually get a chance to see it looking back at him. “Man, every time I’ve done this and it’s still fucking wild.” He said to himself.
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Henry had followed his own body to the bathroom and watched as his bodyguard inspected Henry’s own handsome features. The strong, stubbled jaw, piercing eyes and just the faintest hint of chest hair that poked out of the robe he’d been wearing after the shower. Like anyone, Henry could really understand why Kade was so fascinated with being one of the hottest actors on the planet.
“Oh, you probably haven’t noticed yet dude, have you?” Kade stepped back from the mirror and turned to face himself. “Something different you haven’t spotted, should have mentioned it before really but I didn’t want you to freak out about it.”
Henry frowned. He didn’t know what Kade was going on about, and he was on the verge of saying as much when Kade did something he didn’t expect. He pulled off the bathrobe and dropped it to the floor, letting Henry get a good look at his ripped, naked body in all its glory. His mouth went dry. Objectively he knew he was attractive, he always had since being in such a public position, but now he could really feel it. Kade’s familiar smirk was plastered now over Henry’s features as the man flexed and gave his chest a squeeze, all with a look in his eyes that said he knew exactly what he was doing. 
“See, one thing they discovered is sexuality and attraction is mostly tied to your body.” Kade started to explain as he kept teasing and running his hands down over Henry’s hairy chest and stomach. “So right now you’re as gay as I usually am. Once you’ve been doing this long enough you learn to be able to ignore the physical sexuality, but for a newbie like you…” Kade’s eyes flicked down to the obviously hard bulge between Henry’s legs. “Sorry to say you’ll have to be alright relaxing as a gay dude today.”
“Y-Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be fine…” Henry mumbled whilst he couldn’t take his eyes off himself. “Guess I can see what everyone means for myself now. Are you always this attracted to me?”
Kade nodded. “Yeah, I mean who isn’t? But just like you don’t go getting hard over every attractive girl you see, it’s just the same.” He shrugged. “You learn to control yourself. Working with you is just business, not like I’m going to go over any boundaries that would be inappropriate.”
The mention of inappropriate boundaries sent other thoughts running through Henry’s mind. Thoughts of things he could do with men he’d never been interested in before, thoughts of things he could do with his own body. His cheeks flushed a brilliant pink for a moment before he shook his head; he had to get himself back under control. He was usually calm and collected, even if he was in Kade’s body and gay that didn’t give him an excuse to be ogling another man. Even if was technically his body he was getting an eyeful off and Kade was freely showing it off, it still didn’t feel appropriate. 
“You should umm, get dressed Henry. You’ve got a party to get to, right?” Henry said in an attempt to deflect from the new stuff he was feeling. They’d made this swap for a reason, so he could have a night off and still make an appearance, so the sooner they got on with that the better. “Suit is in the bedroom.”
Kade let out a short laugh and a nod. “You’re right of course Kade. I’ll get myself dressed and ready to go, then you can drive me to the event okay?” Kade in Henry’s body turned and walked off in the direction he knew the actor’s bedroom was, all the while giving Henry a good long look at his muscular ass cheeks and how they flexed as he moved away.
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It wasn’t long until the pair were ready and on their way to the party.
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Kade had got all dressed up in Henry’s suit for the evening, including a custom made black mask by some designer he couldn’t remember the name of. He pulled the whole thing off well. Henry knew he would, after all he’d tried the whole outfit on days ago to make sure it all fit properly, but he hadn’t expected to be the one on this side of things. To be the one sat in the driver's seat of the car when he’d taken them both to the event.
Or to be the one trying not to look at how fucking hot hs own body looked in the suit his agent had picked out with the designers. Being gay because of the swap left him feeling all sorts of things, but chief among them was an undeniable attraction to himself. It was fucked up he knew that, but the drive over followed by silently following behind up the red carpet only hammered that nail down into the metaphorical coffin. Henry thought he was hot as fuck, just like many other gay fans had made clear, now he was almost one of them.
Kade didn’t make it any easier either. He showed just how good at his job he was as he smiled to the cameras, spoke to the occasional reporter and all round pulled off an incredibly convincing Henry Cavill. There were small things that only Henry could notice being off, but to anyone else they’d have no reason to believe he wasn’t himself as the pair made their way inside. And Henry really was getting a taste of the flip side of all this; he couldn’t remember the last time he’d walked down a red carpet and been as completely and utterly ignored as he was in Kade’s body. It was like he wasn’t even there. People moved around him like nothing, cameras flashed over his shoulders to capture anyone and everyone that wasn’t him; he was invisible. 
The whole evening was more of the same for Henry. Or, for Kade as he made sure to introduce himself to a handful of the other security guards dotted around for other celebrities. It was strange at first, but the more he stood around chatting the more he felt like it was refreshing not to be recognised or idolised. He didn't have to “switch on” into his public facing actor mode like he'd been talking to Kade about earlier in the day, he could be his comfortable, relaxed self. All the while he watched from a distance as the real Kade in Henry's body danced and chatted and ate. All the things he should be doing but often found to be the exhausting part of being an actor. 
“So, how are you finding things Kade? No issues with security?” The real Kade said later on in the evening when they got a spare moment together. Just a high profile celeb checking in with his security, that was all it looked like. 
Henry nodded. “Yes Mr Cavill, all good on my end. I hope you’re having a pleasant evening?” It wasn’t hard to play the role of security guard for Henry, he was an actor after all. 
“Yes yes, of course. All good fun events like these are, as you well know. And this suit is nice, makes me look good doesn’t it?” Something about the way Kade spoke with Henry’s voice was different to before. Lower, more heated. Maybe it was just to be heard over the crowd of people, but it didn’t feel like that quite. It felt like… more. “I’ve seen your eyes on me this evening Kade, and I want you to know I understand. Being so close can’t be easy on a night like tonight for you, if you catch my drift. One night, get it out of your system, if you think that would help?”
Henry couldn’t believe his ears. Kade, his long-term, always professional bodyguard, was suggesting something so… so sordid. This was a side of Kade he didn’t show for the sake of keeping to the job, but now something was crackling between them. Henry could feel it, a palpable tension in the air that he realised had probably been there since they first swapped earlier. 
“You, You’re still gay, aren’t you.” Henry stated, since he already knew the answer. “You’ve done this enough that even in my body you’re still attracted to men… like I am right now as you.”
“That’s right Kade. As of this moment Henry Cavill is currently as gay as it gets, whether we’re talking about his body or his mind.” Kade said in that same low voice that Henry could now hear was dripping with arousal. Not one he ever imagined he’d be on this side of, or getting this turned on by either. “I get this is crossing a boundary between us, but I also get the sense that’s a boundary you’d rather like to cross right now, isn’t it?”
All Henry could do was silently nod his agreement. Since the swap earlier that evening he hadn’t been able to get it out of his mind. If he was a stronger person maybe he could have held back and kept things professional, but then wasn’t the whole reason he had agreed to this swap in the first place because he was tired of always having to put on the professional face? Always serving the public and never himself; maybe it was time that changed. 
