theoldfamiliar

[theoldfamiliar]

Spring Awakening

I can feel it’s happened again, the same dream. It always feels this real, I open my eyes and I take in my surroundings, it´s the same room. It’s always the same room, I look down at myself, it’s always the same body, the same boy. I touch my face and smile, it’s always the same beautiful face, and it’s all mine, at least, for as long as the dream lasts.

I can tell he’s a lot younger, even the first time it’s happened, it’s the smell, it’s invigorating, takes me back to my university days. I shut my eyes and pull the duvet over my head taking a deep whiff. I feel alive again, even this dick can tell. 

I run my fingers through the head full of hair, it’s so soft and thick, the face is clean and unscarred, also very smooth, not even peach fuzz. My lips are full, I can feel them getting moist as this body reacts to my excitement, to my thirst. 

Slowly, I continue to go down with my hands, vowing to explore every inch of this body, to feel all its textures. I don’t ever want to wake up. 

The skin is delicate and soft all over with barely any body hair, just a carefully trimmed patch around the crotch area. 

The arms are thin but strong, very firm. The chest is small but hard, I spend some time on the nipples, which respond to the slightest touch, and I can feel the dick twitch with every stroke, getting harder as my hands make their way down. 

There are no abs in this body like the ones in mine, but the stomach is flat, and rock hard. So much potential rather than just having to be hard due to the mistakes I’ve made in the past. 

In the end, I reach for the meat with these hands, if there was any meat in this body that’s where it was hiding, in the ass, a ballon made out of plump flesh. I can’t remember ever touching anything as smooth and sensitive, I push one finger inside it and I can feel the dick about to explode, then I push another one in.

Unable to prolong this any longer, I grab the dick with one hand while the other continues to play in the back. It doesn’t take long. The entire body shakes, then explodes in pleasure as I come and I scream in ecstasy, my eyes opening only to be immediately blinded by the brightest light. I’m in heaven. 

In the afterglow, I lay quietly. I can feel myself drifting away, exhausted. This is usually how it ends, I dreamt my way into here and I will now dream my way out.

Except this time, the spell breaks as the bedroom door is currently kicked open. That’s never happened before. I’ve had this dream many times and I have never seen what´s on the other side of that door, let alone someone walking through it. Hell, I’m not evenn sure I’ve ever left the bed. 

Startled and confused I sit up and pull the covers over me to hide away the boy's naked body. Even in my dream, I want to keep it to myself  “am I still dreaming?”

“I made breakfast,” a young man says as he walks in. Still confused I can only manage to pull the covers even higher, taking them up to my chin, like a scared child. 

“What are you doing? There’s nothing there I didn’t see last night,” he laughs, “unless you’ve managed to grow a second dick in the time it took me to make breakfast” he’s in his early to mid-twenties, very tall, and really handsome. 

I smile awkwardly and lower my guard as he approaches the bed with a food tray in his hands, “Been up for a while, and you looked so relaxed in your sleep so I thought I’d make some food, it’s actually been ready for a while, didn’t want to wake you up, but then, you sounded quite awake just then.”

“Uhm, thanks,” I say, still struggling to make sense of what’s going on. I’ve been having this dream for over about a year, and never once had there been anyone else in it. Just me, and this body. 

He puts the tray over my lap and gently kisses me on the lips, such a small gesture but I can feel this body fill up with a different kind of light, a warm glow of pure joy.

Every sensation is filled with such fantasy, and happiness, that there’s no way this isn’t a dream. So I play along. 

I eat the food, toast is slightly burnt, the coffee’s bitter, the eggs are unseasoned and overcooked, but I chow everything down as if it’s the first time I’ve eaten in days. 

We sit there and just talk, for what seems like hours, time’s funny in dreams. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen his face but It’s like I’ve known him for ages like I’ve slept in his arms before.

On the bedside table, a phone starts ringing, it rings for a bit before he signals at it with his head and says “are you not taking that?”. 

“Oh,” I say and pick it up, still playing along, I can’t recognise the number, so I just decline the call “must be a spam call”. I put the phone down and go back to him, he smiles at me, and I pull him in for a kiss then I just hug him and stay there for a second “I really don’t want to wake up.”

“It does feel like a dream, doesn’t it?” he says, making me realise I’ve spoken out loud, I laugh and pull away from the hug, but he pulls me back into it. I rub my cheek against his neck, and take in his smell, sweet amber.

Looking up from behind him I catch a glimpse of this face in the mirror. I’ve seen the boy’s face so many times now. I’ve had his face so many times before, yet it never felt real, not in the way that it feels right now, “Is this real?” I can feel warm tears coming down my face. A small wet patch forms on his shoulder. 

He must’ve felt it as he instantly pulls me away to look at my face, “Are you okay?” he asks, brushing away the tears with his thumbs, which is useless as the tears just keep falling and falling “Hey, hey,” he holds my face up to his, so close I can feel his breath on my face, “If there is one thing in this world that is real, this is it. You and me. I know we’ve technically just met but I feel it, and I know you feel it too, and this is real.” He says and nests my head on his chest I listen to his heartbeat as he holds my head. I feel safe.

The phone rings again, I reach out to grab it, it’s the same unknown number, I’m about to answer but he pulls me in for a kiss and throws himself in bed, holding me tight, he kisses me again and again until everything is real and nothing else matters.

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[theoldfamiliar]

Brotherhood

So this is kind of a funny story, Stanley Johnson was my next-door neighbour, he and I were born on the same day of the same year, in the same hospital in the same town, at the exact same hour and, well, he was born 10 minutes earlier than me, but you get the deal.

The thing is, despite everything, we couldn’t have been more different. I was freakishly tall, and kind of fat, with dark hair, (and a lot of it, pretty much everywhere) and he was well built, lean with the right amount of muscle, athletic, tan and had such a beautiful face, angelic.

He couldn’t look bad, even if he tried and it made me so angry, I couldn’t stand how despite being so close he got to be everything I wanted to be and I was, well, I was me. I hated him so fucking much...

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[theoldfamiliar]

A world of his own

Ever had that thing where you feel like you're falling in your sleep and then you wake up all of a sudden?

“What the fuck?” I shout as I wake up, shaken, the sun blinds me as soon as I open my eyes. My head is fucking killing me.

I sit on the edge of the bed for a second, taking my hands over my eyes to block the sunlight. I sit motionless for a while, in silence. It’s actually too quiet in here, What time is it? What time did I get home last night?

I take my hands off my eyes, letting my vision come slowly into focus then it became clear that I wasn’t home, did I leave the bar with someone? Where the fuck am I?

Stumbling, I get out of bed, my body feels so weird and alien, sore. It’s as if I’ve fallen into a cement mixer and spun around for hours. Must’ve had some heavy shit last night.

As my senses start to come back, I can hear some noise in the distance. I make my way out of the room, trying to find where it’s coming from, bumping into everything as I walk through the corridor, everything in this place is so big and high up, it makes me feel so small, I fucking hate this.

I reach what appears to be the sitting room, there’s a big glass door which leads to some sort of balcony, through it I can see more of the outside world. Lived in this city for so long that I can recognise the city centre, even from this high up. I feel relieved now, I know how to get home from here. This place must be fucking expensive.

Every ounce of relief disappears as I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the glass, What the fuck? I look so small, my face is smooth and boyish, how the fuck did I not notice all this hair, it’s literally falling into my face, what the actual fuck?!

“Oh hey, you’re up!” a voice says from behind me. I turn around and freeze, standing in front of me there is a fully naked, exact copy of myself, except, he’s double my size.

I step back, forgetting I was standing so close to the door, the glass feels cold on my bare ass as it pushes against it, forcing the glass door open, a gust of wind then brings me back inside.

“Woah, calm down baby”, my double says, walking closer.

“Who the fuck are you?! What did you do to me?!” My voice breaks as I shout, sounding like it suits my outside look.  

