tftrickstergod
tftrickstergod
TFTricksterGod
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Here for body swaps, possessions, shapeshifting, and other TF stuff, especially race change! I love role-play! Hit me up if you're 18+, I don’t bite, I'm a good boi... (no pedophiles, no fascists)
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Last thing you expected to come back from class to was my roommate laying in my bed like this. Sprawled on your bed practically naked. Normally the too serious homophobe douchebag would never put himself into a situation like this, like ever.
“Mike? What the hell are you doing?”
“Sup babe, like what ya see?” He says with a wink, and a seductive tone that sounded weird paired with his deep bro-ish voice.
“Babe?..what are you talking about? Is this some kinda joke??”
“What’s wrong? Don’t recognize me with this jock on?”
What was he talking about? Why was he talking about himself like that? Then it started to hit you. Your boyfriend had been going on and on about dark magic shit, and getting back at your roommate for being a dick. But there was no way.
“Wait..Joey? Is that you in there? But how, how is that possible?”
“Took you long enough. Found this possession spell, turns out it was fuckin’ legit, pretty sick right? I think I’m wearing the asshole pretty well” he says rubbing his abs
“No way! Is he still in there?”
“Yeah, he keeps screaming in the back of my mind, he’s got some colorful words for the both of us, but fuck him right”
“How about we test out the hunk, see how well he runs”
“I was waiting for you to ask”
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tftrickstergod · 6 days ago
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Stealing my swimming coach’s body was the best decision I ever made in my life.
From the moment I enrolled, I was in love with my coach. A strong man with a beautiful body, deep voice, and a caring attitude. I wanted to be him, to have him.
After I found a hidden witchcraft store in my city, the strange shopkeeper offered me a potion that would allow me to possess someone else’s body. It was expensive, but I decided to buy it and try it out.
The next day, when I arrived at class, my coach was sitting down, resting after finishing his own training before our session. I greeted him and started getting ready to enter the pool, but when he stood up to welcome a new student, I took the opportunity to mix the potion into the protein shake he was preparing. I got into the pool and he returned to the class. I kept watching every moment, but he didn’t drink the shake.
The whole class went by, I was exhausted. When we were all dismissed, everyone else got out of the pool, but I stayed. When my coach asked me why I was still in the water, that was when he finally drank the shake. After a few sips, I simply turned into liquid and was pulled from the pool into my coach’s mouth, filling him from the inside. He fought for control, but the magic had already taken effect. After a few seconds of his body twitching, I finally gained full control over him.
“Oh fuck, this feels better than I expected.” I said with my new voice, while touching my muscular chest. After absorbing his memories, I was shocked. “Wait, what? Coach Trent is gay and married with a stud? That’s a jackpot!” Never in my dreams I thought he was gay, but he didn’t shared a lot of his personal life.
“Well, me and my husband are gonna have some action tonight.” I said quietly, smirking.
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tftrickstergod · 11 days ago
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The Pay Off
My name is Cam Orson and I've had enough. All my life, all I wanted was to be accepted and have a peaceful life. But the unfortunate reality was, life didn't care about your feelings. I never used to hate myself. Not really. I was fine the way I am. I was an average guy despite my pretty chubby frame. I had a simple job in the office and I had a fair good amount of friends. I didn't feel like a failure and I certainly didn't feel like anything was ever wrong.
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But that all changed when a nightmare I thought I'd left behind in my childhood had come back to haunt me. That nightmare had a name. Edgar Price.
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Edgar Price was an unfortunately beautiful man that hid a nasty attitude. And oh how proud of it he was. Edgar was a classmate back in high school. Even then he was quite the looker and I'd be lying if I said I didn't fell for his charm. Unfortunately, Edgar didn't feel I was even worth existing and made it his life's mission to make me suffer. At first, it was just teasing. And then it was shoving. Laughing. Insulting me and my friends. He'd call me a nobody who'd never achieve anything. He'd tell me to jump off a building and no one would ever care. I was very lucky that I had friends who'd step in but that didn't stop him. The fact that he'd hound me specifically confused me because I have done nothing to him but breathe the same air. "I just hate that a waste of space like you exists." Is all he'd ever said. Oh the nights I cried. So imagine my surprise when I found out he'd moved across the hall from my apartment. That evil grin in his face the moment he realized who I was. Little digs in the hallway started. Small notes on my door calling me a pig that needed to get butchered. My only solace was work. Until it wasn't. Turns out, he was the new hire that our team was waiting on. He didn't show it, but I felt that evil in the air the moment he saw me in our boardroom. "Can't wait to play our little game." He'd whispered to me in the hallway and I felt myself shudder in despair. When I told HR immediately my situation, he had been pulled and told to behave. He, of course put up an act that made them believe he'd change from this high school bully and that he's all here for work. "I won't forget that you little bitch." He had whispered to me, knocking over my pencil can. I could tell some of my coworkers felt my distress but didn't say anything. The moment I clocked out, I immediately bolted to my apartment so I didn't have to run into Edgar. That didn't really stop him from sticking another note and calling me an ugly coward from my front door. I didn't want any more of this. It's only been one day and it took me years to let go of this grief. I had to do something. So I had called up a friend of mine from high school. A friend who was there for me through all that bullying. Leo.