“Let’s get out of here Henry, I think for your safety you should let me take you home, there’s been a few suspicious characters at this party looking at you a little too closely for my liking.” Henry slipped himself back into the bodyguard role and smirked at Kade as he spoke; if this was his once chance to really experience this before it was over he wasn’t going to waste it. 
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An hour later, Henry was on his back getting his ass absolutely destroyed by his own cock. 
“Yes, fuck me Henry!! Nnnghhh… oh fucking hell bro I never thought a celebrity could fuck so good!” Henry held onto Kade’s shoulders and let his moans freely fill the room, though right now it was hotter to imagine himself as Kade. To imagine for a moment that he wasn’t Henry Cavill having swapped bodies, he was this bodyguard finally getting fucked by the star he’d been protecting. 
Kade, or Henry as he too found it hot to think of himself as, was much in the same boat. “Yeah Kade? Can’t believe I haven’t been fucking men until now, I’ve been missing out!” The current Henry shouted as he fucked down into the hole around his cock. He’d swapped with many celebrities in the past, but never had it landed him in an outcome as hot as this one. He was Henry fucking Cavill! The one and only, and with the former Henry getting so into addressing Kade by the name that matched his body it was easy to get lost in that fantasy. 
The two kept going in that same rhythm long into the evening. Henry had fully embraced being Kade the bad boy bodyguard, so much so that when the former Kade above him moaned that name in his ear it didn’t feel at all wrong. It felt right. Liberating even. He wasn’t anyone in the public eye, he was someone completely invisible to them. And had one of the hottest celebrities on the planet cumming in his ass all night like an absolute beast. The new Henry had skills he never thought possible, the new Henry above him could do all the public stuff and fuck like the king Hollywood saw him as. It was giving him ideas already for their future…
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2 years later…
Henry and Kade hadn’t looked back since that first swap. 
The evening they spent together riding and sucking and fucking was one of the hottest either man had experienced. Enough so that the real Henry asked if Kade could make his body gay when they swapped back. He could, it turned out, leave his lingering sexuality in Henry’s body and corrupt it to be gay instead of straight. 
Not that Henry spent a whole lot of time in his own body as it was anymore. 
For filming and such he still stayed as himself, but that was about it. He still loved to act more than anything and didn’t want to give that up. But besides when he was on a job, Henry spent all his time as Kade instead. The name Henry had even started to feel slightly odd to him now he spent almost all his time as Kade the tattooed stud. It was far more relaxing than being his old self, and the pair made enough money to support them both just using Henry. The old Henry would do the acting, then the new permanent Henry would take over and spend the rest of the time doing all the publicity and stuff. Kade, as the former star now thought of himself, was more than happy to let his boyfriend take the spotlight when he was overall better at it than Kade had ever been. 
The new and improved Henry had even gone to the lengths of coming out of the closet and introducing the world to his boyfriend Kade. If only they all knew the reality of the situation, but that was only for them. Henry Cavill, lost lusted after by gay men the world over, was now officially part of the gay community too, and it had sent fans into a frenzy. 
Kade had got used to thinking of himself as a gay man now though. It was why he’d asked his boyfriend to make sure his old body was still gay when he used it for filming. Going back to being his old straight Henry Cavill self when he was filming had weirded him out for all of 48 hours before letting it get fixed up so he was gay regardless of which body he was in. 
He loved his new easier life away from all the rapid publicity, and loved his soon to be husband even more for giving him this life accidentally. One last public affair to give the new Henry Cavill the proposal he deserved, then he would really be done with the exhausting side of his old life.
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tf-lover · 1 day
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Such a fun transformation idea, and well written too!
I've always thought that tanning pods were the most realistic thing we had to Transformation Pods in real life. These tubes you slide into and allow to change your very skin colour. Plenty of strange warning labels on them these days too if you don't choose to completely ignore them.
Adam's step was light as he entered the UV salon, a place where the promise of a sun-kissed glow turned the drab into dreamlike. The receptionist, standing tall with an inviting smile, offered a welcome that seemed to lighten the room further.
"Looking for a bit of sun?" the receptionist, whose skin was a deep, natural canvas of night, inquired with a warmth that felt like summer breeze.
"Yeah, just trying to hold onto the holiday vibe a little longer," Adam replied, the corners of his mouth lifted in a hopeful smile.
The process was straightforward. Change, step into the machine, and let the light work its magic. As Adam followed the receptionist's lead to the tanning pod, a flutter of excitement danced in his stomach. The soft hum of the machine was a lullaby to the adventures he anticipated beyond its glassy cocoon.
"Everything you need is inside. Just let the light guide you," the receptionist said, his voice a melody of reassurance.The door closed with a gentle click, sealing Adam in a world of warm light.
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As the UV rays caressed his skin, he felt an unusual warmth beginning to envelop him, starting from his torso and spiraling outwards, like the sun awakening the day.
But this was no ordinary warmth. It was a profound, transformative heat that seemed to rewrite the very fabric of his being. His skin, once a canvas of untouched snow, now thrummed with a rich, deep vibrancy, turning shades darker in a symphony of color he had never experienced. The sensation was bewildering, a mix of alarm and wonder battling for supremacy within his racing heart.
His hands flew to his torso, feeling the unfamiliar smoothness that had overtaken him. The transformation didn't stop there; it was a wave, rolling over his entire body, leaving nothing untouched. His hair, once straight and unyielding, now curled with life, a textured sea of stories untold.
As the UV session waned and the gentle hum of the machine faded into silence, Adam's anticipation was palpable. He had expected to emerge with a slightly darker tan, a subtle testament to his holiday in the sun. However, the reality awaiting him was beyond anything he could have envisioned.
With the session concluded, Adam cautiously opened his eyes, a sense of unease mingling with the residual warmth that bathed his skin. The first thing he noticed was the change in his hands as he lifted them in front of his face. The skin that greeted him was not the familiar pale hue he had known all his life, but a deep, rich tone that gleamed with health and vitality. A gasp escaped his lips, a sound of shock and disbelief that echoed softly in the confines of the pod.
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Compelled by a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, Adam stepped out of the pod and made his way to the mirror, his heart pounding with every step. The reflection that met his gaze was a stranger's: the man in the mirror bore little resemblance to the Adam who had entered the salon. His skin was now a beautiful ebony, smooth and flawless, a stark contrast to his previous complexion.
Adam's hands trembled as they explored his new appearance, tracing the contours of his face that had subtly, yet profoundly, transformed. His jawline appeared more defined, cheekbones slightly more prominent, and his nose bore the distinct, proud shape often celebrated in black heritage. Even his lips were fuller, curving into a bewildered smile that felt unfamiliar on his face.
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The most startling change, however, was to his hair. Gone were the straight, manageable strands he was used to. In their place were coils and curls, a thick mane of hair that felt both foreign and fascinating under his fingertips. Adam ran his hands through his hair, feeling each curl spring back with a life of its own.
For a moment, panic threatened to engulf him. This transformation was more profound than anything he could have imagined, a change so complete that it challenged his very identity. How would he explain this? What would people say? The questions spun in his mind, a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty.