“Woah, are you okay? Told you not to drink so many cocktails,” I step back but he manages to grab my hand, and pull me closer. His touch feels warm, I feel calm all of a sudden, safe. I start to sob.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s, okay, you’ll be fine, it’s just hangover anxiety,” he wipes the tears off my face, his touch feels nice on my cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” I say, my voice feeling alien still, “not sure what’s wrong with me today.” He kisses me and lifts me up, which seems so natural and effortless for him.

“Did the noise wake you up? I’ve been cooking, made your favourite, and I’ve got some coffee brewing, you'll be ready for round 2 in no time,” We both laugh, and I feel my face turn red. He then takes me to the kitchen and sits me on an island seat, then he goes back to breakfast and the world becomes clear.

I’m staying at my boyfriend's penthouse for the weekend, we went out last night to celebrate my 20th birthday and I had one too many cocktails. We had a foursome with a leather daddy and his twink, I sucked so much dick last night I probably would’ve thrown up if I wasn’t so good at it.

He brings over breakfast and sits next to me, his portion is three times the size of mine, but I guess I don’t need much food now, now?, everything is perfect, “Hey, Where did those guys go?” I ask, mouth full of eggs.

“Oh, they left like an hour ago, the big guy was weird, he didn’t like being dominated,” he said, “but you know me, I don’t submit to anybody.”

It’s his dominance, the confidence he carries himself with, bet having such a hot body helps, it makes me weak in all the right places, still, I wish I was that dominant.

We’ve been dating for 2 months but I think I’m actually falling for him which is, “I wish I was that dominant”, so strange, I don’t really, “I wish I was that dominant,” I don’t really do, “I was that dominant,” I don´t do dating, I just, I love dick too much…“I was dominant”.

“What the fuck?!” It all comes back… “How did you…? This is…This is… you? I’m you? I’m you?!” I look down at my naked self, I’m small, arms thin, I look so frail and smooth all over, submissive, “You stole my body!! What?! How… How?!!

“Calm down, Georgie, your mind is settling, it’ll all be over soon”

“Georgie?! ... you’re that fucking guy, from the bar, so fucking bothered about me pulling 2 girls at a gay bar after telling you to fuck off when you tried to chat me up, ‘This is a gay bar’, you said, ‘don’t be so fucking offended if a gay guy tries talking to you,’ you said, then I, then I…”

“You lift me up by the collar, ‘Listen you fucking fag, I’m in the right place, alright,’ you said, then threw me across the bar, the girls laughed as you walked out of there each in one hand, allies my ass, ‘go find a  fucking daddy somewhere else, you stupid little fag, this one don’t do cock’ you said, making sure you walked over me on your way out, almost breaking my arm.”

“I ran to the toilet in pain, splashed water over my head while I held back tears. I wasn’t going to cry over guys like you anymore. I slammed my hands against the sink then looked at my own eyes in the mirror, pure determination stared back in my own green eyes, then the world went dark.”

“I suddenly could see the world from the outside, like a series of cutscenes, I saw myself, standing in the bathroom, my blonde hair dark of sweat and dirt from being on the floor, my outfit a right mess ‘I looked so cute when I left home,’ I thought, there was no longer pain, there was only me in power, and then I saw you, lying naked in bed while those two girls serviced you, looking like the king of the fucking world. Something needed to change…”

“So I built this, a new reality, where I am your master, an improved version of you, taller, hairier, more masculine and dominant and you are a better version of who I used to be, younger, leaner, prettier, and really fucking smooth ‘I’m in the right place,’ you said, well now you sure as fuck are.”

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[theoldfamiliar]

Take Your Mask Off

I don't know what I was expecting when I walked into that bar that night. I sure had seen a lot of people in costume on my way there but then I suppose gay people really do like to go all out for Halloween. Dressed in my biker/Terminator costume I might’ve been the only fully clothed guy in that bar. Fuck! I guess things did get better for gays, I thought, It made me feel old.

Ignoring the hungry looks from all the dancing queens, I walked to the bar and ordered a glass of whiskey, dry, then I ordered another two more before finally asking the bartender to leave the bottle. I was counting on alcohol to lower my expectations.

“Hey there,” I heard a high-pitched voice calling, “wanna come home with me?” I ignored him, “I have just what you need,” he insisted. He was the personification of a fairy, he was even dressed like one, bright pink gloves with matching heels and a skimpy speedo, the glitter all over his face and body was the only thing giving his fair skin any color and to complete his costume there were a pair of wings on his back and a small golden crown on his dyed silver hair.

The guy had guts, I gave him that but the idea of going anywhere with him was laughable to say the least, “What are you supposed to be? The fairy queen?” I asked mockingly.

A sly grin formed on his face, “I’m the illusion master,” he said, sounding almost insidious, I laughed but he didn’t react, he just stood there with his big green eyes fixed on me, almost piercing through my face and into my brain. “I can give you what you most desire,” he said after what seemed like a long time, “come with me now.”  

I must’ve been drunk enough by then because the next thing I knew, I was following him through a dark corridor of some fancy apartment building. He took his time opening the door. I leaned on the wall and took a look at him, the dim lights seemed to be acting on his favour because he seemed taller, even his scrawny frame seemed to have some bulk.

When he got in, he only switched on one light at the very end of the room, maybe he’s trying to be mysterious, I thought. I waited by the door until he said “get in,” his voice sounding deeper somehow, I hesitated, “now,” he added in a more commanding tone and I felt a sudden urge to comply.  

The place was pretty big for a one room apartment, it was also tastefully decorated, the furniture was elegant, almost too sober for a guy who went out barely dressed and covered in glitter, must be rented or maybe his parent’s, I assumed. He was waiting by the bed, he looked even taller now, certainly musclier, older even, definitely a light trick, he did claim to be an illusionist, didn’t it? I tried to comfort myself.

He must be a pretty fast guy too, I thought when I noticed he’d changed clothes, the wings were gone and he now had a leather jacket on that looked a bit small for him, the crown had been replaced by a denim hat that matched the tight denim shorts he was now wearing, there were only faint traces of glitter on his body left, I guessed the hat was also making his hair look shorter and, somehow, platinum blonde.

As I walked closer to him, I noticed his hair was actually more of a dirty blonde and he was also wearing a denim vest on top of his jacket and I thought it was strange how I hadn’t seen it before. He looked like a sluttier and definitely campier version of me, the weirdness of it all made me feel very cold.

“Come closer,” he ordered and so I did, noticing more and more changes as I got closer until it was obvious that this was too much of an illusion, even for the most advanced magician. I was only a few steps away when the changes stopped and the final picture was so unsettling it sent shivers down my spine and I just froze right there.

The guy in front of me looked nothing like the small twink I had met in the bar earlier that night. The guy in front of me was tall and tanned, with broad shoulders and hard-earned muscles. His chest and face were covered in hair not glitter. He looked exactly like I did in my late thirties, except for his light brown hair which was full and thick.  

“What? Don’t you like it?” he asked, his voice gave me goosebumps, “take your mask off,” he ordered, I took my hand to my face, feeling confused, “I’m not wearing any,” I said.

“Oh but you are,” he said, “those closes, this body of yours, is a facade, a disguise you’ve been perfecting for years, when you realised you were gay, you were scared and so disgusted by your true self you tried to bury it under muscle mass and chest hair, the epitome of masculinity,” his voice sounded too much like my own, it was terrifying, I tried to run but my legs didn’t respond.

He closed the gap between us and I finally got a notion of how was taller he’d become, he was towering over me now. He looked me right in the eye and continued his speech, sounding more and more insane, “you were so afraid of becoming one of those “fairies” you despised so much that you tried to stay as far away from that stereotype as you could, becoming, without even realising it, an entirely different stereotype, but a stereotype, no less, you even got married, to a woman.”

He put his hands on my face, “see I gave you the idea of going to that bar tonight, I wanted you to come with me, to help you,” he said as he moved his right hand to the top of my bald head and pulled. I felt like an invisible veil had been lifted from my body and I saw a lock of light brown hair fall to rest in my forehead, long enough to get into my eyes a bit.

