The Steamy Room

We were training in the gym as usual, me and Greg. It was another usual Monday.

'We're doing arms today', said Greg, patronising. 

He very often had that tone, of a father teaching his little son, but I didn't mind it. He was still very nice of him to go at my own pace. It took me twice the time he took Greg to lift those featherlight dumbbells. Gosh, they seemed so heavy.

Every time after doing his set, he stood next to me, in his black tank top and black beanie, encouraging me to lift weights one more time. 'C'mon Alex, you can do it,' he encouraged me. 

It was patronising, of course. But it was also very nice.

The best part of every workout was however the sauna afterwards. We went there fully dressed, careless of the rules of the gym. In the afternoon it was only the two of us anyways. We usually stayed there for 10 or 15 minutes, until the heat started really hurting.

We usually sat next to each other. His bare shoulder touching mine. We kept our eyes closed and enjoyed lengthy flights of imagination. Sometimes we did not even exchange one word.
On that Monday, I do not know why, I thought it would be nice to wake up in Greg's body. It's not something I put much thinking into. If I were really to choose a body to swap, I'd have picked a taller, more handsome one. Yet, on that day I had a strange fascination for my buddy. I felt my penis getting harder. I was indulging a little too long in this thought when Greg patted me. 'C'mon Alex, let's go. I'm hot.'

We left the steamy room and it's then, when I was standing up, that the unbelievable happened. Out of the mist, I reliazed that I had turned into Greg. I had his cap and tank top on. We looked at each other, but we didn't scream as characters do in the movies. Rather, we were silently stunned. Greg, in my body, was looking intently at me. 'Gosh, it looks so different from the pictures I usually take of me. I'm not that pretty after all.' I was speechless. We turned to the mirror.
'Gosh I have to take a picture,' he said. I did that too. Someone entered in the bathroom.

'Oh Fuck. What can we do now?'
'What kind of stupid question is this, Greg' I said. 'How the fuck can I possibly know what to do after swapping bodies?' I didn't know know where the tone came from, but I was only half displeased of having shushed Greg.
'Well, my mum is coming to pick me up in 10 minutes,' I said trying to convince me that everything was still normal. It was at that moment that Greg gave me his hoodie. 'Oh well, I suppose this one now belongs to you.' He instead picked my backpack. We had exchanged everything now.
It was awkward. And yet, I felt weirdly turned on.
We agreed to call each other later on. We knew our respective parents well enough to play along for one night. We had the same homework to do. It would not have been difficult to fake it for as long as we stayed in each other's feet.

But, man, what I did not realize was how much I loved being in Greg's body.
Once home, the first thing I did was posing in front of the mirror. I stood there for at least ten minutes.

My room was a mess, but who fucking cared with those arms and that flat stomach? I must have taken fifty pictures, excited as I was by my new frame. I then ran to the bathroom, took off my tank top and gasped at my own sight. I was shredded!

I leaned out, shouted that I had to take a shower and shut the door. I removed my pants and weighted my new round long penis. I then turned on the shower and starting masturbating over the tub. I moved my hand over my ripped body, enjoying it as if it were the body of a person I was making out with. I was making out with myself. And I often took pictures as a way to show that there was something outside of myself. I still could not believe I was there, in that body!

I was still in this euphoric state when Alex called me on the mobile. We chat for a long time, finally agreeing to see each other the morning after, at a café nearby. I nodded to everything, but I couldn't care less. The morning after I put on a pair of red jeans and a hoodie and went straight to school. Alex found me around lunchtime while I was talking to a girl.
'What the hell is wrong with you?' he said. 'Nothing Alex. I'm sorry I was late this morning.'

'You call me Alex?'

'And what else should I call you? Dumbass?' I grinned and shrugged away. 'See you later.'

I disappeared in the crowd of high school kids.

My Shorter Boss

I was a bit late for the meeting. Actually it was not that important. I could have arrived late. It was just drinks after all. But my hands were sweaty and I had to keep focusing on the road.

I was still a bit incredulous that Jamie agreed to grab a drink with me. I know that he wanted to ask me about a project. Yet, I still do not understand why, amongst all the people of our team, he picked me. Everyone would have liked to help Jamie, the new manager. He had arrived just a week ago and he already made a great impression on everyone. He threw a great party at his house. And we were all jealous by the way he dressed, which is way swankier than the clothes we wear here.

