Buff

The awesome thing about being buff is the boost you give to your self-confidence. With those pecs and biceps and abs you don't care about anything anymore. It feels normal to go outside shirtless, it's OK to flirt with the bartender. You feel invincible, that you can do anything and you no longer care about other people's judgment. That's at least what I felt since I got this body.

I got three days ago and there's no way I'm going to give it back. I'm sorry for my bro Ryan, but he has to deal with it. Shit just happens sometimes. He didn't end up in a terrible body after all. I was fine with my body. I got quite a few guys and, to say the truth, my boyfriends were better looking than Ryan's. But that's probably because Ryan never needed boyfriend and I'm certainly not going to stop sleeping around.

Anyways, it all started three days ago, I was saying. Ryan and I went out with our friend Stacy, who had just been fired. It sucks, I know. We were having drinks and we were fooling around. W

We commented on a couple of funny youtube videos in the darkness of the bar and did all we could to cheer her up. We danced a little. We made fool of ourselves. Ryan got a superlong straw just to make her laugh. We asked her countless questions. It only half worked. 'I'm going home, guys. Thanks for the drinks and for your awesome support.' We begged to stay a little longer. It was only 9pm after all. There was nothing to do. And that's at that point that Ryan said. Wait: we need you to take a picture of us. It's for this face-swap app which I've just downloaded and it's totally cool. She nodded and took a snapshop of us.

Ryan then opened the app and showed how he could flip our faces and move his on my body and viceversa. The result was more pathetic than funny.

'Thanks for trying Ryan, but I'm OK. Rally.' She kissed him on the cheek and left the bar. He was stirring nervously his drink with the straw. I looked at him.
'What's this button?' I asked while pointing to this flashy red on the display of his phone. It said 'transform'. 'I've no idea,' he said intrigued and he clicked. Soon I felt an unbearable pressure on my face, as if I were parachuting or diving, which lasted just a moment. I turned around, no one seemed to have noticed a thing. We life in the bar went smoothly, as just a minute before. I turned my face and I got slapped.
'What the hell!'
While opening my eyes I got confused. In front of me there was my body, in my blue V-neck, with my drink. I looked at my hands. I was holding this drink with this ridiculously long straw. And I had these bulging pecs. I raised my head. We had switched bodies. Oh geez.
We went to the bathroom and talked animately for a while. I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror. Holy shit. I had the best body I had ever seen. 'Ryan, can you stop flexing? It's really not cool. I'm talking.' 'I'm sorry bro,' I said 'but it feels good. It feels SO good.' I was smiling in a way that must have looked rude. 'It's not funny. We need to find a way out of this.'
We used the app again, but searched for solutions online. Nothing.
While he was looking at websites, I lifted my eyes and met those of this handsome guy who started at me intently. I rubbed my hand over my chest and he did the same over his crotch. Gosh, it was sexy.
'Can you stop doing that? We need to find a solution.' 'Oh sure. Sorry.'
After two hours we still had not found anything. We went home together. As I was going to uni, it was not that I had to wake up early or anything and I could have spent the night at Ryan's. Oh well, that was now my place actually.

After half an hour, he knocked at the bathroom door. 'Ryan, what the hell are you doing?'
What do you think I was doing? I was doing what every other guy would have done in my shoes: I kept contemplating myself at the mirror and jerking off. 'One moment. I said.'

'What are you doing?' 'Nothing' I said. 'Where you masturbating.' 'No!' 'Oh my god. Yes, you did!' 'No. I didn't' What the hell! He became hysterical. He wanted to see my penis as he was sure that I had jerked off. He went on for 10 minutes, after which I agreed to take off my pants.
'I knew that!' he cried with a victorious smile. 'I knew that!' he repeated to my face, which I took and lowered. 'It's OK, babe, I said. You won.' and, while keeping lowering his head: 'Now, suck.'
at first he hesitated but then he did. He started sucking and sucking.
Oh my. It felt good. I kept pushing his head against my crotch. I wanted to reach the back of his mouth with my cock. I wanted to hit the back wall of his larying with my penis, I wanted to wreck his vocal chords. I wanted him to stop talking. I started pushing his head harder and faster.
'Wait Ryan! Not so fast. I'm suffocating.' I didn't care. Lord, it felt good. 'Wai--- Ry---wha----ck'
I came in his throat, splashing his mouth and teeth. Wow. It felt good.
I released my grip. He stood up. 'What the hell Ryan, did you want to kill me?' He started yelling and went on for a good ten minutes, after which someone knocked at the door.
'Fuck'. It was the neighbour. 'I'm sorry. I'm trying to sleep, Ryan. Could you please stop doing whatever you're doing?' 'Oh. I'm terribly sorry. I didn't noticed the time, but do not worry my friend is leaving.' 'What?' I grabbed his stuff and put him at the door. After three minutes I locked the door behind me. He kept on knocking, complaining. I just put my headphones on and started listening to music. After fifteen minutes he was gone. I sat at my computer and started looking if there was someone only ready for a hookup.

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.