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It was one of those days. I didn't sleep well and, I don't know really why, but when I don't, I find myself daydreaming. I imagine of swapping bodies with everyone I see in the streets. I watch a lot of porn, more than I have the force to admit. I complain, I blame it on whatever, but I know it's because of sleep deprivation. And still, I do not do anything to sleep more.

I can not focus on my studies so I leave the library and go to the gym. I push hard, but I really can not perform. I turn on the volume of my iphone, but despite how loud the music I cannot erase my crappy thoughts.

I waste three minutes undecided as to what song to play next, when across the gym I see this blond guy in a striped top.

Holy Fuck! I'm like star struck. I cannot take my eyes off him. I run on the treadmill, I row, but every other minute I find my eyes returning to him. The way he moves and lifts weights is amazing. I had never seen someone like him. He passes his hand through his hair and I almost come. I'd better go, I think.

I go to the changing room. I take off my shirt and, as usual, I take a picture. (I know I'm fucked up, leave me in peace). 

And it is at that moment that I see him coming to the changing room. I hide inside one of the toilets and spy him. The guy opens his locker and takes out a bottle of water. He returns to the gym leaving the locker open.

I come closer and open it. Inside there's his gym bag, his boots, his clothes. Hanging from the hook a 

beanie. I put that one when I see the guy is back. 'What the fuck!'

I don't know what to do and I punch him in the face. He falls to the ground. I drag his body into one of the toilets. Other people are coming. I hold my breath. I hear voices, the noise of objects getting dropped, of zips getting unzipped. And I'm here with this hot body in my arms. It is at that point that I kiss him. My body metamorphoses into his.

I quickly take his clothes off and put them on. His white underwear, his jersey trousers, in whose pockets I found his black iphone. I do not bother about his striped top but I keep the beanie on.

The voices grow quieter. I put my clothes on him and leave the toilet.

Wow. At the mirror, looking back at me there is this hot blond guy.

I get back to the locker and quickly gather my stuff, among which I find a wallet. 'Travis' That's my name now? After a few hours I am in an apartment I have never seen, playing with a wardrobe that is definitely not mine. I don't have baseball hats. I have never been in New York.

It's like playing with dolls. I put stuff on and off for hours and take pictures of me all the time. By looking here and there I start getting a sense of whom Travis may be, but I also think that I can now turn it the way I want. Is this another chance in life? I hope at least I can sleep better, finally.

Another frame

Even if I try, I have the feeling I will never become a hunk. I do try to do push-ups and I run in the park, but my body always remain flabby. It's as if my body did not want to change. Anyway, so far, this is my best shot.

My older brother tells me to wait, that I'm still young, that I will develop a frame as impressive as those that I admire on the covers of Men's Health. He lent me his copies of the magazine, which I read religiously, from cover to cover. One day I even sneaked into his room while he was not there and put on his sneakers and his shorts. I did some crunches than I took the tube of protein powder he keeps on his shelf and served me a shake in the kitchen. I wanted to grow so badly.
And I wished I could be like my brother. My brother is a stunner. Look at him.

Then the very same day I don't know what took me, but I started plotting. I waited for my brother that night. He came back late, but thank god he slammed the door and woke me up. While he was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, I sneaked into his room and hid under his bed. He got back, tossed his shoes in a corner and lay on his bed. He took out his phone and started watching videos on it. I could hear men moaning and I moved my head a little, just enough so I could see what was going on. On the screen a man was touching himself. And so was my brother. The bed was shaking a little, gentle vibrations that somehow turned me on. Then I changed plan. I originally wanted to kiss him while he was asleep, but the video gave me an unexpected energy. I stood up and, as dark as a shadow, I grabbed his penis. 'What the fuck!' he shouted, but it was too late. I could feel my body transforming, my muscles growing, my head spinning. His body turned more and more flaccid, like a balloon that is deflating. My hair grew shorter, my chin square. I could feel my rib cage changing position.
I grew taller and so did my grin. 'What the hell is going on', he squeaked. 'Hey, this is not my voice!' he said horrified. 'What is happening?'
Quite frankly I did not know. He had turned into my small little me and I had acquired his body, his shredded, unbelievably muscular body. 'WHAT DID?' 'Sshhh'. I put my hand on his mouth.
'You don't want to wake up mam and pop, do you? Don't worry. It's just a dream.'
He shook his head. It was not just a dream. His tears started flowing across my fingers.
'Don't worry, everything will be fine tomorrow.' I hugged him. I hugged that little deflated, ill-formed balloon. I didn't like it. I didn't like touching that ill-formed body, but I stayed there and waited until he stopped sobbing.
'Everything will be OK. Do not worry a bit.'
He nodded. 'Now, go to your room. And put some clothes on. We don't want people to find us this way. Then it will look even weirder.' He nodded even if he could not stop weeping. I kept him close to me and accompanied to what was once my room. I put him in bed. I kissed him on the forehead and also on the mouth. Why not? I thought.
I closed the door behind me. He was still weeping. I could hear him. So I went to bathroom and turned the shower on. I took a picture of me and then jumped in the tub. I touched myself. I spread my hands all over that ripped surface that was my body. Then I dried with a towel, I put on a tee and a leather jacket and went out. I could not wait to have men drooling all over me.