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He always knew what to do and considering what wild story he's told me, perhaps he could offer a permanent solution to stop this madness. It had been some time since I heard about what happened to him. From what I understand, he's swapped bodies with his best friend. I didn't really believe him until he showed me the whole Sync Node thing they'd kept hidden in their house. Leo, or Ash, as he likes to call himself these days recommended I contacted his other friend to see if they could help me. He said that while their situation was an accident, the person who hit them up with the nodes are able to do as much on purpose. I had to correct him though, as switching bodies was not a solution I wanted to change my life. “I don't want to steal someone's life. I'm happy being me. But I'm not about to wait until this asshole makes me hate myself again. And besides, the logistics with body swapping is something I've thought about. I know next to nothing about this guy and trying to re-adjust to his life is not something I'm keen on doing. And no matter how hot he is, he makes my skin crawl.” "Yeah well, I'm sure it's still worth a shot asking for Vance's help. Surely he's got something up his sleeve for this." I had emailed his friend and within a day, he'd told me how much he sympathized with my situation and that he's happy to help. He basically told me to endure until a package arrives at my house. I decided to use up my annual leave for a month. It was short notice but my manager owed me and he was fine with it as long as someone could pick up the slack for me. A work buddy who knew about the situation was happy to cover. That didn't stop Edgar from stopping by to slip a note calling me a pussy for running and then telling me to die in my sleep. God I hated him. A few days later, I heard a knock on the door and a package was left on my doorstep. I was thankful it was the daytime so Edgar couldn't possibly snatch it or destroy it while he was at work. Inside was a bunch of red and green nodes. According to the note inside, It was a spin off of the Sync Device that Ash had used with his partner. This is something of an experiment from our synchronization and mind to data tech that I've been playing with. Instead of reciprocating mind and body, it instead redirects physical and mental resources onto a different source. Kind of like a file transfer. It’s also meant to significantly alter one’s genetics depending on how much has been taken. Green is the client, Red is the source host. Just stick the green one on yourself and the red on your target. While I can’t replicate the effects of something as mythical as the Chronivac, if that even exists, and rewrite reality, this should at least provide a somewhat streamlined effect akin to what you want. I can confirm that it work in doses based on a few experiments, but its still in beta so using this may have tremendous risks. Send it back if you dont feel comfortable with it or if it malfunctions. -V I didn't care what it takes. I am an average man but I get results. I will get rid of the problem, one way or another. The next day, I waited. I considered setting an elaborate trap but why do that when I knew his ego was bloated enough for him to come to me. Sure enough, when it hit 5:40PM, he had come by to drop another note, knowing I take them. He flinched when I opened the door, grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him in. He had fallen over, and laughed. Perhaps he was waiting for me to snap. "Well well, it seems this-" I didn't even let him finish. The stun gun had reached his neck before he could utter what insult he had in mind. I dragged him into my bed and took his clothes off. Like I said before, he's a nasty piece of work but the man was beautiful.
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I tied him up with rope. Lots of it. As lean as he was, I was thankful he didnt work too hard on his arms to break free. As per the instructions, I stuck a node at his forehead, his chest and his legs. I took off my clothes and started sticking nodes to myself. I felt a tingle on my legs and I think he must have as well as he started stirring. The moment I put the node on my chest, he sputtered awake. He struggled against the ropes that bound him to the bed, angrily thrashing like a rabid animal. I approached him, amused at his cocky calmness has been replaced by a deep unsettling that I'd never seen from him before. Edgar recoiled as I touched his smooth, bare body. All those muscles and all those blessings he bragged non stop about. Everything that makes him so indelibly beautiful and cocky. All about to be mine. "I don't know what kind of sick fetish you're into, but you're not going to get away with this. This just confirms what I've always known about you. You're just some sick freak." "Oh yeah?" I say. "We'll see about that." I stick the green node onto my forehead and I feel a zap knock both of us out. When I come to, I feel two voices in my head. What the hell is going on? What are these things he put on me?! I’m taking in his thoughts. "Help!" He started shouting. But it's no use. I padded my room with soundproofing panels because I like to stream and hated making my neighbors mad. The second voice that hit my was a computer like assistant guiding me through the process. Welcome to the V. Node Interface. Version 0.5 Source Reroute Beta. Please select what you’d like adjust and migrate to source.
It was like I was wearing some sort of VR head set, but I could see parts of Edgar's body highlighted in my brain. Muscle Mass, Arms, Legs, Cock Size... Even Mental Affinities... This is honestly as impressive as it is creepy. What does... What does Ash's friend do...? Still, I'm not about to question someone who just wanted to help me. So I started simple. The muscles. That’s what I was after. I honed my eyes at his chest and confirmed in my brain what I wanted.
Confirmed. Now Beginning Source Migration. Edgar's screaming halted, feeling the same zap in my body that I did. I felt myself connect to him. As if... We were synchronizing. Suddenly, our breathing grew ragged and fast. I felt my body sweat, as if I had begun experiencing years of exercise in one second. My eyes went wide as I saw my chest, become firmer and rounded. My gaze lingers towards Edgar, who gaped in shock as he watch my chest grow as his grow flat. A grin in my face formed as his sculpted abs disappear and become baby smooth as my once chubby belly become much more cut and hard. Abs! I've never had abs before in my life. And now it's there as if they'd never been foreign. The testosterone in my body was overflowing and I couldn't help but laugh. Ash was right, his friend was a fucking genius. "How the fuck- No... NO! GIve it back! My body!" He started shouting, the tears making him more pathetic as he thrashed some more on the bed. But this was just the beginning. It's not over until I've beaten him down to dust and make him feel like nothing. His arms weren't as impressive, but I can still take the firmness. He gasped as his arms lost strength, what little he had left in them overflowing straight into my already massive arms and making my biceps basically steel. "Stop it!" He shouted, but I wasn't listening anymore. HIs legs were next, his muscular thighs and lovely feet would look just as stunning on me now and stranger on him without his normal body. I was just doing him a favor. I felt my own legs heat up in anticipation of the transfer. A massive surge of power flowing through as my legs became firm and strong. My feet grew longer from my average 9s to massive 15s. I looked down on myself, my body clearly an epitome of massive greatness now compared to the twig in front of me. I never believed I could ever get this hot. But here I am now.