But as he continued to gaze at his reflection, a sense of calm began to wash over him. The man in the mirror was still him, just a different version of himself. There was a beauty in this transformation, a strength in the features that now defined his face. Adam realized that this experience, though unexpected, was a gift—a chance to see the world through new eyes, to walk in another's skin and perhaps understand a fraction more of the vast tapestry of human experience.
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With a deep breath, Adam squared his shoulders, meeting the gaze of the man in the mirror. There was a journey ahead, no doubt filled with challenges and new discoveries. But in that moment, he felt a connection to something larger than himself, a shared humanity that transcended the boundaries of skin color.
As he stepped out to meet the receptionist, his initial panic was replaced by a quiet resolve. Adam was ready to face the world, not as the man he had been, but as the man he had become.
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tf-lover · 10 days
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I know I’ve already wished you a happy birthday but I can’t help the opportunity to do it here as well. Just wanted to make sure that you know I love you and that I feel proud to call you my boyfriend. You’re one of the kindest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and I’m sure anyone who’s spoken to you knows that just as well. I feel so lucky to know you and have you in my life and I’m grateful that we were somehow able to meet through the unlikeliness of Tumblr messages of all places hahah! You deserve the world and I hope I’m able to give it to you ❤️
That said I’m glad you’re enjoying my present so far. It wasn’t easy to get my hands on that nanotech body suit. Expensive thing but well worth the money with how easily customisable it is at any time. I know you’re probably gonna be spending the majority of your time as a massive black stud but I can’t wait to see what other bodies you try out with all the customisation as well!
Of course I had to save the best of all of these birthday asks for last. ❤️
I couldn't ask for a sweeter man to call mine. That day I was bored at work and reading stories then messaged you from my main accidentally was one of the best and most unlikely outcomes ever. I wouldn't change a second of anything that led you to being the most wonderful boyfriend I could have asked for. I love you Mr Wavell, I can't wait for the rest of our days together.
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That being said, I'm sure you all saw this picture I posted with the original post getting you to send asks in. That, if you can believe it was how I woke up! Already in the suit and programmed to look like my favourite stud, my boyfriend definitely knows me well. It was wild to say the very least waking up and feeling genuinely different; I thought I was seeing things at first until I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
Of course then when he walked in and called me by this body's name I knew who was responsible. After all the roleplays we've done this was really taking it to a new level with him acting like he was totally unaware of me being anyone other than Ched.
Still, I've had plenty of other fun with the suit too!
Taken a ride through a load of my other favourite men's bodies and fucked or been fucked in all of them. Flipped my gender and spent an afternoon teasing him about being a straight guy whilst riding his cock and making him grope my tits. Became a copy of him too for a little bit just to play out the twin fantasy.
I've had all sorts of kinky fun to say the least, but at the end of the day we both know who I'm always coming back to.
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Like you suggested I started playing around with the customisation settings this morning. How do we think dreads suit me? There's a few other surprises too, but you'll have to find those out for yourself. All the hint I'll give you is try sucking my nipples next time we're alone together and see what happens. 😜
Thank you again though for the new suit, and for everything else you do to make my life better with you in it. ❤️
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tf-lover · 10 days
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Hey, happy birthday!
Samantha here, I hope that you’re having an amazing day celebrating your birthday, I wish mine was good, but I think that my boyfriend has been cheating on my, that’s why he’s been spending so much time at the gym. Ugh, I though I hit the jackpot dating a sweet gymrat, but he’s just another douchebag. Sometimes I wonder what makes them being so dumb.
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Hey Samantha!
Thank you for the birthday wishes for yesterday. Sorry to hear you've been having boyfriend troubles. It sucks, but from what I know I think he is cheating. Always out late and seems to be hiding things right? All classic signs.
I think I can help fix this relationship though. You see, I've done a little investigating on your boyfriend and it looks to me like there's a very clear reason he's not invested in your relationship. Chad's gay. Yeah, it doesn't seem like it does it? But trust me, I've followed him and watched and I'm 100% certain he's into men. Why do you think he spends so much time at the gym with other dudes? I've seen him making out with other guys there plenty of times I'm sorry to say. He was never going to be into you in the way you want him to be, I honestly think you're probably just a cover so he can keep pretending he's straight.
You want proof? Alright.
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Here's a picture I took when he let me grope his fat tits, right before I pinned him to a wall and made out with him. The guy might come off as some douchebag, gym obsessed homophobe, but that guy wants dick like nothing else.
So, if we're going to save your relationship we've got to make you something he wants. He doesn't want a girl that's barely 5 feet tall and is always too busy with work to join him in the gym. Trust me, he wants someone like him that can go as hard as he can in the gym to push him, that's less soft and cute and far closer to his body type than yours. You've been wondering what makes him so dumb and horny, and I'm my eyes that's basically the permission I need to start changing you. "If you can't beat them, join them" is how the saying goes right? And I think you'll find once you've joined them you won't want to beat them anymore. Well, won't want to beat anything besides the new huge cock between your legs anyway.
Like any other gym obsessed guy your boyfriend loves wearing baseball caps, so we'll start there. One of these days, it doesn't matter which, you'll see one he left laying around in your way. Ever the slob that expects you to tidy up after him, he didn't really care where he left his belongings. You'd be a good girlfriend and tidy up like you always did he knew that, and this was no different. You'd grab it with the intent of putting it with his other stack upstairs, not realising the second you touched it your fate was sealed.
You see, he wasn't the one that left that hat laying around. I was. You don't pay attention to all his clothes well enough to realise he doesn't even own a black cap with red trim like that.
But you do.
The familiarity that built over the next few seconds masked you to anything untoward going on, just as designed. All of a sudden you weren't walking upstairs annoyed at your boyfriend once again for being messy, you couldn't even remember why you'd walked into the room in the first place. And why had you been carrying your cap around? Shouldn't you just put it on?
I fit way too loose, even with your long hair to pad things out, it was still too big. It was yours though as far as you remembered, how had you forgotten? Troy, your boyfriend, had given it to you as a gift. Even though it wasn't really your style as a more girly girl, you still wore it because Troy wasn't often thoughtful enough to buy you a gift.
It wasn't until you'd left the house for the day to go to work that you noticed anything wrong. The route you'd driven was totally in the opposite direction to where you should have been going; why were you at the gym? You'd somehow zoned out on the way and taken a wrong turn that had to be it, even if it made no sense for a wrong turn to take you to the place Troy liked to hang out all the time.
Maybe you could go inside and see what all the fuss was about though, right? What would the harm be in a quick peak. You'd become decently athletic after all after dating Troy and joining him for workouts to get closer, so it wasn't like the place was unfamiliar. And with your current getup of a backwards cap tight sports bra and leggings it wasn't like you wouldn't fit in with the jocks there.
All this was of course ignoring the cap that now fit you perfectly as you turned the car off and walked across to the entrance. Ignoring the "sports bra" you were wearing that was actually more like a men's tank top a size too small. Or the swagger in your step from the bulge between your legs almost getting stuck between massive thighs.
You weren't thinking about any of that stuff. To be honest, by this point you weren't thinking about much at all. Working out with your boyfriend was the only thing really on your mind as you dropped your gym bag off in one of the lockers and headed onto the main floor. With how tall you were it wouldn't be hard to spot him over the crowd; head in the direction of dudes having a laugh and you'd soon be back with the group of other guys you two loved to hang out with.