Full of shock, I moved the hair out of my eyes and noticed my hand, then looked down at myself in escalating horror. Our costumes had been swapped, I was the one wearing the small jacket and the denim hat and shorts which were actually more the size of really tight briefs now, no wonder why I felt so cold.

I took the jacket and vest off so I could see how my body had changed. I was much shorter and, apart from the floppy blonde hair on my head, completely hairless, my skin was soft and pale and the only thing with any volume on my skinny frame was my plump ass, “What’s going on?!” I yelled in panic, my voice was much higher now.

“I’m giving you a second chance, you’re 21 again, young enough to begin exploring who you really are, who you want to be,” he said, “want to be your old balding self again? Just get out and don’t look back, you’ll forget everything that happen tonight the minute you walk through that door and you’ll never hear from me again.”

“B-But I didn’t look anything like this when I was 21, I was big and strong not a fucking twink,” I screamed in anger.

He ran his strong hands through my body, they were so warm and calming, “Like I said, I’m giving you the freedom to explore, to choose. Want to be your old self? Then leave right now, want to be a big young hunk? Then stay like this and start working out tomorrow, get as big and strong as you like, or you could just stay a twink, see if you like it, you really are cute like that,” his tone was suddenly so alluring, “I think you should definitely give the twink life a chance,” he said taking a step back and extending his hand “What do you say? We got a deal?”

I was ready to leave, this was absolutely insane, I had a life, I liked my life, and I looked ridiculous, I wasn’t even into twinks I sure as hell wasn’t gonna live as one, not even for a second. I can’t even describe the terror I felt as my hand stretched to take his, I observed in horror how he grabbed it kissed it.

“I knew you’d come to your senses” he said pulling me in for a kiss, “Do you like the place I got you? We won’t have to hide from your housemates anymore,” he added, holding my body tightly, everything was so clear now, I felt so safe in his arms.  

“I’m just happy I got to see you, tonight” I said, “I was excited to show you my costume, do you like it?” I might’ve used a too much glitter but I knew he’d liked it. I turned around so he could see my cute wings and also how tight and bubbly my ass looked in the denim briefs he’d given me.

“I love it! I’m so glad I managed to convince my wife to take the kids trick or treating,” he said then he kissed me again, grabbing my ass firmly.

The way he touched me made me feel so wild and hot inside, I was burning up, I kissed him again, biting his lip a bit, he liked that, I could tell by the growing bulge in his jeans, I kissed his neck then his chest, slowly making my way down and then as I undid his jeans I looked up and saw the satisfied smile in his face and it made me so happy I gave him a flirty smile and said “I love you.”

[theoldfamiliar]

Herb Protein

Brandon sat next to his husband at the dinner table, “Jordan Hunter cancelled his membership today. Saw him getting into ‘Power House’ later this evening.”

“God, that’s 75 in the past couple of months,” Grant failed to hide his concern. It was hard trying to remain strong and think positive when bad news wouldn't stop coming.    

“What are we going to do?” asked Brandon.

“I don’t know love. We keep losing clients to them, we can’t offer what they do, I can’t even figure out how they do it, it’s just… it’s insane.”

“I’m afraid we’re gonna have to close ‘The Pit,’ I’m sorry Grant, I just don’t see how we could keep our gym alive without risking bankruptcy.”  

“I know, it’s just, this was our baby, our dream. It’s so sad to let it die like this, if only… No, it’s just, it’s not fair, that’s all.”

“We couldn’t have know, babe, remember we saw ourselves in them? We never had any children, we were just trying to help.”

Grant was helping to clear out the table after dinner when he remembered the weird bag of tea leaves an old client had given him earlier, the man said they'd make a sweet, calming cup of tea and that it’ll help them with their current situation.

He brought two cups and gave one to his husband who sipped eagerly after being drawn by its wonderful smell.

Filled with a magical warmth, Grant reached out for Brandon’s hand and gently stroke his palm with his thumb “We’ll get through this,” he said, Brandon thanked him for the tea and returned the gesture with a smile.  

…

Ben and Josh were just two scrawny kids with a plan, they had come across with some special herbs that, with the right preparation and exercise could accelerate gains exponentially, people could start seeing results almost immediately. In order to make a long-term profit out of this, they knew they had to learn the business.

They heard about this really old gay couple who’d been running a gym for decades, they figured they could trigger the old nostalgia by pretending to be “a young gay couple who just wanted to get fit and maybe even help others achieve the same goal, eventually.”

Brandon and Grant couldn’t help it but fall for it, they were reminded of how hard it had been for them as a gay couple trying to break into the business in the early 90’s. They took both guys in and taught them everything they knew.

With the help of their magical herbs, Ben and Josh got results incredibly fast and within a couple of months they were ready to proceed with their plan. Having observed their progress like proud parents, Brandon and Grant offered jobs to both young trainers and maybe if they kept working hard they could take over the business in a couple of years when they finally decided to retire.

The offers were turned down and Brandon and Grant didn’t hear about them until a couple months later when they opened the “Power House, a brand new fitness concept that guaranteed optimal results within a couple of weeks,” one by one “The Pit” started loosing its clients after that, leaving Brandon and Grant hopeless and afraid of losing everything.

…

The smell of the room awakened Grant, it was familiar yet oddly distant, like something from an old memory, a good one it seemed. Feeling eerily aroused he reached out for his husband, wildly craving his skin like he hadn’t done in ages but Brandon wasn’t there, in fact, none of his stuff was there, he was alone in a completely unknown place.

“It must be a dream,” he thought, but it didn’t matter at that moment because the confusion was doing very little to reduce the growing bulge in his underwear. Intrigued, he took the search down south, feeling up his body along the way. He was relieved to see that all off his hard-earned muscles were still there but they were somewhat different, they felt tighter and smoother despite them being bit hairier, it was like he’d lost 30 years somehow.

Grant’s fourth round of rediscovered virility was interrupted by an unfamiliar ringtone, the name Josh displayed on the screen above a photo of one of the guys who’d conspired to destroy Grant’s gym, “Grant? It’s me Brandon,” he said, but it wasn’t his husband’s voice.

“Babe, is this-is this real? Wh-What’s going on? Where are you?”

“In Josh’s fucking body, somehow, I have no idea what’s going on, woke up next to these two blonde girls, they weren’t even fucking gay! They lied about absolutely everything, anyway found your address on the phone, I’m driving to you right now,” That was definitely his husband, Grant had no doubt, “By the way, I didn’t touch those girls but I’ve masturbated like a hundred million times, it just won’t stay down!”      

Grant was in Ben’s body, he remembered that face pretty well, the smug grin, if it wasn’t his right now he’d be punching it. His body was well built, solid muscle, he had a tattoo on his forearm now, he didn’t like tattos but at least it wasn’t too big. If only he didn’t feel much shorter he thought he could get used to this.

“Fuck! I forgot Josh was the taller one!” was the first thing in Grant’s mind when his husband finally arrived sporting his new body.

“I know! I’m looking down on you! Isn’t it exciting?” Brandon exclaimed with childish excitement.

“Meh,” Grant said, trying to act like it didn’t bother him.

Perhaps as he was enjoying it a bit too much, Brandon didn’t notice how he had slowly started to assume a more dominant role. He walk towards Brandon with a lustful look in his eyes, oozing confidence and dominance in every step, he stopped right in front of Grant and after a kinky wink he kissed his husband’s cheek, Grant gulped and stepped back.

The height difference was merely a couple of inches and Brandon’s built was not considerably bigger but to Grant, a man who took praise of his formerly bigger, beastlier built and enjoyed teasing his husband for being so much smaller and way more submissive than he’d ever be, this was a major scare.

Brandon tried to be gentle on Grant the first couple of times, considering these bodies haven’t done anything like that before. The original Ben and Josh were only faking being gay before but there was no doubt their bodies were badly desiring the other right now, and after a few times, Grant found himself enjoying his new position more than he would ever dare to admit.