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But even through all that, his glare beneath all that sweat and pain did not waver. He's still fighting. So what else can I take from him? What else can I do to make him feel that insignificance he so wants me to feel. I stared down at myself, and then at him, realizing I'd miss something very important. It only took one smirk to let him know what I was thinking. "No... No!" I focused the device on his penis, confirming what I needed to take. I felt my cock synchronize with him, his sizable 10s and my average 5 shuddering together in harmony. They both stood erect as the device began working its magic. I’ll take it all. Edgar grit his teeth as he began straining from his dick suddenly pulling down. As it did, I felt my own grow tight as grew wider and longer. A moan escapes our mouths as we both panted from the euphoria, and I do mean euphoria that we were both definitely experiencing. My balls rumbled as they grow thicker as his shrunk. The testosterone definitely strengthening. The ecstasy was too much and we both came at the same time. Thick, viscous white cum escaping and took its time to cover our bodies before finally stopping. "Jeez." A gasp escapes me, putting a hand on my stick chest. Edgar was gasping non stop, clearly rattled from the forced ejaculation. "You sick monster!" He finally screamed. Hewas still fighting, even if he was clearly wavering. Let's see how long that lasts. Next, just to be safe, I'll be taking his body's metabolism. It'll take me some time to learn how to exercise and keep this. I'll make sure I can keep up and not end up chubby again. The nodes gave me a warning though. This Change will alter you on a genetic level. Are you sure you want to proceed? Yes. I've been sure since the moment I stuck these nodes on. The zap that hits us both made us scream. It was painful, unlike the euphoric and joint ejaculation we experienced. My body... It felt so much more different than before. On some level, it felt like it was cleaner. Healthier. Across, I saw his thin body take on some weight, his pale stomach becoming chubby. He was near tears as he watched it unfold. He turned his head away, his voice slowly losing the timbre of confidence he had. "Please stop." He said plainly. But I wasn't going to. I have to dive deeper in. My mind honed in on his head and I felt the nodes rifle through his head and organize it in front of me. Hopes and Dreams. Personality. Confidence Inner Mind. I have no interest on changing myself into some arrogant prick but I'd love to peak into this sick little head of his. Corporate domination... Sexual deviant... Nothing I wasn't aware of. I did take some of his skills, specifically his physical and sexual abilities just so I can keep up with this delicious new body I have. Then I saw my name in the Inner Mind. Unspoken Desires. In a subsection of kinks and hidden desires, my name was a subsection. Image and flashes of dominance. Fantasies of obliterating me and making me beg until I was so far down below. My mind raged. How could someone be so deplorably sadistic? What could I do to stop this insect from doing more harm. Because as much as I can take from him, what's stopping him from just working harder to regain what he can reclaim? As I thought that, the device suddenly popped up an alert. Host gene pool are synced in. Would you like to alter Edgar Price's mindset?
I'm not sure if that's supposed to happen but what the hell. down below I saw a subsection that I had eyed earlier. Sexuality. He was straight but I say lets let him taste the loving embrace of men. This will be important for my next move. I willed my mind to move those evil thoughts of me onto his sexuality and altered the flow to take in punishment instead of dealing it. In doing so, I've made him submissive. Across, I saw his eyes widen in terror as he could tell his brain was rewiring on my whim. I could feel the confidence in him seeping into me as more of his mind is rearranged. And with that, I do believe I've finished.
I approached Edgar, now battered and low confused, as I ripped the nodes on my body. My hands reach his nodes, caressing every new curve as I ripped the red nodes off of him. I crawled up to the bed and my hand held his scared face who can no longer look away from my beautiful new body. "How are we feeling Ed?" I say, our faces so close to each other. "I..." I cover his mouth with my hand and I give him the same evil grin he's given me for years. "On second thought, I don't really give a shit about that. I know exactly how you feel." I stare down at his now meagre 4 inch cock standing at attention. My body grinds up closer to him and a moan escapes his covered mouth. "That's a good boy." I say in a sultry voice I never though I'd have. "How much do you want to get punished tonight?" I move my hand away from his mouth for an answer. "All night long." I chuckled. "As you wish." My tongue dances in his mouth as I ravaged him with a savage kiss. All the pent up anger merged with the libido surging through me as I continued took command over him. His utter shock was replaced with a pathetic longing as I shoved my large member down his throat. He could barely breathe throating that down and damn near sobbed when I took it out. "Let's get to the main event." There was a reason why I left him with his cute bubble ass. For this exact moment. I lubed up his ass and slowly inserted my fingers one at a time before finally letting him experience cock for the first time. A violent way to pop his cherry, but a fitting one for an evil crushed. The scream as I suddenly pushed it all in was music to my ears. "Take it. Take it all you fucking bitch!" I grunted, plowing him with vigor never had before. I grab his hair and smashed our lips together once more. A trail of saliva bridging down as I move my tongue out. My pace increases and I felt my cock warmed. I could feel it. "What are you?" I suddenly say. He doesn't reply. "I said. What. Are. You?" "A freak." he cries. "I'm a waste of space." I screamed, filling his warm hole with my new, superior seed. His pathetic new cock came as well, probably a first for him to do so without contact. "Good." I panted. "But don't worry, you're not completely useless." I wink and let go of his hair. I lick up the warm cum from his stomach and gave him what was probably the first tender kiss of his life as he tasted the new him. "i'm not like you." I say. "I won't become a monster like you. I hope whatever happened today changes you for the better." I cut his ropes and pat his new stomach. He doesn't fight anymore and I can see his new, broken down state. He stands and hands me his old clothes. They weren't going to fit anymore. "Thank you." He says to me, but I don't know what for. "No. Thank you." I smile. "Loser. Now get lost." He gave a sad smile and walked out with my old clothes. I put on my new black tee and quickly felt my new, sweating body.