The chorus of "show us your tits!" from them just made you chuckle as you approached and pull the tank off. Gym shorts and a backwards cap was all that remained of your clothes on an otherwise shirtless body as the guys whooped and hollered with laughter. By this point you wouldn't even be able to remember the animosity that call used to make you feel whenever Troy brought his bros around. After all, why would a guy as handsome and huge as you care about your best buddies wanting you to show off your hard work?
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Confused?
Yeah it's all probably coming back briefly now it's all over. Hard to believe I know Sama- sorry, I mean Saint. You used to be Troy's uptight 'girlfriend' who couldn't let your boyfriend relax and be himself. I know, I know, it sounds ridiculous but you can see all those memories and the old feelings now you're fully changed right? It's the truth, but that's not a life you want.
Saint, the muscled gym hunk that loves to workout and make out with the love of his life Troy, that's who you'd rather be. Think about it, you could go back to Samantha and be unhappy with a dude that doesn't care enough about you to bother breaking up. Or, you could stay as Saint. Give up that old life and be a masculine bro just like Troy is, and get to actually know the real him now you've got the equipment he's interested in.
Hmmm? Wanna stay as Saint? Yeah, I thought so. You're right, Samantha was a boring headache and a whiny bitch. Just what Troy used to say about her behind her back, now you agree yeah?
Anyway, I'm glad I could help you out Saint. Wouldn't have wanted to leave you stuck as that girl, but you're probably already forgetting her! Gay gymrat like you probably doesn't ever concern himself with the opposite gender.
Have fun bro, and let me know how much better you and Troy end up!
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tf-lover · 10 days
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Happy Birthday! Thanks for bringing us these amazing stories. I love your your Female to Males! I know it might be to late but I'd love to be changed. I'm an awkward American woman, but I would love to be a suave, handsome British man.
Suave, handsome British man? Now that I can definitely arrange! I'm from the UK myself, so it won't be too difficult to get you transformed and over to the other side of the pond.
The kind of man that looks good in a suit seems to be the type you're aiming for. Rich dude living in the middle of London, looking so naturally hot without even trying half the time. You won't be like half the dudes around that just think with their cocks. Charming, charismatic, friendly, all of those will describe the new man I turn you into as you make the flight over here.
Sorry for the discomfort of the transformation as you fly though, not much I can do about that. You'll have to get used to the bulging cock that appears between your legs and all the body hair too, the itching will go away once it's all grown in I promise. By the sounds of it though you've been wanting this a while, so the extra height and toned but not bulky muscle are probably welcome additions! I'll leave your hair on the longer end so you can cut it or leave it as you choose, but I'd be remiss if I didn't make it at least a little more full and healthy whilst I was here.
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Other than that I'll see you at the airport! Have a think on a new name you'd like to go by now you're a handsome British man, I'll use a little magic to slot the rest of your new life into place around you once you give me that.
Hope you have fun in your new life dude!
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Happy Birthday! No questions here but I did prepare some cupcakes for you, no need to ask where I got them but they come in a variety of flavors, like matcha, pandan, red bean, yuzu, mango, and taro. I'm sure you'll know where I got these after trying one.
I think I may have figured it out...
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Those cupcakes were super good though, I couldn't help but eat all of them! I just kept wanting more and more as I ate, something in them was addictive. What did you put in those hmm?
It took me a while to actually notice what was happening. I was maybe half way through the box of them before I realised my shirt was getting way too tight and my skin looked off. I checked things out in the mirror and sure enough realised I looked half Asian instead of fully white like usual. Still me, but a version that had one Asian parent instead of both white.
I should have stopped I know I should but... God those things were just too delicious. So maybe I stood and ate the rest of them whilst watching myself in the mirror. Watching as any trace of my old ethnicity slipped away and an Asian stud started looking back at me. Way too muscular for any of the clothes I have at home besides a large tank top I once bought in a bigger size just for fun, and without even so much as a trace of being white left. I looked like myself still that was the weirdest thing about it, just a version that was born somewhere totally different.
Now I'm not well versed enough to be able to tell exactly what country I'm from just by looking, but there is one last cupcake left in the box. Maybe eating that would help push me over the edge...?
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Hey happy birthday! Can you tell me a more niche transformation you wish you could see more written about?
I won't go for the predictable answer here which you can all probably guess, because I think there's a few more niche things than that. Less a particular transformation and more a method of it, it would be great to see a little more detachment style stuff written.
For those that don't know what I'm talking about, go check out my story 12th Hour for more on it. Concept I stumbled onto on cyoc.net first I think and that I've seen scattered around here and there (for example I remember a super hot story or two from @verus-veritas on it that I can't remember the names of from his interactives). The idea is detaching specific parts and switching them around, more often than not heads being the focus.
Something about the whole thing is just a super fascinating way to change people. The idea of staying "you" because you're keeping your head/face but getting put onto a different body is something I'd love to see more writers give a go. I had fun with it in 12th Hour and I'm sure others would too!
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Happy birthday! Hear me out, you and I in your favourite place, transforming dramatically while around people, mad horny because doing it in public turns you on... thoughts?
Transforming in public you say? Now that I'm up for.
My favourite place at the moment is probably this café I go to with friends every week, so you're welcome to join me there. We'd be growing and changing on the way, walking through town as we both get bigger. People would be staring if they noticed what was going on, and when we both get bigger enough to have to take our shirts off they'd definitely be paying attention.
Height shooting up a few inches, muscle thickening everywhere all as people watch and whisper about what's happening. Two average dudes blossoming into studs right before their very eyes. One of us might even switch race because you know I can't resist that, but it'll feel natural.
By the time we're done and walking into the café for a quick bite we'll be two huge studs. Walking around showing off, whilst everyone around us that saw is too shocked to say anything about it.
Sound good to you?
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Hey! Love your work, you've been a big inspiration to me. As for a transformation... someone big, and not white. I'd love to see what you cook up!
Hey! I really appreciate the love, I'm glad I can serve as inspiration!
Onto the main event though right? Big and not white, I think I've got the perfect guy! Featured in a recent story of mine, how would you like to be the real deal?
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Lucky for you he was in the middle of trying on new clothes when I swapped you into him!
You'll have all the time to yourself in this private room to explore your new self and all the muscle that comes with it. The thick arms and huge pecs, those enormous thighs not yet hidden by clothing. You've got plenty back there to try on and see how it fits, see how your body looks in all those shirts and tight fabric.
If you can't find anything you want he's already picked out though there will be plenty back at home! This dude definitely has a huge wardrobe of gym clothes you can try on to show off your assets! Definitely blessed in the muscle department that's for sure.
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I hope you're not looking at going back anytime soon though. You can't speak much English if any now, it's Chinese only for you. So if you are asking me to change back right now, sorry man! I can't be sure you aren't thanking me for making you like this so I don't want to risk it!
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Happy birthday man! Hope you have a great day!
I'm off to Mexico with work next week, but hoping to see some of the country while I'm there. Any chance you can help me blend in?