It wasn’t hard for Brandon and Grant to assume Ben and Josh’s identities and take over their business after finding out the secret magical herbs behind the success of the “Power House.” The original Ben and Josh failed to replicate the magical herb protein, they had lost lost all memory of magic and business. Eventually, they disappeared, leaving the new Ben and Josh to freely enjoy their new lives.

[theoldfamiliar]

Reclamation

“Bet you thought you’d never see me again, huh?”

Mark squeezed his small frame through the half-opened door and into Alex’s flat, taking advantage of his confusion.

“Do I know you?”

“Oh don’t you now? You fucking twat, you were going to take the exam then give my body back but you fucked off.”

A sly grin formed in Alex’s face, “How did you find me?”

“Well, I have my ways. Being in a stranger’s body also helps.”

“So I see. Never took you for the twink type. It is a nice change, I have to say. You really are cute, wait… does this mean you’re gay now?”

“Laugh all you want, I knew I was never gonna get anywhere in your body with my brain. I bumped into this kid on the street one day, he was drunk and small enough to get him to agree to the switch without getting my ass kicked. Figured I had a better chance at life as a stupid twink than a brainless nerd.”

“Haha, well, it was all your fault really. How could you be so stupid to think I was gonna give it back? And what makes you think I’m gonna do it now?”

“Like I said, I have my ways.”

Alex laughed in disbelief “you deserve this!” he said while demeaningly pointing at Mark’s body and then, after a kiss on the cheek and a very patronising spank, he added “Now be a good twink and I’ll let you suck my dick. Hell, I may even pity fuck you.” He grabbed the bulge on his jeans, “I know you want it.”

“I believe you’ve laughed enough, it’s my turn now.”

Their points of view shifted in a bright flash of green light and Alex knew he was screwed. He felt like crying but this would’ve only added to his embarrassment so he tried to remain calm and put his thoughts straight then maybe he could talk his way out this.

“So tell me, Mark, if you figured out a way to switch with people without their agreement, why didn’t you try finding a better body? I mean, I’ve taken good care of yours and it is greatly impressive, but I don’t know, I’m sure you could’ve easily found someone better or with a lot more money.”

“Oh I know. I guess It was more of a personal vendetta kind of thing, stealing some rando’s body wouldn’t have been nearly as satisfying.” Mark walked to the mirror to take a closer look at his own face. It had been so long. “You’ve taken good care of my body, honestly, I’m impressed.”

“But aren’t you going to miss this? It’s such a nice body, so soft, and look at this perky bum, it’s so smooth!” Alex slid his hands down his tight jeans to feel his new body up, thinking he could still convince Mark to switch them back, “looks like he’s got money too. Sure you want to give that up?”

“You are right, that is such a cute body, let’s have a proper look, shall we?” Mark proceeded to undress Alex and made him twirl as he tapped his bum, “I’ve had such fun in this body” He grabbed Alex’s bum more fiercely and slowly started to slide a finger down his cheeks but stopped when he noticed Alex’s nervous excitement “Oh, I’ve trained it so well.”

“So what now? You just gonna leave me in this kid’s body to figure out things on my own? Can you at least tell me who I am now? Help me out a bit?” Alex’s voice broke, he could feel his strength fading as his new reality started to sink in.

“Name’s Michael but you like being called Mikey and you’re 20 now, but don’t worry too much about it, I plan to keep you around.”  

“What about the life I’ve built these past years? My girlfriend?”

“A girlfriend? Look at you!” Mark was clearly enjoying this, “Yeah, that’s not gonna work. Girls aren’t really my thing anymore and, as you’re about to find out, you won’t be much into girls either” Mark could see how overcome by fear Alex was “Chill out Mikey, this is going to be fun.”

[theoldfamiliar]

What The Steam Changed.

“The fuck is going on here?” that’s the last thing Dylan heard before his mind went blank. He thought he had more time, his dad wasn’t supposed to come back until the following day. It was not fair! He was about to have sex with his sexy french hunk of a boyfriend for the first time but then his dad walked into them and shit hit the fan.

Dylan was below his boyfriend Pierre, he had a clear view of his bedroom door. Only their shirts were off as they had just begun to undress each other when Pierre noticed Dylan’s eyes went white, he was about to turn around to see what had caused such reaction on his boyfriend when he felt the hit, then another one, there was a lot of blood coming out of Pierre’s nose, Dylan just laid there motionless in bed, entering into a state of full shock as he disconnected himself from the material world, his dad grabbed Pierre and took him out of the house, then came back to deal with his son.

Dylan would spend the following days, or weeks, it may have even some months, there was no way for him to tell, time had lost strict progression for him, he was in complete autopilot, he didn’t speak, he barely ate, part of himself had stranded away and there was no sign of it ever coming back. His boyfriend had been AWOL since that day, but he couldn’t really blame him, nobody would want another beating like that.

For the rest of the world it had certainly been six days since that happened, and on the seventh day, Dylan came back, he woke up, fully aware of the world, he walked to the mirror and saw this light in his eyes he had never expected to see, he felt strong, powerful, he smiled at his reflection, he had a plan.

He heard his dad coming back from his morning run, timing was perfect, he walked downstairs and into his dad’s room, his dad was already in the shower, he loves to leave the door half open so the steam had gotten into the room, it was all over but Dylan could clearly spot the massive form of his father, he stood by the door just observing as his dad washed each and every one of the bulges on his impressively muscled body.

There was nothing out of the ordinary until his dad started to feel uncontrollably horny, Dylan smiled mischievously as he watched him passing his hands now very seductively all the way from his nipples to his massive 9 inch, he started stroking it and moaning softly, with each stroke the movements became faster and the moans louder, his dad was so caught up in the pleasure he couldn’t notice how his muscles were deflating as his body compressed, all of his body hair regrouped in his head and it grew longer, his skin became paler as it lost its golden tan and his features all over softened as he regressed in age until he was the same age as Dylan, nineteen.

The transformation came to an end as he reached the orgasm, the moaning had gone from a very manly grunt to a woman-like little panting in the end. He opened his eyes to see the steam had almost cleared out completely, and he noticed his son standing by the door.

“The fuck is goi…?” he wasn’t a man of many word, nor a man anymore for that matter “My voi… wha…?” he struggled to make a full sentence “Its sounds weird!” Dylan laughed as he spotted the thick accent.  

“Your English is terrible now, little Pierre,” Dylan said, that mischievous smile wouldn’t leave his face.

In panic, his dad observed the changes his body had gone through “Whaat?! Qu’est-ce…” the panic increased as the words started coming out of his mouth in french, “Why?!” he managed to say in the end.

“Well, my little french toy boy, thick accents turn me on,” Dylan said as he started walking towards his former father, growing taller with each step, his muscles were gaining mass and definition too, his hair changed in style and it spread a little over his body, he barely resembled his scrawny old self by the time he stood up in front of his former father, towering over the new french twink.

“I think we’re ready for a test drive,” he said, getting one step too close.

“Wh-what you mean?!” his father said stepping back from him, only managing to get his back against the wall.

“I made you, I made us,” Dylan added, his voice was deeper and commanding, “I want to try us.” he added as he seductively grabbed little Pierre’s face.

“I'm your father young man!” Little Pierre said, uttering his last words in English, his accent was getting stronger.

“Well you certainly don't look like him now. Younger man.” Dylan said as he noticeable became at least two years older, he was enjoying this too much. He stopped talking and started passing his hands over Little Pierre’s body, feeling the smoothness of his skin, the perfect bubbly shape of his plumpy ass, he had done a great job, Little Pierre tried hard to hide how much he was enjoying feeling such strong hands wandering around his body but his now tiny dicklet gave it away.

“Okay, you’ve become to fluent,” Dylan said, “from now on the only words you’ll say in English are ‘Yes,’ repeat after me ‘Yes,’ Come on! Say it!”

“Ou… Y-yes yes”  Litte Pierre yelled.    