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"Amazing." ~ It's been a month since our encounter and my leave has been used up. When I came back to the office, everyone was stunned at my sudden transformation. Needless to say, they just thought I had a mental break and needed a little bodily therapy to improve my mental health. It's kinda true. Edgar resigned, understandably. He couldn't let anyone see him like that after all. He realized quickly he couldn't sustain the apartment he lived in without a job so he came knocking on my door to see if I would let him stay until he could get back on his feet. A strange request, considering he'd been telling me to die just a month ago. But I think I know why he so boldly came here. I guess some of that audacity stuck around him after all. I'm a nice guy, so I let him. Maybe this time it'll different. Besides, it's nice to have a toy- I mean, a roommate, to split rent with. Besides, can you blame him for wanting to be around me? Look at me! All that enduring has payed off.
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Sometimes I wonder if I took some of his vanity... ~ Thanks for reading! This one has been on my mind for a while so it took me some time to write it down. Hope you enjoyed!
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tftrickstergod · 11 days ago
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tftrickstergod · 11 days ago
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New Reps
Liam didn’t get why people loved the gym so much.
It was loud, it stank, and the machines looked like torture devices disguised in chrome and foam. He followed Tyler into the grungy warehouse-style gym reluctantly, already regretting the free guest pass.
“Are you sure this place isn’t some experimental government lab?” Liam asked, eyeing two identical guys spotting each other on the bench press.
Tyler just grinned. “Nope. Welcome to the shapeshift gym.”
He pointed to the big sign above the front desk:
HOUSE RULES: - Touch equipment → Become the last person who used it. - Multiple versions of a person may exist inside the gym. - Only one version may leave. - Everyone else must swap before exiting.
Liam scoffed. “That’s gotta be a joke.”
Tyler winked and said to start stretching on a yoga mat. It was brand new, so no one had used it before.
Five minutes later, Tyler used the same yoga mat—FWOOMP. In an instant, he transformed into Liam. Exact face, hair, hoodie, awkward posture. A perfect match.
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The change was instant.
And suddenly… there were two Liams standing there.
One of them was him.
The other? A perfect copy, sitting casually on the yoga mat with a smirk that definitely belonged to Tyler.
“Ta-da,” said Tyler-in-Liam, standing up. His voice was now Liam’s too. “Weird, huh? You’ve got a decent spine, by the way. Super flexible.”
Liam stared at himself in horror. “That’s MY face! Dude—you’re ME!”
“Relax,” Tyler said, adjusting his now-too-baggy shorts. “It’s just a skin. Your actual body’s fine. I’m just borrowing the look.”
Liam spun around, overwhelmed.
A woman walked past him—twice. Two copies of the same woman chatting about lunch like nothing was strange. One of the treadmill runners was also standing by the water fountain, towel around his neck, like it was totally normal to be duplicated.
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Tyler jogged in place in Liam’s body. “Still me up here. It’s just like changing outfits. You feel the body, though. Muscles, injuries, height, everything.”
Liam narrowed his eyes. “How do I get my body back?”
Tyler pointed to the last machine Liam had used—or anyone else who copied him had touched. “Touch something you used earlier, or something a copy of you did. It cycles back.”
Liam glanced at the leg press. “And what if someone else becomes me?”
“They’re still them,” Tyler said. “They just look like you. Act like you. It’s not mind-swapping. You’re always you.”
Liam finally gave in.
“Alright,” he muttered, walking to the pull-up bar. A tall red-haired guy had just finished a set. “I’ll try it once.”
He grabbed the bar.
FWOOMP.
Just like that—his shoulders broadened, abs tightened, his legs stretched an inch or two. His hair turned a fiery copper. He dropped down, lighter on his feet, and stared into a mirror.
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He was a completely different person.
“Holy… hell,” he said, running his hands over his new face. “This guy’s HOT.”
Tyler-in-Liam cackled. “Told you. Welcome to the freak show.”
They experimented for hours.
Tyler changed into a ripped gym rat with sleeve tattoos and then into an older guy who apparently only did calf raises.
Liam became a short, stocky woman who crushed the rower, then a wiry teen who could sprint like crazy. Each time, it felt like slipping into someone else’s perfectly broken-in shoes.
Sometimes, multiple copies of the same person would end up in one corner—Liam saw three versions of the same personal trainer demoing squats together.
The whole place was like a shifting jigsaw puzzle of bodies, and everyone just… rolled with it.
Then, after Tyler spent nearly an hour body-hopping, Liam noticed something.
Tyler had left to use the bathroom—and never changed back. When he returned, he was still walking around as Liam.
“You’re not gonna go back to yourself?” Liam asked casually.
“Nah. I’ll swap again before we leave,” Tyler said, scrolling through his phone. “My quads are cramping up anyway.”
That’s when Liam made his move.
Tyler’s body was nearby—leaning casually against a bench, wiping down a machine. No one was using it.
Liam approached the equipment, heart racing. He knew the rules.
One copy could leave.
He grabbed the handles.
FWOOMP.
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Broad chest. Stronger arms. Half a foot taller.
Liam looked in the mirror. Tyler’s body. His voice. His walk. His life.
And Liam wanted it—just for a little while.
Meanwhile, Tyler waited by the exit.
Still in Liam’s form, he scrolled on his phone, casually sipping from a water bottle. “Where is he?” he muttered. “We said five minutes.”
He didn’t notice the figure approaching from behind—his own original body, now with sharper posture, holding a gym bag.
“Hey, wait—” Tyler turned just as Liam (in Tyler’s body) shoved him hard.
Caught off guard, Tyler stumbled straight through the scanner.