Hey! Yeah I can absolutely help!
Obviously you need to fit in, but I think making you mexican would be a little too on the nose. Something close that would make you feel more comfortable in the new country whilst not losing the novelty of being abroad.
So how about we make you an authentic Spanish stud?
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Nice and beefy so you can enjoy showing off on the beach there of course. Assuming you get time that is, but I'm sure you'll make time looking like this!
Fluent in the language too. Whilst you're in this body you'll get Spanish as your first language instead of English. It'll be natural talking to all the people over in Mexico, won't phase you one bit. Obviously thinking and talking instinctually in Spanish will be a bit of an adjustment but I'm sure you'll cope!
You'll be all set for your trip to Mexico as an authentic Spanish hunk, so I hope you enjoy your time! Of course... If you want to arrange a longer stay beyond the vacation I'm sure I can forget to change you back...
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What is it that you like about tf? Like what are your favorite things to write, the concepts that you find the hottest?
Any dramatic changes I always enjoy. A stark contrast from start to finish is always hot to me. Especially if it's something the person has chosen to do. Somewhere down the line having a moment where the original person gets a chance to go back to how they were and chooses not to, that's the kind of thing I love most.
If we're talking specific kinks I enjoy, it's no secret I love a good race tf. There's the usuals like muscle growth and stuff that a lot of here love, but that one I guess comes back to the idea of dramatic changes and being so far removed from who the person once was.
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Maybe you and @musclejedi7 could do with some white twunk to show who's in charge. I wouldn't mind volunteering for that...
These two studs need a white twink to put in his place hmm? Now I don't know about @musclejedi7 but I like the sound of that!
Least we deserve I'd say, a cocky white dude who thinks he's the shit to show who should be on top physically and sexually. Proving we're better in the gym than you, better and more hung in bed than you as we stuff your ass and mouth full of cock.
Someone that likes to think they're on top amongst all your other white friends. The funniest dude, the hottest because you're the one that tries to workout.
All until two foreign studs take you and make you our personal little beta bitch. Show you why dark cock is better than whatever white little thing hangs between your legs and that your place in on your knees or back taking a real man's cock.
That what you have in mind?
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Happy birthday! For your birthday I was wondering if you’d like to turn yourself into a big muscular black guy and me into a big muscular Arab guy and we can hit the gym or go out together for your birthday. Just us 😘
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Of course I can dude!
We'd be quite the pair of bros in the gym once we slip into some new bodies and hit it up. Pumping heavy with huge muscles, definitely making everyone stare at us! They wouldn't be able to get enough of watching us push these huge bodies to their limits that's for sure.
Maybe we can humiliate a few arrogant white dudes whilst we're at it? Find the known assholes of the place and show them what's what. After we easily out lift them they won't have a choice but to admit we're better! Maybe one or two will be begging to stop being white by the end of it too, who knows?
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Asks are still open if there's anything you want to send in!
Anything you wanna know about me or my writing process, or maybe you'd like to tell me how you'd like to transform me for the day? Got any short prompts you'd like me to write? Hit me up!
Birthday Asks
Done this a few times in the past but it's my birthday and I've got to go to work, so asks are open! I'll be answering any thoughts or questions you have, any short little ideas you want to send I may write, anything really! Send some stuff in!
- TF Lover
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Happy Birthday! I remember chatting with you a lot about how we're both March buds, though work must have been quite much. Hoping you're doing well, as much as you can and I'll give you a little touch up in your past. Being born from a genetically muscular black man, getting that urge to muscle up in the gym. See ya!
I've been good yeah man, and thank you!
And the touch up in my past is going to make today so much better. One minute I'm at home getting ready for work today, the next I'm lifting in the gym! This new version of me you've created likes to get a workout in before starting the day at work, I can feel it. The instinct to get a good pump, shower here then change in the locker room and head to my job, it's a wild one. Feels amazing though dude I've got to admit.
And this black muscular me is certainly easy on the eyes. Beefy and handsome, I can certainly get through a birthday at work today if I get to look like this. A glance in the mirror or a cheeky flex is all I need to cheer me up again if things start to get dull.
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Thanks again bro! I know I didn't used to be like this, but thanks to your changes to my past I've always been a gym loving dude like this. Going to be a great birthday, thanks man!
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Birthday Asks
Done this a few times in the past but it's my birthday and I've got to go to work, so asks are open! I'll be answering any thoughts or questions you have, any short little ideas you want to send I may write, anything really! Send some stuff in!
- TF Lover
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LifeCorp - My Story
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Hey all! Jamal here again with another blog post. 
After enough nagging and curious questions from all of you around the office after my teasing in the last post, it's finally time to post a full timeline of my journey here at LifeCorp! A handful of you have known me since I first started working here, but most of you haven't. Some of you might have even known me at different points while working here and not even realised I was the same person. We all know what it's like though so I don't hold it against you!
Anyway, you're all reading this for the fun stuff, so I won't bore you with all the usual admin. On with the story I'm sure will give a lot of you a great start to the work week ;)
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My story starts around 5 years ago when I first applied for LifeCorp. 
I didn't even know what the company did when I first applied; I just saw an open position that paid well in my local area and had good benefits. Teaching had exhausted me. I needed a change, something less intense that would leave me with time to live my life, and this was perfect. Flexible hours, private company healthcare, no strict dress code, and on site leisure and spa facilities. Dream right? You all know how amazing it is to work here, I don't need to explain that, but coming off the back of a job that had absolutely none of that it sounded too good to be true. And this was just some entry level admin job back then, and now here I am.
I was like most of us probably were when we started here. Barely able to believe in the interview what this company claimed they did was real, only to see first hand as one of the interviewers gives a demonstration. You've all met David I assume, but for those that haven't he's our head of recruitment. To cut a long story short (because you're here for my journey not David's) I got to watch as he went from old distinguished businessman to young ripped jock to finish the rest of the interview. A wild ride on your first time as you all well know. 
But that’s the same thing we’ve all been through. Whether you were a customer originally or an unaware employee like I was, we all had a first experience seeing the changes LifeCorp can make. And getting to feel them for ourselves.
Time for some background on me though. Or the old me anyway, since most of you haven’t known me since I joined.
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As I already said, I used to teach before I came here. Maths if you can believe that. My name was James, the average, slightly nerdy type you’d expect of someone that’d gone into teaching. Not an introvert exactly, but not the guy you all know me as now. And yes, white too. I know, crazy to believe I used to be some little white dude before LifeCorp gave me a new shot, and I’m with you. I’m still that same guy obviously, but James feels so far away now from the man I’ve grown into.
My first real experience with what LifeCorp has to offer was at the Summer Swap Party. You’ve all been to, or at least heard of them I’m sure, the annual party held at the main office where everyone gets swapped around and ridiculously drunk. 
I went along just to meet new people a month or so after joining. I felt like I hadn’t really given people a chance here, didn’t give myself time to get to know anyone outside of my immediate circle in the admin job. I was well aware of everything that went on here by now, so I knew what to expect when I arrived. Or, at least I thought so. Arriving at the large hall and getting corralled into a swap pod to exchange bodies with someone at the party at random wasn’t how I’d expected things to go, but I hadn’t been given a lot of time to process things. 