“Good, good, now say ‘more,’ go on, repeat” Dylan said enunciating carefully, Little Pierre repeated after him, the accent was turning Dylan on badly, he began to kiss Little Pierre fiercely.

“More, more, more!” repeated Little Pierre in ecstasy.

“Okay, okay” Dylan said as he tried to recover his breath, “there’s only a few more words you need to learn, ‘Give it to me’, go on, say it.”

“Give it to me, give it to me” Little Pierre said softly.

“You also need to call me daddy,” Dylan added with a huge grin.

“Give it to me, daddy, give it to me,” Little Pierre said, then he moved closer and whispered it directly into Dylan’s ear, “Give it to me, Daddy.”  

Dylan was marvelled at his own creation, words left his mouth and just started kissing Little Pierre, the water from the shower was still running, and as it touched their warm skin steam began to cover the room until you could barely see the silhouette of the young foxy french twink being strongly dominated by his former son in the form of a young hairy hunk now. What a way to start a new year.

[theoldfamiliar]

Out of the Friend Zone

"Okay, so, are we really going to do this?" Sarah asked getting up and breaking the circle.

"Really?! Are you having second thoughts right now?! In this instant?! We've talked this through so many times already! we'll be doing them a favor," Michelle replied annoyed.

"Yes, yes, they'll become the hottest guys in campus, but would they like to, I mean, do you think they want to be turned into a couple of super sexy studs? And also if they suddenly become the most desirable guys in campus why would they still like us?"

"Because we were the ones who stood up for them when they were ugly and scrawny, that's how nerds work, they're loyal, and they are the biggest , most loyal nerds in the school, that's why we chose them in the first place, now let's get them out of the friend zone for good."

"Okay, but I still have a very bad feeling about this whole thing." 

The girls sat around the small caldron and formed the circle again, then they added the ingredients and recited the spell out loud, a spell that would turn each of the girl's best friend into the perfect guy for them, to some extent it was a very specific spell, it  even asked for an exact description of how they wanted the resulting transformation to turn out, but the girls had taken something for granted and they were about to find out what it was.

They didn't expect to see the perfect guy they had described so soon, they thought they were going to have to pay a visit to their respective nerd's dorm to see them, so when they opened their eyes and found said guy sitting right in front of them they screamed, loudly.

Their clothes had been all ripped, only their bras and underwear had been able to hold up, Michelle stood up in panic as if she had just seen a spider and it had tried to crawl up her leg, she got vertigo because of the huge height difference and finally let out a slow big "SHIIIIIIIIIT!" once she took a look in the mirror.

"I think I'm gonna need a bigger bra," she added added after a few seconds when her bra finally snapped because it wasn't able able to contain her amazing new pectorals any longer.  

Sarah was in complete shock, she kept pinching herself all over, trying to convince herself it was all a dream, she was having a harder time dealing with the change despite not looking that much different than her former self, except for the fact that she was a really hot guy now, Michelle, on the other hand had gone from a very petite blonde girl to a big black hung with a impressively ripped chest and body.

Michelle tried to calm Sarah down but she wouldn't listen, she was in such a trance so she slapped, she wasn't aware of how much stronger she was now and the slap came out too hard, but it worked.

Sarah came back to her senses and slapped her friend back "I told you I had a bad feeling about this!" she started yelling "Look at me! LOOK AT ME! … I am a fucking guy!… What are we going to do, eh? EH?!" she was beginning to loose it again.

It was a while before Sarah's ranting started to come out in sporadic understandable words "Oh God… I don't know why I listened to you… and I don't look anything like the guy I had described."

"No, but I do, don't I?" " Michelle quickly said, leaving Sarah completely mute, "and you, my dear, look exactly like the guy I've always wanted," she added as she walked closed to her friend and pulled her face up grabbing it gently by the chin, Sarah gulped, she knew what was coming and it frightened her but she simply couldn't fight it.

The kiss was long and deep, there was tongue involved, and both ends immediately declared it the best kiss ever, they were so sad they had to breath again.

Michelle pulled Sarah closer grabbing her by the ass "You have the perkiest butt," she said, giving it a big squeeze.

"Oh, but yours is also beautifully meaty." Sarah replied with a kinky smile while she did the same thing to Michelle's butt.

"Do you want to see which one is bigger?" Michelle said rubbing her  dick against Sarah's.

"Well, I know exactly how big yours is, and that almost translucent underwear you are wearing isn't really doing a good job at hiding it…" Sarah was trying to be playful but Michelle didn't have time for that, she was feeling so horny, she just took her former underwear off and throw it away.

"Okay, it actually looks bigger than what I had in mind." Sarah said looking a little scared.

"Well, you were kind of asking for something like this when you wrote down 'as big as his feet', just how big do you think a size 12 is?" Michelle said as she went for another kiss.

"Yeah but I'm wondering if I'm gonna be able to take it, I mean, in this body."

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle" Michelle said continuing with the kiss and slowly turning Sarah around for the big finale, "It looks like we will be getting two guys out of the friend zone after all," she added just before entering, they wouldn't be needing any more words for a while.

[theoldfamiliar]

The Elephant in the Pool

"Timmy, it's time! We can change back n… Who the fuck are you?" John asked angrily to the naked black stud who was in his bed.

"Hey! Watch that mouth little guy, your dad's gonna be pissed," the guy said half-awake.

"He's not my dad, and, SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Where the fuck is he?!"

"John? He said he was going to the pool." the man got up from bed, flashing John in the process.

"I am so going to kill him," John mumbled on his way to the pool.

John walked as fast as his now skinny 12 year-old legs allowed him to.

"Timmy you fucking idiot! I am going to kill yo… what the fuck did you do to my hair?!"

"I got it bleached! Don't you like it? Hector says it makes me look really hot!" Timmy shouted with childish excitement.  

"Who's Hector?"

A bearded latino emerged from the pool gasping for air, "Sorry babe, I guess blowjobs underwater are not possible," he said once he recovered his breath, then he planted an unrequited kiss on Timmy's lips.

"Aw, well, at least you tried, and hey! It felt nice, for a second," Timmy said giving Hector a little pat on the back.

Hector smiled and tried to go for another unsuccessful kiss, John just stood there watching, his shy little nephew looked so different now, he was so full of douchey confidence, just the way he used to be.

"The switch, intercourse made it longer, you've been having sex non-stop ever since we switched, haven't you? You never intended to switch us back, did you?" John said, he wanted to cry but he restrained, he wasn't going to give the former little fucker the satisfaction.

"Yep, sorry, wasn't it obvious?" He said grabbing Hector by the ass and pulling him closer to his naked wet body, teasing him with almost kisses just to get him all horny again.

"It was… I guess, shit! How come I didn't see it?" He asked not actually expecting an answer, "What if I tell your dad about what you did? Think he'll approve it?" John didn't really know what else to say, threatening to tell his dad was his very pathetic last resource.

"Oh my God, you're right! I had totally forgotten about him…"

"You see, what do you think he's going to say about it?"

"He's gonna be so pissed! He said he was coming to pick you up in two hours and that was like… two hours ago!"  

"That's right! Wait, what? You're seriously moving forward with this?!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, YES! How are you not getting it? There's like a huge elephant in the pool right now," Timmy said as he walked to the edge of the pool.

"I hate you," John said, making a bigger effort this time to hold back the tears.

"Oh, you'll get over it, now hurry up, you need to pack, vacation time is over." Timmy got out the pool and put his speedo back on, allowing John one last look at his magnificent member, that's when the tears started to fell uncontrollably.

John was still crying when his new dad and former brother came to pick him up, Timmy said it was because he didn't want to leave which was technically true, in the end his new dad forced him to leave, his former little brother was so intimidating now, he never dared to tell him, he probably wouldn't have believe him anyway and it would've definitely lead to a spanking session.

The new John waved his former uncle goodbye then closed the door behind him,  and there it was Giovanni, the Italian stud, "Good," he thought he was getting tired of clingy Hector, he was so lucky he had brought a couple more friends, with all of them he had enough fucking material to make the switch permanent.