Beep—GREEN.
The door slid open—and locked behind him.
He staggered out onto the sidewalk.
“What the hell?!”
He spun back around and slammed his fist on the glass. Inside, his body—with Liam inside—smirked back at him.
Liam gave a lazy salute and walked deeper into the gym, disappearing into the locker room.
Tyler was pissed.
Trapped in Liam’s body, sweaty and confused, while someone else walked around wearing his face. His life.
He pulled out his phone, hands trembling, and saw the lock screen.
Liam’s thumbprint.
He had nothing.
“LIAM!” he shouted at the glass, but it was too late.
The gym didn’t care who was inside.
Only one copy could leave.
Inside the gym, Liam looked down at his new arms. Tyler’s arms.
He grinned and zipped up the hoodie.
“Just for a little while,” he whispered.
He slid the phone into the pocket—Tyler’s phone now—and walked out.
Beep—GREEN.
The scanner chirped as Liam strolled through the gym’s front doors, wearing Tyler’s body like it had always belonged to him.
He stepped out onto the sidewalk just in time to hear—
“Are you kidding me?!”
Tyler was pacing furiously in Liam’s frame, red in the face, his hoodie sleeves bunched at the wrists, looking hilariously furious and wildly unfamiliar in his borrowed body.
Liam gave a slow, confident smile—the kind he never could pull off with his original face. “Hey, man. You made it out safe.”
Tyler stormed up to him. “Safe?! You shoved me out! In your scrawny-ass body!”
“Correction,” Liam said calmly, “our scrawny-ass body. You were the one still walking around in it.”
Tyler jabbed a finger into his chest—his own chest, really. “That was my body. Mine. You had no right.”
Liam didn’t flinch. “I had the opportunity.”
“You tricked me.”
“I saw a chance and I took it.”
Tyler was practically vibrating with rage. “I get it—you had fun. You played around. But you don’t get to leave in my skin, Liam! I have work tomorrow. I have a date! My face is out there, and you’re not me.”
Liam stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Exactly. I’m not you. But I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to be you. Just for a little bit. People listen to you. You walk into a room and they see you. I’m invisible half the time. And today? For the first time in my life... I felt seen.”
Tyler stared at him, jaw clenched.
“This isn’t a game,” he said. “You don’t get to cosplay as me in the real world. You’re going to mess things up. You’re going to ruin things.”
“I won’t,” Liam said softly. “I’ll take care of your life better than you do. Besides, it’s not forever. I just want... time.”
Tyler stepped back, laughing bitterly. “Wow. I bring you in to show you something cool, and you rob me blind.”
“I didn’t rob you. I left you something,” Liam said, gesturing to Tyler’s now-former frame. “You can still walk, breathe, live. You just have to... switch perspectives.”
Tyler looked down at himself—Liam’s wiry arms, smaller hands, hoodie sleeves that wouldn’t stay up. He seethed.
“Don’t get too comfortable, Liam,” he growled. “I will get back in.”
Liam nodded once. “I know.”
Then he turned and walked away—Tyler’s stride, Tyler’s confidence, Tyler’s body carrying him off into the night.
Tyler was left standing alone, trapped in the frame of his quieter, overlooked best friend.
He looked up at the glowing gym sign behind him.
His old life was still inside.
And he'd do anything to take it back.
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tftrickstergod · 11 days ago
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Swapping for an A
Finals Day — 8:50 AM
The math final started at 9 AM sharp in Lecture Hall 3A. Carter strolled in early, as usual, wearing his fitted hoodie and faded jeans, a pencil behind his ear and a quiet smirk on his face. His desk was front and center, perfectly angled so he could look around the room with ease.
He had a list. A total of 23 guys had agreed to pay him $100 each to take the final in their bodies. He’d already collected the cash through Venmo the night before. No refunds. No regrets.
Carter’s power was simple: with just a touch, he could swap bodies with another guy. The catch? Each swap lasted a full 24 hours. That meant anyone he used was going to be stuck in the wrong body for the entire day. But none of them cared. Not when it meant passing math without lifting a finger.
The only problem? He couldn’t keep going back to his own body to reset. There wasn’t time. So, he’d have to hop from guy to guy, each one stuck in the body of the guy Carter had just been in.
That meant the final body — the last in the chain — would be the one Carter stayed in until tomorrow morning.
He didn’t mind. It’d be worth it.
He set his phone alarm: 30 minutes to finish his own test. 5 minutes in each new body after that. 2 hours and 30 minutes left to hop.
He cracked his knuckles and got started.
9:30 AM – Time to Hop
Carter finished his own test in record time. Folded it neatly. Turned it in. Then walked over to Santiago.
Santiago: Black, tall, skinny, famous for his perfect ass. Smart enough. Always wore tight joggers.
Carter tapped Santiago’s hand. His vision twisted, skin tingled — and suddenly, Carter was in Santiago’s body.
He wiggled in his seat. The tightness of Santiago’s pants made his new big, perky ass shift and bounce on the plastic chair. Carter blushed, turned on by how hot it felt to sit down like that.
"I need a second before I move on."
He grabbed the hall pass and slipped into the nearby bathroom, locked the biggest stall. He couldn’t resist — staring at Santiago’s long limbs, smooth dark skin, and full round butt in the mirror.
His hand slipped into the waistband. He moaned softly.
Ten minutes later, he flushed, washed his hands, and smirked.
Back in the lecture hall, he walked past the real Santiago (now in Carter’s body) who looked dazed and confused in Carter’s hoodie.
“You good, bro?”
“Uh… yeah?” Santiago said, blinking and looking at his pale hands.
Carter grinned and moved to Brady.