Now, if you haven’t been through one of these swaps it’s a wild ride. There’s an all-consuming nothingness that overwhelms you for several seconds as you’re tied up into just your consciousness, right before being transferred in less than a second  to your new body. Seriously, if you somehow haven't tried it you haven't felt anything like it; imagine being awake whilst you're asleep is genuinely the most accurate description.
Once I came around on the other side and I was with it enough to be let out, that's when I realised who I was. 
Mr Korey, the man hosting the party.
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You all know him obviously, he's probably reading this very blog post along with you. If so, I'd like to say how nice you were and how much fun I had in your body as my first experience not as myself! Seriously all of you, being a handsome older gentleman with an excellent physique as the literal first time I ever looked different was a wild time. And he seemed pretty happy as me, so none of us were complaining. I got to walk around drinking and chatting with all this confidence I never had before; all whilst looking like some handsome Daddy. It was the most fun I'd had in a long time, and really went a long way to opening my mind to the idea of changing.
I will admit though I did sneak off at one point to get a closer look. He was always wearing these fancy suits that hinted at his physique, so I couldn’t really be blamed for wanting to get a little more familiar with the body I could feel under these clothes. 
A bathroom just outside of the main party hall, with just enough time and just enough space to lock myself inside and strip. I knew I wouldn’t have long before people noticed I was missing, so I made light work of carefully unbuttoning his shirt, hanging it up and really getting a good look at his muscles. All I can tell you without getting in too much trouble with Mr Korey is he’s even more jacked than you all think he is, and even more hung than that. Seriously, I had a lot of fun all by myself in that bathroom before I rejoined the party, but out of respect I’ll leave that to the imagination.
One evening of talking, drinking and getting weirded out by but also loving not being myself, it was finally time to swap back. It was kind of a shame since I'd finally got used to feeling the scratch of a beard and feeling older, but I knew it was only temporary. So back into the machine I went to swap myself back. Just the same as before, several moments later I was stepping out the machine the other side as myself once more. 
James again. 
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Nothing else really happened for almost a year. By the time Valentine's Day rolled around I'd been with the company for almost a full year, and happier than ever in the job. No longer the newbie, I was fully immersed in being a part of LifeCorp. 
It was then the Valentine's special rolled around, just as I announced this year a couple of weeks ago.
I'd been thinking on and off ever since the summer party. Being a handsome, fit gentleman had really done a number on me. That and seeing everyone around me constantly changing when I was collating and entering all sorts of data about changes really didn't mean I had a moment to take my mind off it. 
There were two issues that'd kept me from ever doing anything. Indecisiveness, and money. One was decided with time; I'd made a decision that if I ever did make any changes to myself I'd stick to looking like me and just making some upgrades instead of a total rewrite. The money side at the time did worry me too. I was paid well for the job I did, very well as the salaries are here, but still the sudden chunk of cash out of my monthly budget was a huge concern. But with the offer, which as it turned out was heavily discounted for new employees, the option was suddenly on the table. 
So I did what anyone would when given the opportunity to freely change themselves and went for it. Because who wouldn’t, right? We see it all the time here, people coming in because they aren’t happy with something about themselves, and I was just the same. I had a list of things I wanted changing when I went in, some more predictable than others. Muscle was a big one; if I was going to do this I wanted to finally capitalise on the desire to be bigger. Hair was another thing I’d never really worked out what to do with, so a new cut or complete change to my hair was on the list. To top that all off there were a whole host of more minor things I wanted, nose reshaped, jaw squared out, even my voice I wanted to try changing. And, of course like any man I asked if they’d make my cock bigger. Besides that I left it in the hands of our wonderful designers here, knowing after so many months of working here they’d do a good job at changing me whilst staying true to me.
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How I turned out was better than anything I could have asked for or designed myself. A hint of stubble, defined muscles, a general vibe that just oozed masculinity. Short styled hair and what I already knew was a larger bulge between my legs. I was a stud to say the least. What really topped it all off though, more than the muscle or anything, was knowing in the moment that this was the only me now. This wasn’t like the last time with Mr. Korey where I knew it was temporary fun, this was me. No smaller body to go back to, no time limit. I was a handsome, beefy jock and that was it.
“Fucking hell James, look at you.” I remember muttering to myself as I flexed. “Fit, ripped, fuck this is incredible.”
That self worship continued on for several more minutes as I really got a feel for this new body. Posed a few times, worked out how to bounce my pecs, and explored my new equipment some. It was probably a good half hour I spent in that little room coming to terms with this being my new reflection from now on and deciding what clothes suited me best.
It’s a moment still burned into my memory to this day even if it was years ago. The first time I stepped permanently away from my old self and towards the new. A lot of clients I’ve spoken to in more recent years since changing jobs say the same thing and I can really attest to the same; the first you make a permanent change you’re not planning to go back on is unforgettable. 
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To say my life changed from then on would be an understatement. I wasn’t unhappy before, far from it, but it was like waking up into a dream you realised was never going to end. Being in a body like the new one I had proved to be everything I felt like was missing in my otherwise ordinary life. I was happier day to day, more confident and outgoing, even started going out to bars and clubs more when I usually never did.
I worked out a lot too. LifeCorp for those of you that don’t know have specialists on hand to help ease people into their new bodies if needed. Many former men need help looking after a woman’s body; older people offered classes and guidance on how to fit in with a younger crowd after an age regression; or newly muscular jocks like I was that needed a personal trainer to show them how to lift and maintain the new size.
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For me that came in the form of Ryan. 
He’s one of the consulting PT’s at our gyms, or used to be a few years ago back when my first changes happened. Solid guy, both literally and in the not so literal sense. He was a huge help getting me into the routine I’m still in now. He taught me pretty much everything I know now, for the most part. A lot of you probably saw the two of us in the gym together, since we’d be there for a good couple of hours a day, six days a week. That routine hasn’t changed either in all the years since! How to scale my weight up, the right form and how to plan the number of sets, all of it Ryan taught me down to the finest detail.
Eventually our training sessions turned more into just two dudes working out together once I’d picked up the important parts. I’d always been a quick study, so it didn’t take long until we were laughing and pumping iron together. We got pretty close over the weeks we spent training me up with all the knowledge I needed and forming the gym-going habit. He was the first person I really got close to since the change, bonding over my new love of the gym amongst other things. It felt good making a new friend because of the changes, someone I wouldn’t have otherwise probably known.
Even after Ryan moved away to another part of the company I didn’t let things slip. This wasn’t like some new year’s resolution a lot of people make and quickly give up on, this was the real deal. I’d paid for the upgrade, and I was going to make damned sure I got the most out of it. Part of me always wanted to before all this and just hadn’t had the motivation, the changes and the thought of squandering them along with Ryan’s help was the final kick up the ass I needed. Even when I didn’t need Ryan’s help anymore I was always in the company gym before work for at least an hour; I’d always been an early bird and it turned out I loved working out in the mornings.