And this time was no less different. Besides a white tee, he put on some designer jeans, a Louis Vuitton belt and some D&G sneakers that must have costed him a fortune. He was standing there, outside the bar, smoking, a drink in his hands. After I parked, we started chatting.

Then he came to the point. Jamie wanted to know about the gay bars in the area. He wanted to get laid. That came as a bit of a surprise, but I should have guessed it. Actually the way he dressed explained it all. Sometimes we're just blind to the obvious. The revelation aroused me. I felt my cock getting harder and curving inwards. I lingered over his neck and his bulging, waxed chest. I even found his large watch incredibly sexy. It showed how successful he was. Was I getting a crush on my new boss? No. I didn't want him. I wanted to be him. I was getting a boner because an idea came to my head.

When he went to the bathroom I followed him. 'You need to pee too, Ralph?' he asked. 'No, not really.' I got closer to him. 'I came here because I'm going to be you.' And it did happen. No magic words, no stupid talismans. My sheer will was enough to make my brain enter his head and take possession of that body. It was smaller. His fingers, for instance, were tighter. And I could see everything at a lower lever. I glimpsed at myself in the mirror and was amazed by the transformation. Jamie, in my old body, was a bit dazed. 'What the hell did happen?' I was already out of the bathroom. I put on Jamie's leather jacket and left. 'Barman, my friend Ralph is paying. I gotta go.'
Twentyfive minutes later I was in his house, contemplating my crotch.

I unzipped my jeans and came on the floor. I undressed and went to the bathroom. I started flexing. I took a picture and I sent it to Ralph.

He didn't like it.

 Crazy Ralph. When he arrived the police was there, waiting for him. The day after I had to sack him. Apparently he made a mess at the bar too, he punched two people, and I had to go to apologize. It didn't matter. I was ecstatic and I adored my new position as a manager. I was very good at it actually and everyone seemed pleased with my decisions. It's just incredible that I never knew that before as I never had that opportunity.

Yet what I really adored was going to the gym. I liked the gym before too, but now it was a different thing. People were looking at me in a sexual way. I felt I could control everyone's mind. And I couldn't stop taking pictures of myself.

I did that at home, too, spending way too much time finding the right position and changing tank tops.
I started uploading them on Instagram. Vanity, of course, but isn't it totally justified in my case?

Tatted

We were having tea next to each other. He poured me a cup. 'Here you go. This is how I like it.' He then sat next to me, silent. It was weird being at Anna's place without Anna. It was probably also a bit rude of her to make me bring her bike back and not be present. But it did not matter. I was weirdly enjoying the company of Sam, her new boyfriend.
Sam had the whole package. The beard I was trying to grow but which I was years away from getting and a body covered in tattoos. He had a sleek haircut and took care of his great body.
Instead, I was scruffy and a bit flabby. I dressed without much thinking: flannel shirts and whichever tee I had at hand. Gosh, I wished I had his body. The desire was so intense that I my crotch started filling up.
I turned and looked at him. He stopped stirring his cup and raised his chin. 'What the fuck, Andy! You look creepy.' But he couldn't finish the sentence that something magic happened: I entered his body and he transferred to mine.
He started looking around confused, he raised his hands and looked at them. I didn't give him the time to even mutter a word. I hit him with my head and his upper body fell on the table unconscious. I then found some tape on a shelf and sealed his mouth, tied his hands and dragged him to the storage room. I did all this quickly, as if I had done it millions of times. It helped that I knew the house.
Then I went to the bathroom, undressed and took a photo of me.

I looked awesome. I had the right tattoos in the right places and the 6-pack I had always dreamed of. And that beard. I jerked off right there, over the sink while with one hand I was touching my new face and my hair. I was ecstatic. I had to take a picture and memorialize the moment.
I then took some wax and remodelled my hair, went to Sam's room and pulled out some fresh clothes. A white tee, a pair of jeans. I loved pulling the tight jeans against my thighs. I liked the pressure of the denim against my skin. Then I put on his battered Dr. Martens. I rolled the hems of my jeans. I took another picture.

It felt good. I felt like smoking. I grabbed a package of cigarette that was lying on the table, I finished my cup of tea, took Sam's backpack and went out, in the streets of London. I could see some girls staring. I felt invincible and mysterious. I felt I could finally do everything I wanted.