[theoldfamiliar]

BodySwapClique here (on anonymous so I don't have to send this from my private personal blog) - just wanted to say thank you for the compliments! I really love your blog. Keep up the good work!

No need to thank, I’m a huge fan and I’ve always liked your stories :)!

[theoldfamiliar]

Introduction to Teaching

This story is also available en Español, right here. 

At first, the last year of high school didn't look like it could be any worse than any of the previous ones, that was until I saw Mr. Teran was going to be my English teacher, this was bad because of all the useless subjects they teach at school, English was the one I hated the least and of all the horrible teachers that had to teach all those useless subjects, it was universally acknowledged that Mr. Teran was the worst of them all, and he had a terrible smell.

English was my first class so I didn't have much time to assimilate the tragedy, I  went to the classroom and sunk into a chair at the back of the classroom, Mr. Teran came in and started talking, I couldn't hear any of the shit he was probably saying because his appearance was so distracting, he was this short, fat and bald guy who was always so sweaty and who had a very hairy nose, and I'm not talking about the hair that grows inside the nostrils, which is equally disgusting, but still normal, oh no, Mr. Teran had hairs growing on his pointy nose's bridge.  

But maybe if I had paid any attention to what he was saying, I would've listened when he said "Mr. Dana will be my replacement" and then maybe I wouldn't have fell so hard out of my chair when the new teacher came in.

It was as if someone had taken Mr. Teran's looks into consideration, and then they would've created the complete opposite of that. The new teacher was young, he looked like he was in his thirties, and he was also hot, like really hot, he was so hot I immediately felt the need to question my sexuality, not that I was completely sure of it before, it's just that assuming I was going to die a virgin I’ve just never bothered.

The new teacher turned out to be amazing, I was fascinated, he became a great friend and a mentor, I worked hard everyday to get good grades in his class, I wanted to be the best, and Mr. Dana was so proud and he would always smile and said, "Good Job, David."

Mr. Dana let me have lunch in his office, this was a relief because I didn't have to deal with the school bullies anymore, his office was really nice, it had this big, very fancy desk and a gigantic bookcase with all kinds of books on it.

One day when I went to his office to have lunch as usual Mr. Dana was sitting behind his desk, he had rolled up his sleeves, which he rarely did, and he was wearing his reading glasses, he seemed to be very into this weird little blue book it took him a while to notice I was there, when he finally did, he smiled at me and told me to take a sit.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I still haven't figured it out," he said without looking away from the book.

"Well, to me, it looks like an ordinary book."

"Then you Mister, are wrong," he said putting the book on the table.

Once he did that I saw that the little weird blue book, wasn't, it was hollow and on the inside it had this sort of medallion, it seemed to be made of silver and it had many inscriptions everywhere and in its very center there was this beautiful purple gem.

"Pretty, isn't it?, it feels very weird when you touch it, look," he reached out for my hand, and when he reached it I jumped a little, I had never felt so nervous before, "Trust me," he said giving me a comforting smile and suddenly I wasn't nervous anymore, I gave him my hand, he took it and pressed my palm against the purple gem.

The gem started getting really hot so I let go of it after a few seconds, then my entire body started tingling and my vision blurred slowly until it faded and I was left blind and confused for a couple of seconds.

When my vision came back, I was able to see an exact replica of myself but like in miniature looking up to me with a confident smile on his face, and then I screamed the loudest, highest-pitched, most childish scream the voice of Mr. Dana could've ever produced.

I was having a severe panic attack, I couldn't understand what was happening and, suddenly finding myself towering way over an exact replica of myself, telling me to not freak out wasn't really helping.

It took me a while to calm down, and it was then that I was able to appreciate the virtues of being in Mr. Dana's body, IT WAS AMAZING!, I felt huge, confident and with an incredible strength, as if I could pulverize a rock with my hands, or with my thighs which were equally impressive, I was trying not to look at my ass, fearing that it would make me question my sexuality even further though none of that mattered once I saw these really hard to ignore monster that had just awakened in-between my legs, that's when every doubt faded away and I knew there was no going back.

"I can't believe it, this is… Amazing, isn't it?!" Shouted Mr. Dana from my body.

I just nodded like crazy, I was having a hard time trying to articulate words.

We spent a long while looking at each other, mimicking the other's moves, then I tried to imitate the way he always acted and he tried to imitate me, it was the most bizarre thing ever but we were actually having a lot of fun.  

We stopped fooling around for a moment and I looked into his eyes, which were my eyes but now there was this confidence behind them, they were older, wiser even when my rosy cheeks made him look so innocent.

We came back to earth when the bell rang, lunch time was over.

"That's what they say, isn't it? Time flies when you're in someone else's body," I joked, he laughed, and then both our stomaches growled at the same time.

"We didn't have any time to eat, you can be late to your next class if you want, I'll write you a note, but I think we should switch back first."

We changed back and had lunch, he wrote me the note and I was about to leave when he stopped me.

"Would you like to switch again some other time?"  he asked.

"Of course!" I answered very enthusiastically, "Wait, are you sure? Remember you would have to be in my body," I added.

 "I don't really think it's that bad being you," he replied with a sincere smile, we said goodbye and I rushed out of there, I was already too late for my next class.

He spent the next few weeks teaching me everything about his life and I taught him everything about mine, we'd switch during lunch and sometimes after school, he'd make me practice the way he spoke, the way he moved, and how to be more confident, everything was easier in his body and going back to mine was getting harder every time.

Soon we started switching during the weekends, we shared everything and it was amazing, I met someone while I was in his body, I had sex in his body!, I thought he was gonna get upset, and he did, "You're too young! You don't know what you're doing," he told me, and made us switch back, but then he met him and he apologized, "You really know me," he said, and he was right, being in his body had changed me, one day I jokingly told him he should do the same for me, to try to meet someone I'd like while he was in my body, if it had been that easy for me I figured it would be even easier for him but he gave me this weird look and got very quiet all of a sudden, that's when I started to notice how being too much time in my body was changing him too, and that terrified him.

One day we were having lunch in each other's body and I noticed he was specially silent and he hadn't touched his food.

"Something wrong, Sam?" I was calling him by his first name now.

"No, everything's fine," he sounded upset, he didn't even look at me.

"Come on, we tell each other everything, if the soup tastes like shit you can tell me the truth."

He tasted the soup, maybe just to avoid talking about what was bothering him, "It's alright, tastes just like my mom's," he said.

Samuel Dana was an orphan, he never met his mom, he never tasted her soup, he was talking about my mom and her soup, it took him a while to realize this, and when he finally did he looked at me in horror.

"I think we need to change back," he stood up quickly and went to get the medallion, "We've spent too much in each other's body, I think we should stop," he added.

STOP?! He wanted to stop, being in his body was the best thing that had ever happened to me and now he wanted to stop, STOP?! I wasn't going to stop, I simply couldn't allow it.

The medallion was on the highest shelf of the bookcase and he was finding hard to reach it from my body.

"Let me help you," I said, I didn't have much time to think, I was consumed by my desire of staying in his body permanently, I got close and pretending I was going to take the book I pulled from the bookcase with all my strength until it fell, hitting him in the head on its way down.

He was left unconscious but the medallion was completely fine, I knew I had to destroy it so I took a hammer and hit it until there was just dust left, and after that I took the former Mr. Dana to the hospital.

I went back to my apartment in my now permanently amazing body and asked my boyfriend to move in with me, he said yes, and then I was definitely sure I had made the right choice.

When the former Mr. Dana woke up, I realized he had forgotten absolutely everything about the medallion and also about being Mr. Dana. He went back to school a couple of days later, fully converted in David, my former self, and became one of my best students, his grades were even better than mine! He also seemed really happy just like I was, life was amazing now and it didn't took me that long to get the hang of the whole teaching thing, apparently, I was really fucking good at it.