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I loved working out full stop really. The rush, seeing the pump afterwards and knowing that yeah, whilst I skipped ahead, it was still the working out I was doing almost every day that was keeping me looking like this. I had fully made the jump from average burned out nerdy teacher to a thriving jock that was happier than ever. But this, of course, wasn’t the end of my story…
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Over time I fell happily into the jock life, I even switched jobs after a couple of months after the initial treatment. The old one had gotten boring now I’d grown so much, so I made a slightly impulsive decision to move to a more front-facing role. I’d taught, I knew how to stand in front of people and talk about something I knew a lot about. And in my time here and with my first-hand experience I could certainly do that. So instead of admin I moved over to public relations, helping to promote the company and the work we do.
My life just generally got better over the following year or so. My new position was great, helping people fulfil their dreams like I had. I made new friends at the gym and at work, a lot of which I still know today. Even dated a little more than I had before now I was going out in the evenings more. Being a jock had well and truly folded itself into part of who I was after so many years of wanting it; I couldn’t have asked for more.
Until a year later and when the next valentines offer came around I decided to go for it again. 
It was a curiosity more than anything that made me go for it. I’d spent the happiest year of my life in all things gym bro, and that made me wonder what it would be like to go further. I’d been more concerned with maintaining what I had in the gym than actually putting more size on, but now the opportunity had come around again with the discount tempting me it was too good to resist. What gym-going dude wouldn’t wonder what the upper limit of what was possible for his body was?
Many of you might not know this, but LifeCorp can actually show you that. I only knew about it because of my former position doing admin and processing many customer’s files. It’s a hypothetical “if everything went right in your original life, how would it be possible for you to look?” type deal. I’m not going to pretend to understand the science behind it, but it’s something to do with filtering your DNA that our very, very smart scientists came up with. 
Nevertheless, that’s what I asked for. Takes them a few days to comb through your genetics and make a full model, but a few days after the request it was all ready. Ready for me to once more take another step forwards in my journey, though this one wasn’t quite as life altering as the last.
On the other side of it all, big was the first thing I felt when I stepped out. Now, at this point remember I’d only been at all muscular for around a year, so getting bigger all over again was quite the jump. And when I say big, I mean huge. Bodybuilder absolutely fucking enormous. Muscle on top of muscle. Perfect beard I’d never quite been able to figure out growing. Huge and ridiculously handsome. This was everything my genetics could have made me, which honestly is still crazy to look back on.
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Now I’m used to being this size, but back then nothing could have prepared me. A whole new wardrobe was needed first off which LifeCorp helped with, but it was more than just that. I kept bumping into things and definitely didn’t know my own strength for a while. I wouldn’t change a moment of the adjustment period though, not since I got to see myself every day and know this was everything I could be. The bumps and bruises from walking into things or broken glasses from accidentally squeezing too hard was all worth it to end up so big and thick with muscle. 
I got promoted again too. 
This is where some of you newer folk will start to remember me, hell you can still see them using my image in some of the branding. I signed on to do a little modelling for the company as one of their success stories, an example of the work they can do to encourage others to make use of our products. I gave talks about my experience, helped coach a few people through their own changes as Ryan had done for me, all sorts of stuff in addition to getting paid to show my body off. If you ever find yourself wondering where Jay disappeared off to, that was me. I started using that instead of James for a while after this round of changes, since that felt more fitting of a guy like I’d become. Shorter and snappier, it was a sign of the man I’d become and how far I’d grown. Literally and metaphorically.
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For a while I thought that would be it. Over a year and a half I spent as Jay the devilishly handsome bodybuilder enjoying the path life had taken me down. A Valentine's Day offer even came and went which I had no need for, I was fine just as I was that year around. I couldn’t see myself wanting any different. 
That was until a company seminar on racial diversity and the science that comes with changing someone’s ethnicity at LifeCorp. You see, despite the muscular exterior and new love of the gym, I’m still the same nerd that originally became a maths teacher. I’ve always been fascinated by science and mathematics, still am, so when I started working for LifeCorp it didn’t take me long to sign onto these various seminars they occasionally run. Now I’m still not going to pretend to understand half the complicated processes they talk about, but listening to it all explained is well worth the time. I’ve been to several of them over the years, and this in my eyes was just another one of those. I’d been to ones on how genders get changed, how like me they can make muscles grow in a matter of hours instead of months, how they can fix your DNA and reverse ageing for clients that want to get younger. 
This one was, at least at first, just the same as any of those. Talking about specific genes and the fancy tech they used to change them, it was all very interesting. They went on into detail about how this type of change could be set to take anywhere from minutes to hours unlike a lot of other changes, the reason for which was another thing I didn’t quite understand. What I did understand was what they were asking next. 
“Could we have a volunteer? We’d like to show you in real time how we delve into and edit the DNA to send the change over the skin.” The woman giving the presentation had said. “Rest assured we’ll have you back in your proper skin in a few hours once the initial molecular trauma is over.”
I still couldn’t tell you now what made me raise my hand. Call it professional curiosity, but up I went to volunteer myself for this physical demonstration. I climbed to the stage, got hooked up to several machines and stood there whilst they started the process. 
It was slow to begin with. They went over in real time as they went into my system and looked for the right things, and all about how they then went about changing it. Asian for the purposes of the demonstration. There was some mention of the previous processes I’d been through too; since I’d been turned into the height of what my potential was almost two years ago there was an almost 100% certainty whatever changes they made here temporarily would also result in me being a stud still.
After several minutes of explanation it was time to actually start. Several injections later and I was standing shirtless letting everyone in the room watching the slow, subtle changes. They’d asked me to at least take my shirt off so everyone could watch, which I was more than happy to oblige on. I’ve had a bit of a thing for showing off since all the changes, and shamelessly still do. So it wasn’t much of an ask at all to stand there half naked whilst everyone, myself included, got to watch me shift from white to Asian.
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The whole thing was fascinating. The subtle but distinct change of facial features, skin tone shifting slightly, some of my body hair fading away. I was still massive, that didn’t change one bit, but everything else shifted. There was still some sign of me in there too, that was the wildest thing. I couldn’t really place what it was exactly, but looking into my own eyes in the mirror they’d given me I could still see myself.
After it was all done and they’d used me to show what they wanted to show, the seminar was done. They assured me that in a couple of hours if I came back I’d get back to being myself, but until then I was free to do as I liked.
And what was a man to do with a couple of free hours? Workout of course. 
Off to the company gym I went for a good chest workout before it would be time to get swapped back. I always spent the longest on my chest whenever I did it, so I knew two hours would be just enough time for a good workout and a shower. The facilities on site are excellent if you haven’t been by the way, I’d totally recommend it. 
It didn’t turn out to be all that weird from what I remember. I’d walked out of the seminar thinking I’d find the whole race switching to feel odd if nothing else, but it was quite the opposite. I felt fine, good really. Working out always made me feel good, but this wasn’t just that. I couldn’t really put my finger on it, but I still remember that chest workout was one of the best I’ve ever had to date.
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I even had a little time spare to feel myself up in the shower. I couldn’t help video myself as I washed off the sweat; seeing myself as an Asian man was just so different and I had to capture it before it all went away. By the time the shower was over it would be time to go back, so it was worth having something hot for the record. I can tell you now I’ve jerked off over it more than a handful of times since then, both from the position of knowing it was me in that moment and it just being a fit Asian stud.