9:45 AM – Into Brady
Brady: White, sweet, decent build, semi-smart but awkward. He always tried to hide how attracted he was to other guys’ bodies. Carter tapped him — and suddenly he was inside Brady.
He felt Brady’s pulse quicken immediately. The moment Carter stood up in Brady’s body, he felt the awkward stiffness in the crotch of his sweatpants.
“Dude…” he whispered to himself.
Another trip to the bathroom. Brady’s body wasn’t nearly as sexy as Santiago’s, but Carter had always wondered what it’d feel like to be the sweet soft-spoken boy who had clearly fantasized about him.
Ten minutes of gentle moaning later, he zipped up and returned.
Brady, now inside Santiago, blinked like he didn’t know where he was. His ass bounced as he shuffled awkwardly to sit down — and he definitely noticed it.
10:00 AM – Body Jump Marathon
Carter moved fast, each jump taking 5 minutes now that the urge to explore was out of his system. Each new body made him stifle a laugh.
From Brady → Spencer (tall Hispanic soccer player, now in Brady’s body)
Spencer → Miles (stoned, hot, dumb, big hazel eyes)
Miles → Samuel (skinny Indian guy with a lisp)
Samuel → Kayden (nerdy, slightly chubby Asian guy)
Kayden → Maddox (short, lean, black-Hispanic basketball player)
Maddox → Jonah (athletic and secretly smart)
Jonah → Theo (short, skinny, dumb basketball player)
Theo → Landon (big, tall, overweight black guy)
Landon → Joseph (massive, white, overweight gay guy — Carter cringed at the smell)
Joseph → Mason (short, jacked, dumb)
Mason → Joel (average height, black, basketball dumb jock)
Joel → Jason (awkward Asian nerd, semi-famous for his gym boner)
Jason → Kai (massive black basketball player — muscles for days)
Kai → Andrew (dumb white guy who talked like a fake gangster)
Andrew → Simon (tall, athletic, cool Guyanese guy — finally someone calm)
Simon → Caleb (short, black, boxer, dumb as bricks)
Caleb → Max (short, lean, dumb)
Max → Maverick (average build, semi-smart)
Maverick → Calvin (light skin, tall, muscular, dumb as hell)
🧠 Reactions
Santiago (in Carter): Looks down at pale arms and an average ass, visibly confused. “Why do I feel... smaller?” Touches his face, frowns. “What the hell is happening?”
Brady (in Santiago): Glances behind, eyes widening. "Oh my god..." He does a test walk — feels the bounce. His cheeks go red. “No way this is my...?”
Spencer (in Brady): Stares at soft arms and average build. “This feels… slower. How do I even sit in these jeans?”
Miles (in Spencer): Blinks slowly, grins. “Yo... I feel fast,” he mumbles, swaying like he’s high. Then trips on the chair legs.
Samuel (in Miles): Adjusts to the tall body, grinning. “I'm hot now.” He forgets he has a lisp and repeats it proudly.
Kayden (in Samuel): Immediately touches his face. “This nose is bigger... and my tongue feels weird. Oh god, do I talk like this now?”
Maddox (in Kayden): Pokes at the new soft belly and glasses. “Bro… I got the nerd build. No bounce at all.”
Jonah (in Maddox): Rolls his shoulders, jogs in place. “Light. Fast. Damn. I could break ankles like this.”
Theo (in Jonah): Does pushups on the floor. “Ayo this dude got hops! I’m actually good now.”
Landon (in Theo): Tries to fit his big frame in the small body. “Why everything so small?! I’m like half my size!”
Joseph (in Landon): Breathes heavily just from walking. “Ugh. I thought I was getting an upgrade...”
Mason (in Joseph): Looks down at the new gut and thighs. “NOOOO! I can’t even see my toes!” Nearly cries.
Joel (in Mason): Flexes. “Yo, I’m short… but shredded.” Laughs and immediately takes off his hoodie.
Jason (in Joel): Stares at his dark, tall, athletic frame. Whispers, “Am I… cool now?”
Kai (in Jason): Screams internally. “WHERE ARE MY MUSCLES? WHY IS THIS DICK SMALL?!”
Andrew (in Kai): Laughs and slaps his own chest. “Brooooo I look hard as fuck now.”
Simon (in Andrew): Slowly backs away. “Why is everyone looking at me like I’m stupid?”
Caleb (in Simon): Tries to jog, falls, then poses. “Okay okay, I’m handsome now.”
Max (in Caleb): Throws fake punches and shouts “I’M A BOXER, BITCHES!”
Maverick (in Max): Sits down, muttering. “Damn… I’m loud. And short. And kinda dumb.”
Calvin (in Maverick): Looks down at his soft stomach and thicker thighs. “Wait... why I feel slow?” He rubs his chest — no pecs. No abs. He lifts his shirt and screams, “YO! WHO STOLE MY MUSCLES?! Where my sexy go!?”
Carter (in Calvin): Flexes. Watches Brady adjust to Santiago’s juicy ass. Grins. “This is the best $2,300 I ever made.”
Emergency Bro Meeting – “Operation Don’t Get Expelled”
1:30 PM – Outside Lecture Hall 3A
The final had ended. Twenty-four guys stood in a tight circle behind the student union, all of them sweaty, twitchy, or confused as hell — and not a single one in their own body.
At the center was Carter, now in Calvin’s outrageously muscular light-skinned body. His broad chest stretched the seams of the black compression tee. Veins popped in his forearms as he lifted his hands to speak.
Carter (in Calvin): “Alright. Shut up. Everyone, just shut the hell up and listen.”
Everyone went quiet.
Brady (in Santiago’s juicy ass body) shifted uncomfortably, glancing at his reflection in the window behind Carter.
Joseph (in Landon’s huge body) was breathing hard.