[theoldfamiliar]

An Old Familiar Message

Hello guys, just did a collaboration story with Male 2 Male Body Swap, it’s a great Tumblr blog in Spanish, you should definitely check it out!

The story is in Spanish but I’ll post an English version when I get back from work. 

Hola chicos, he escrito una historia en colaboración para el blog Male 2 Male Body Swap, un gran blog en Español, les recomiendo leerlo!

The Old Familiar will be back in a minute sometime later, I guess…

[theoldfamiliar]

The One with the Do-Over

Matthew Perry was sitting alone in a coffee shop writing ideas on a little notebook, he was wearing his darkest sunglasses and a hat, expecting to go unnoticed, he had even turned off his phone, he just needed a moment of peace to think about his next project, the last couple of years have been difficult on him, his latest shows had been a failure and his age and looks were beginning to become somewhat of an obstacle.

Matthew knew that, despite efforts to go incognito with his extremely clever disguise, his time of peace and solitude wouldn't last long being in a public place, he still wasn't expecting it to end by the hands of such a lousy kid.

Jimmy had been also sitting alone at the other end of the coffee shop when he saw someone who look like one of his favorite actors trying poorly to go incognito, he started moving from table to table, gathering courage to speak to him as he got closer and closer.

Once Matthew heard the sizzling but still kind of whispery noise he put his pen aside and closed his little notebook, he knew his timeout was over, he observed as Jimmy took a seat uninvited.

"Oh, please, sit," Matthew said, Jimmy didn't hear, he was still too busy making noises.

"You're Matthew Perry!"

"You think? I get that a lot."

"I love your show! It's so awesome, and Chandler's great! He's definitely my favorite!" Jimmy wasn’t really good at listening when he was excited.

"You and a couple of millions more, boy, I'm still being haunted by its ghost." Matthew said, staring blankly at his coffee.

"Why do you say it like that?" Jimmy had remembered how listening worked "Isn't it cool to have such a successful show on your resume?"

"Don't get me wrong, I loved working on the show, and everything, but when you are in such an acclaimed and beloved show everything you do next has to be as big, or bigger than that, otherwise it's considered a great failure.

"But why bother? You already made it, I'm still auditioning and shit, and there's a million other boys, and I have a terrible agent, and it sucks, I wish I were past that, like you, you already went through that, you know how to do things now."

"You should enjoy the ride, it takes a while to get to know how to do things kid, and, even when you do, there's absolutely no guarantee your project will be successful, the media is unpredictable," Matthew said, the conversation had made him weirdly thoughtful.  

"I still think it'd be better, 'cause even if your project fails, you're already famous and you have lots of money, you still have a pretty great life, I wish I had that."

"Well, I'd give you mine but I'm kind of using it," Matthew said, "and now if you excuse me, I have to go use it somewhere else."

Matthew then said goodbye properly, Jimmy asked him for a picture before he left, Matthew wished the best for him, he was a nice kid after all, maybe he'd be seeing his face on a huge billboard some day.

What Matthew didn't know was that he would be seeing Jimmy's face again as soon as the following morning, when he woke up in a strange bedroom that looked like it belonged to a 16-year-old, and then he walked to the nearest mirror to confirm it did.

"What the hell?" Matthew said, his voice coming out in the recognizable high sizzling noise of former Jimmy's.    

Matthew immediately tried to call his old number, but it kept going straight to voicemail, he didn't know what else to do, he didn't have a penny and his "mom" had a pretty busy schedule for him, and he was finding it was really hard trying to do anything from the inside of a horny teenager's body.

Eventually the tasks became easier once new memories started filling his mind, and he started looking at the bright side of the situation.

On the other side of the city, the former little Jimmy woke up alone in a luxurious apartment, and in the body of one of his favorite actors, he was really excited for a while, he started doing all of the things his mom would've forbidden.

He was excitedly jumping all around but his extremely energetic personality stumbled against one obstacle, having the body of a 45-year-old man in not a really good shape, he got quickly tired and found himself needed some time to rest, luckily he already had a couple of ideas on how to get a relaxing time, this is of course, a lot easier when you're rich and famous.

"I'll have to work on getting into better shape" he promised himself, a promise he forgot way too quickly.

A couple of weeks later the new Jimmy tried to get in contact with his old body only for one last time to find out the number had been changed, it was alright, he was just going to say goodbye anyway, he wanted to make sure the new Matthew was okay with that, then he saw in the news that "Matthew Perry" was going to be starring in a new show on CBS and it looked promising so he figured he'd be alright and started thinking about all the possibilities his new life offered, Jimmy was an aspiring actor, maybe he could continue on that path, or maybe he could try something else entirely, there were so many things he could do now, and he was lucky he already knew how to do (certain) things.

[theoldfamiliar]

Cinematic Arachnology 103

I will never forget my first spider-man comic book, that's the kind of things a kid never forgets, I was instantly fascinated with the character, a super intelligent skinny kid who gets bitten by a radioactive spider and gains superpowers, what's not to love?

So you can't imagine how excited I was when I heard they were going to do a big movie, and the director was going to be none other than Sam fucking Raimi! But then I guess you know the rest of the story, two good films with a kind of dull but okay enough Spidey then that thing that was the third one, then the reboot, a much better Spidey in an okay film then a shitty sequel and then it was reboot time again, but there was real hope now that Marvel had finally stepped in.

I was just waiting to see who'd be the one to take on the role and I was especially excited this time because I was working as a boom operator in the FUCKING CIVIL WAR MOVIE! And even though nothing had been confirmed I was pretty sure the new Spider-Man was going to make his debut there and I was going to be one of the first persons to see him, but then they announced this weird-looking kid would be playing my favorite super-hero and I just lost my shit.

I let the news sink in, and  I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, after all I was still working in the Civil War movie and so far the experience had been incredible, I've met all of the actors, and they were all super cool.

One day I spotted the kid on the set, and I thought the moment of truth had arrived, sadly I wasn't going to be working in any of his scenes for a while, but I kew it wouldn't take long, and I was right.

They were filming a scene with Tom that day, Robert Downy Jr. and Chris Evans were in it, and Tom was going to be wearing the suit, I was so excited I was sure that when I saw him in full Spider-Man mode he was going to grow on me, but boy was I disappointed!

The kid was awful, he was even duller than Tobey's Spidey! And he kept screwing every take, we had to do like 20 in 6 minutes, It was such a letdown, I could already see it, "Spider-Man is being rebooted again in 2020, someone please kill uncle Ben once and for all!" I was so disappointed I started to feel physically unwell, my blood pressure was getting so low and I started to feel really dizzy until I fainted.

I had a dream where I was in bed and Robert Downey Jr. and Chris Evans were naked by the side of my bed asking me if I was okay, then I realized it wasn't a dream, except maybe for the part where they were naked, a personal fantasy of mine, I must admit, but they were really by my side and they were actually asking me if I was okay, I was so overwhelmed to see everyone had stopped working just to make sure I was okay, I've never considered myself to be that important.

I was trying to get up when I noticed I was now wearing a really tight suit, and I didn't look nearly as fat as I thought I would in a suit of those, but then I saw my reflection and suddenly it made sense that people had stopped everything they were doing because of me, I was in Tom's body now, and, holy shit! I was in Tom's body!

"Tom, are you feeling okay?" Robert asked.

I saw myself among the crew, whoever was in my body didn't seem to have any idea of what had happened, he looked concerned but just like everybody else.

"I'm fine," I said, my voice was super weird now and I had this accent "maybe I'm just a little overwhelmed," I added.

"Overwhelmed? You tell me! I'm in a movie with Spider-Man!" Chris said, he was definitely joking but it made me feel better.

They gave me a few minutes to rest so I went back to my trailer to freak out properly, I WAS IN SOMEONE ELSE'S BODY! I was supposedly 19 but I looked like I was 13, maybe 14 and I was so fucking short! This was my biggest complaint considering I used to be taller than Chris Hemsworth, but I decided none of that mattered because now I had a real chance to do Spider-Man justice and I was definitely going to take it!