Would I have sex with that version of me? You’re damn right I would. I mean, just look how good I look soaping up my pecs? I even got a close-up for all you horny bastards to enjoy.
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Alas, it all had to come to an end. As fun as it was, I had only signed up for it to be temporary. I was a white guy at the end of the day, even if I had spent a couple of fun hours as another race it wouldn’t want it to be permanent. It wasn’t my place to want something like that, even if it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence at the company. A little fun for an afternoon after an educational seminar that was now over, that’s all I told myself it was at the time.
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The thing about those little earworms? They’re hard to get rid of. 
Those things you tell yourself you don’t or shouldn’t want, even if you know deep down you do. You want to buy that new bag that’s just been put on sale but you stop yourself. You want those football season tickets and buying them early means they’re cheaper, but still you can’t justify it. That’s how I felt every time I thought back on what I’d been through at that seminar. Because honestly, being a different race and seeing a totally different reflection had been a weird sort of thrill. It was me still just about, but twisted into something so far from who I used to be. 
I couldn’t stop thinking about it over the following months. I felt guilty for wanting it, but the guiltier I felt the more I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Guilt can be a little backwards like that. But I swore off it; I couldn’t just change myself like that, it wouldn’t be right. 
Only… Then Valentine’s Day rolled around again. 
I’ve been known in the past to make the odd impulsive decision. That’s what had led me to quit teaching when it was a stable job I was good at. It was what took me down this path of changing myself too. So what harm would one more be when most of them had turned out good in the end? It was like the urge to jump when you’re standing on the edge of a cliff. Any moment you could just say fuck it and tumble off the edge…
The day at the office was what did it. February 14th and I was at work like always, chatting to prospective customers and giving a presentation to some of our newer employees. Talking all day to couples and people making changes for romantic reasons must have gotten to me, because before I knew it I was on my lunch break and making a booking for the particular transformation I wanted. If they could get what they wanted and be happy about it, why couldn’t I? Maybe it was the love in the air or something pushing the impulsiveness but before I knew it I was down in the labs that afternoon talking over what I wanted. 
Total race change, a new version of the current me, just like they’d done a few months ago. This time I wasn’t going Asian though. As fun as that had been, I had something a little darker in mind after months of letting it churn in the back of my mind. Black. Why that I didn’t know, but now the doors to the idea had been opened, I knew that was what I wanted. Needed, as weird as that was to admit. 
The process was much like any other I’d been through once all the paperwork was filled out. This was permanent, so there’s always more to do. Once it was all filed away they loaded me up into their machines as I’d done a handful of times now and it was off. 
I was saying goodbye to my whiteness for good. The exhilaration I felt as I watched my skin slowly flush darker was tenfold of what I felt when I’d become Asian or when I’d just become bigger. The darker I got the better I felt, like a weight off my shoulders. I’d been thinking about this for months and felt guilty for it, now I’d actually gone through with it I was already feeling better.
There was a slight shift in the way everything looked as I got darker too. My nose widened and lips filled out, my whole face shifting ever so slightly to take on a more African descended version of me. Muscle too wasn’t spared as it grew bigger still into a beefy, well proportioned size; I was getting taller but still keeping a similar proportion as I had before as either white or Asian. I had the same mass as before, but with the unexpected increase in height it was levelling out to a thick bulk I was happy with. The black version of me they unlocked in my genes was tall and an absolute stud. Not to mention hung too. 
When I finally stepped out of LifeCorp's machines I knew this was going to be the last time I made major changes to myself. It was just instinct. The reflection I could see in the mirror across the room just clicked with something deep inside me; this was who I was meant to be. The version of me I knew I was happiest as.
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As always they helped me into a few loose clothes they knew would fit, more for their benefit than mine, then at last let me look at myself in a mirror. A tracksuit and socks was all I had on after declining a tank top for now; I wanted to get a proper look at my newly black body.
And what a sight it was. Devilishly handsome with a full beard and well proportioned but still thick muscles on my taller frame, I’d never seen myself quite as good looking as this. The wider nose, dark, tightly curled hair and overall blackness I saw looking back at me just felt right in a way I couldn’t put my finger on. A lot of clients say the same thing when they get to a version of themselves they’re happy with, and looking at myself then I finally understood what they meant.
“Everything to your liking then James? Jay, sorry.” One of the scientists I'd known for a while asked as I admired myself. 
I smirked. “Oh this is better than anything I could have dreamed up, fuck this is good.” I didn't pull my focus away from the mirror, too absorbed in admiring this new permanent version of me. “And I think I might change my name one more time. James was the old me, and Jay worked for a while as a shorter version. This new body though… this is it I think. How about Jamal instead? Close enough that it feels familiar…”
“If Jamal is the name you want I can put the request in to have it changed?” He asked, already grabbing a tablet to start the name changing form. 
I thought about it for another moment, then turned to him and nodded. “Yeah, please. Jamal it is, that's me now.”
You can see now that I didn't know what I was worrying about. Plenty of customers at LifeCorp have been through the same race change as me for all sorts of reasons, I was just another one of them. I looked and felt better now I was a handsome black stud, this was the version of me that would see out the rest of my life.
In the year since that day I've only felt more secure in my decision. 
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My identity has settled into being a black dude, just as I once jumped from a nerdier guy to a jock. This was one more jump like that I needed to make to feel more comfortable in myself. I’d always enjoyed tattoos and wanted to get some, so took this opportunity now I was happy with myself to finally get inked. Down one arm and something in the middle of my back too, all to celebrate how I’d found myself.
Another promotion only a week after I became black landed me here in my current role as Social Media Manager, and it's been a dream. All the perks of working here at LifeCorp, a good salary, and flexible hours to boot. Spend most of my time making posts such as these and coordinating our public image alongside the wider marketing department. Alongside all that I still have a lot of client interactions at various events and talks I give, but I'm not as outward focused as I was as Jay.
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Workouts have been better than ever too. I feel like I've reached a point in the gym I'm happy with; I've been working out consistently for the last few years at this point and loving every second. It feels like a second home now honestly, which I never thought I’d be saying. I’ve kept up the work I started in helping newly muscular individuals in getting comfortable working out. Even if it wasn’t all naturally grown like some of our personal trainers I’ve been at this for enough years now I know how to put a workout together. Even dabbled in the idea of getting an official personal trainer certification too, just so I can step up my game a little in that as well as part of my work here at LifeCorp.
First day of the rest of my life that decision was. I'm grateful to who I used to be, without him I wouldn't be the man I am today. To become black, become Jamal though on top of all the growth I'd been through; I've never looked back.
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So that’s pretty much it from me!
Longer one than usual I know but worth it to get the full timeline out there. Hope you all enjoyed this look into my journey to the man I am today, because honestly I wouldn’t change a second of it. It was fun to relive the whole trip, so I hope you all enjoyed it too. Feel free to leave comments or send me messages if you have any questions, always happy to talk a little about myself!
That’s all folks, I’ll see you in another blog post.
 Jamal - Social Media Manager
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