Kai (in Jason’s tiny awkward nerd body) was still muttering, “I can’t do this, bro. I got math hands now.”
Carter: “Yes, you’re in the wrong body. No, I’m not going to fix it right now. You paid for this, and I held up my end. Every single one of you passed that test. I made sure.”
A few guys nodded — especially Spencer (in Brady) and Miles (in Spencer), both still disoriented.
“The swap lasts 24 hours. That means you are stuck like this until tomorrow morning.”
Groans. Cursing. Joseph sat down with a thud.
Carter (firmly): “You’re going to act like whoever’s body you’re in. If anyone finds out something’s off — any professor, RA, coach, anyone — this could go public. And if it does? I’m expelled. You’re expelled. Some of you will be arrested for identity fraud. Not kidding.”
That shut them up.
Carter: “So here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m setting up a group chat. Everyone drops their name — your real name — and then the name of the body you’re in.”
“Then we each post a few things:
What your schedule is for today
Where you live
Who you’re supposed to be hanging out with
Anything weird about your family, job, allergies, girl, or... dude.”
That made Brady (in Santiago) look up quickly and glance at Carter.
Carter: “Trust me. You do not want to get caught pretending to be someone else’s boyfriend. Or someone else’s son.”
He pulled out Calvin’s massive phone — password was just “6969” — and started a group text under the name:
🌀 “Swap Squad – DON’T GET US EXPELLED”
One by one, people started to chime in.
📱 GROUP CHAT LOG (Highlights)
Carter (in Calvin): Carter → Calvin Schedule: Gym @ 4PM. No class. Lives in Towers 4C. Doesn’t use lotion. Do NOT try to sound smart. Important: Calvin has a hot situationship with a cheerleader named Brooklyn. She’ll text. She thinks he’s dumb and hot. Just go with it.
Santiago (in Carter): Santiago → Carter Schedule: Library 2PM with TA. Office hours at 5. Lives in West Dorm B. Important: Carter is tutoring 2 guys today. One of them is Coach’s son. Don’t mess that up.
Brady (in Santiago): Brady → Santiago No clue what this body does, but I think I just bounced walking. I live in Floor 3 of Centennial. I think I’m supposed to meet a guy named Terrance later? Someone DM me fast.
Kayden (in Samuel): Kayden → Samuel I talk weird now. LISP. This is hard. Also, Samuel’s roommate is a huge Marvel nerd and talks nonstop. Help.
Calvin (in Maverick): uhhhhhh Calvin → Maverick how do i log in i can’t find my muscles this phone slow af
Miles (in Spencer): stoned rn but feelin athletic seb got legs for days no plans, i think. just vibes
More messages came in rapid-fire. Some guys started comparing body quirks:
Joseph (in Landon): “My knees make a cracking sound when I sit. Is that normal or did I break this dude??”
Jason (in Joel): “Does this body... always flex in the mirror or is that just me?”
Kai (in Jason): “YALL I GOT A BONER FROM A BREEZE I HATE THIS”
📢 Carter’s Final Rules
Carter raised his massive hand again — easy now in Calvin’s hulking form — and looked around the circle.
“No one goes rogue.” “No one tries to swap with anyone else.” “No one hooks up with someone unless you're SURE that’s who they’re expecting.” “We meet again tomorrow. 9 AM. Right here. Don’t be late.”
He took a deep breath, cracking Calvin’s thick neck.
“And if anything goes wrong — if someone’s about to blow it — text the group. Say: ‘BRO DOWN’ and we’ll come up with a cover.”
Everyone nodded. Some slower than others. Andrew (in Kai) was just now realizing how dumb he sounded out loud.
🎭 Operation: Stay in Character Begins
As the group broke up and scattered across campus, things began to unravel almost immediately.
Brady (in Santiago) nervously adjusted joggers that didn’t fit and walked like he had a stack of books between his cheeks.
Calvin (in Maverick) waddled toward his dorm, moaning about “cardio.”
Carter (in Calvin) hit the gym early, already excited to test the limits of Calvin’s perfect body — and see who noticed.
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Making Up For Lost Time
Within the kitchen of a one-bedroom apartment, an older man nervously paced back and forth, every now and then eyeing a package sitting on a nearby counter.
“I can’t back out now…” He muttered. “It cost a fortune..” He moved over to the sink, splashing some water on his face. “C’mon, don’t be a fucking pussy Vinnie.”
Judging by his classic white T and boxer combo, it must have still been early in the morning. Even then, Vinnie was already starting off the day with a bit of an internal struggle, a great way to start one’s own birthday. As he sat down to wipe his face, his attention moved to the calendar hanging on the wall, with today's specific date taunting him. “HAPPY 55th” was written in bright red marker.
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Vinnie never dreaded his birthdays. He celebrated them with flair in fact. Big parties, extravagant dinners, themes that ranged from the ridiculous to the nostalgic. The Magnum P.I. bash for his 46th was among his favorites. That really should have been everyone's first clue that he was gay.
This year was different. The first since his divorce from his wife. The first since coming out to his family.
For thirty years, fear kept him in the closet. Fear of rejection, of losing his family, of throwing away a life built on a lie. While he wasn’t necessarily unhappy all this time, he knew his life wasn’t what it could and should have been. Now he was free to be his true self, but at what cost? His prime years had slipped through his fingers. The bars he frequented were filled with younger men, their lives just beginning while he was starting over.
Hook ups were plentiful, that wasn't an issue. A good deal of young bulls in the city desired a night out with an older man such as himself. "A quick fuck", "one night stand", "friends with benefits", Vinnie would familiarize himself with these phrases very quickly. However none ever wanted a relationship that lasted longer than a night.
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Vinnie tried finding men more his age, but that quickly proved to lead no where. The pickings were definitely slim.