I went out there and nailed the scene in one take! Luckily I had learnt the dialogue from watching the old Tom screwing the same scene take after take earlier that day, everyone was amazed by the sudden change of attitude.

The only downside apart from being incredibly short is that I am now the youngest actor in the MCU and everyone keeps patronizing me and treating me like a kid, which is really not that big of a deal but it stills bothering me considering that I am technically, almost an adult, I guess my 14-year-old looking face doesn't help, damn! I hope I grow up nicely, maybe this body is a late bloomer.

Anyway, in the end I think it's a very small price to pay for such an opportunity, and I am no longer fat which is awesome! I'm really athletic, I've been doing my own stunts without getting tired or anything, oh and also, I look pretty damn sexy in my skin tight suit, I hope the world is ready, 'cause I plan to be Spider-Man for a very long time.

[theoldfamiliar]

Could you write a story with enzo carini? He's a a&f model

I know him! I will ;^) 

[theoldfamiliar]

Locked Up

Jonas and Marc were two little geniuses, they had skipped a couple of grades and at 14 they were the youngest seniors in their high school which made them the jocks' favorite recreation, they might as well have attached a blank to their backs.

A couple of months ago they have found out a couple of jocks who were doing really bad and weren't going to be allowed to play football unless they grades improved so they offered them to do their coursework in exchange of their protection.

The players agreed, and both parties had been sticking to their end of the deal so far, and everything was going great but the final game was at hand and Jonas and Marc were worried about what would that mean for them but (un)fortunately they were about to find out.

"Don't know, but it seems brainy enough for me" Theo, the somewhat smaller, clever-looking jock said.

"Well, these guys haven't failed us so far"

"Yeah, it almost makes me sad the deal is over"

"Yeah, right?, Well, this doesn't mean…"

"Oh, boy" he said  and gave a mischievous grin to his friend.

"It means" completed the sentence.

"But, but…"

"No, no, no, no buts, you don't now for how long we've been wanting to hit you again."

"Yeeeaaah!" exclaimed Ron, the dumber jock.

"Basically, since we stopped."

Marc and Jonas both gulped and stepped back at the same time.

Now it's time for a celebratory end of the deal beating

"Hell, yeah!" the dumber jock said while throwing a punch to Marc's stomach "Hey! I still can punch!" he yelled as he carried on "Punch, punch! Punch!"

Marc kneeled down in pain, he embraced his own stomach, trying in vain to use his forearms as a shield, the dumber jock wouldn't stop kicking, his friend was having too much fun watching Marc twist in pain he had forgotten about Jonas.

"Oh, right, you need to get some too." he said as he walked to Jonas, he cracked his knuckles and raised his fist throwing a big punch right into Jonas's face.

"Now Jon! Do it now!" An aching Marc managed to yell at his friend.

And this is what happened during the following three seconds: Jonas raised his hands to his face to block the punch, there was a small, shiny object in his hand, some sort of medallion and Theo's punch went straight to it, a bright white light emanated from the medallion as it shattered into a million of very tiny pieces,  the punch made its way past Jonas's hands once the medallion was out of the picture and ended up landing hard on Jonas's eye, a loud high-pitched scream was heard, it came from Jonas's mouth, except it wasn't Jonas's mouth anymore.

Jonas stood straight, now towering over his former body, he looked at his strong muscular hand in awe as he undid the punch that had taken landed him this victory.

"IT WORKED!" the other jock yelled in amazement looking not so dumb for a minute.  The new jocks high-fived each other and bump their chests in celebration, then, after a moment of pure bromance, their eyes locked passionatedly.

"God, you look so… so…" Jonas didn't have the time to finish what he was trying to say since all the air from his lungs was now being sucked away by  Marc's new lips.

"Hey! Don't do that! Those are our bodies! WE DON'T KISS!" Theo yelled.

"Well, aren't your bodies anymore, dumbass, and, you should, kissing is awesome!" Marc said before proceeding to kiss his friend again.

"Now what do we do about these two?" asked Jonas.

"I have an idea! Do you think there's some kid-sized uniforms around?!, I bet the'll look so cute in them!" Marc replied in excitement.

There was indeed a couple of uniforms small enough to fit the former jocks' new bodies, the humiliation of being stripped in their new lanky bodies and getting dressed in those uniforms like cute little puppies in human clothes was enough to left the former jocks speechless.  

"Oh my god look at you two!" Jonas exclaimed.

"Yeah! You look so cute, we gonna put you on this lockers so  the other guys can see you when they come, you'll be like our lucky charm."

"Now, what about we hit the showers together, we should be really clean, you know, for the game, of course." Jonas said in a very inviting tone walking towards the showers, Marc just nodded and followed him.

The former jocks were hopeless, resigned to their new lives they didn't even attempt to leave the place, they stayed there alone but they wouldn't be alone for much time since the other jocks were about to arrive, and that's when their real punishment would start.

[theoldfamiliar]

Something In Return

"But dad, this isn't fair!" Jimmy whined.

"How is it not fair exactly?" Mr. Burke said, without looking away from the mirror.

"I am the one who's been working out really hard since last year so I could look great for the beach this summer."

"And I was the one PAYING for your gym membership AND your protein things and for practically everything during your ENTIRE life so your body looked this great so I could borrow it for the summer, it was about time I got something out of it!"

"Summer?! You said it was only going to be for just one week!"

"Boy, I'm a working adult, summer only lasts one week for me, I go on this little getaway, I relax, have some well-deserved fun, then I come back, we switch back and everything goes back to normal" Mr. Burke said as he continued packing for his week at the beach.

"And I get to stay here by myself and do what I want?" Jimmy was starting to look at the bright side of the situation.

"Yes, it's vacation week, so you won't have to worry about work or anything, just let me have this and you can do whatever you want, as long as it's nothing life-threatening or illegal, you can even drink beer and smoke if you want, I won't mind."

Jimmy thought about all the possibilities and got lost in his imagination.

"I can have sex!" he said in a tone that was way too 17-year-old for his now 46-year-old body.

"Well, you can try but good look with that… Wait! You mean you HAVEN'T?!"

"Nuh-uh" Jamie confirmed embarrassedly.

His boy was really good looking so the confession really surprised Mr. Burke.

"It must be really hard when you're feeling this horny all the time" Mr. Burke, added.

"I mean, I've tried, but, it's hard, you have no idea how hard it gets sometimes"

"Oh, boy, trust me, I know exactly how hard it can get" Mr. Burke replied in a mischievous tone, probably not talking about the same thing his son was.

"This is gonna be interesting" he added, grinning at his reflection.  

Mr. Burke finished packing while his son inspected every outfit he was taking, he wanted to make sure his reputation wouldn't be tainted by his father's fashion sense during the week at the beach.

"Wait! Is that a speedo?!"

"Yeah, I got a couple of very sexy ones, they look so hot on me now."

"BUT I DON'T WEAR SPEEDOS!"

"Good, 'cause 'you' wouldn't look good in one." he joked, "Relax, these will make you very popular among the guy…irls, girls!"  

"Dad, I'm getting a weird feeling about you, are you trying to tell me something? Are you… gay?"

"Look, son, it's normal now that kids experiment while they're in their teens, and back then it wasn't, so I didn't get to experiment, and… it'll make you look good, I promise!, You'll look brave and it'll make you popular and shit, your chums will be very impressed."

"This isn't going to work! They'll find out it's not me! And I don't call them that!"

"Relax! It's not like I'll be doing much talking, everything will be fine!"

"What do you mean by that?!"

"They're here!" Jimmy's friends conveniently arrived and started honking hysterically.

"Wait! What do you mean by that?!"

"There's no time, I'll see you in a week!" Mr. Burke grabbed his bag and left to enjoy his summer week vacation in his son's body.

It wouldn't be until six weeks later that they'd find out that for the potion that had switched their bodies, "summer" was more of a permanent thing, but by then they were both pretty used to their new lives.