As Vinnie looked at the calendar, a feeling ruminated in the pit of his stomach. Did he wait too long? Were his best years all behind him? What sort of life awaited a fresh out of the closet 55-year old man? These questions irked Vinny so much that he had to do something about it. That’s what led him here.
Late night web browsing and half a bottle of pre-birthday wine led Vinnie down a peculiar rabbit hole. An email got delivered to his inbox in the dead of night. Instead of dismissing it immediately, its contents captured his attention. The email knew too much, his name, his regrets, his wish for a second chance. It promised a do-over, all for a hefty price that is. Against all logic he responded. And now, here it was.
Summoning a bit of courage, Vinnie approached the package. It was a hastily wrapped box, scotch tape’d to hell and back, and didn’t look as expensive as he had made it out to be. Opening it up, Vinnie fished through the almost endless sea of packing peanuts until he finally pulled out a tiny glass vial. A note was attached:
"Happy Birthday. Use responsibly."
His hand trembled as he uncorked it, tipping the liquid into the whiskey he had waiting. Vinnie wasn't quite sure what would happen once he drank it. Would it de-age him? Turn back time? Would he find out he'd been scammed? There was only one way to find out. He hesitated for a moment, but afraid of missing another chance at happiness knocked it back in one swift gulp.
The liquid burned as it went down, partly due to the whiskey he figured. As he felt the drink situate in his stomach, he waited for something to happen. Vinnie looked at the bottom of the glass, frowning.
"A thousand dollars down the drain." He pouted.
The effects then took hold. Vinnie noticed a soft glow envelop his hands which eventually spread throughout the rest of his body. He walked over to the mirror, wanting to see what was about to happen with his own eyes.
Suddenly, a strange weightlessness overtook him, as if he were being untethered from his own body. His limbs tingled, the edges of his vision blurred. Feeling unsteady, he reached to place his hand against the mirror, but he was shocked to see his hand pass right through it.
“What the hell?”
Panic surged. He stumbled forward, phasing completely through both the mirror and wall and finding himself on the other side in his bedroom. He'd find himself still moving however, not by his own will, but as if something unseen was pulling him forward. Vinnie attempted to fight against this invisible force and for a moment it looked like he was able to stand his ground. That was until this force became too much for him to bear.
His stomach lurched as he drifted through another wall, this time into the neighboring apartment.
Roberto’s apartment.
Vinnie barely knew his neighbor beyond the muffled sounds that came through the thin walls they shared. Heavy metal, loud action movies, the occasional passionate night with a woman. Few words were ever spoken between the two, yet Vinnie still had a good idea of who he was. He was young, mid-20s, full of life and energy. Everything Vinnie was not.
Then Vinnie saw him, standing at the bathroom sink, unaware. The pull intensified. It was Roberto whom Vinnie was being pulled towards, like a black hole. He tried to resist, but it was useless. His very essence surged forward, colliding with Roberto’s body in an instant, a quick flash filling the room in that moment. Vinnie was gone. A deep, guttural grunt left Roberto’s lips as his body jerked.
Vinnie gasped.
He was hunched over the sink, breathless, gripping the porcelain with unfamiliar hands. His hands. Roberto’s hands. Slowly, he lifted his head. The reflection staring back at him wasn’t his own.
Dark, messy hair. A short beard framing strong cheekbones. Tattoos etched into tan, youthful skin. His ears were pierced, his body lean and firm beneath the black tank top and tight shorts Roberto had worn.
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Vinnie turned his hands over, flexing his fingers, watching the muscles shift beneath the skin. He pressed a palm to his chest, feeling the steady, strong heartbeat. His heartbeat.
He ran his hands over his face, mapping the new terrain, the sharpness of the jaw, the fullness of the lips. He contorted his face into strange expressions, expressions he'd never seen Roberto make, and was surprised when the reflection followed suit.
His hands drifted lower, skimming down his torso, tracing the contours of his abs. He pulled the tank top down, getting clearer look at his pecs, decorated with a bit of dark chest hair. His breath hitched.
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“This… this is real.” He smirked, and the reflection smirked back.
Vinnie murmured, rolling his shoulders, testing the newfound flexibility of his joints. There was no ache, no stiffness. Just boundless energy.
Roberto must had just gotten back from a morning run. His shirt was soaked his sweat. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Roberto’s cologne mixed with the musk emanating from his pits. Almost by instinct, Vinnie lifted up his arm and admired himself in the bathroom mirror.
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Vinnie exhaled, gripping the edge of the sink again, his mind racing. This is not what he expected to happen. He thought the magical drink would turn back the years, make him younger. Instead he was pulled into the body of the nearest young man around.
And what of Roberto? Was he still in here somewhere? Vinnie's jubilation halted as he started feeling the gravitas of his situation. As much as he wanted to start life anew, live out the rest of his life the way he wanted to, he knew he couldn't do it without the guilt of what he did hanging over him.
"Vinnie, you need to set it right." The words flared with a deep Latin accent.
Vinnie had to get back to his own body, and give Roberto back the life he inadvertently stole. The first step in doing that was determining where that package came from.
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Great Shift School’s in Session
Principal Rick:
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Although, I’m now in a student’s body. I’m still the principal here at Westover High. And let me tell you the students seem to respect my authority even more. You see I didn’t just shift into any student, I shift into Toby Anderson. The schools bully.
And I have to say this kid really kept his body in shape. Probably had a gym membership from stealing all of those kids lunch money.
The only down side is how much this this body smells. I have to take off my shoes every couple of hours just to air out my new feet. And for some reason this body seems to respond to the odor. The second I take my shoes off I instantly get hard.
Good thing my office door has a lock on it because Principal Rick needs his alone time. Maybe nurse Amy might want a taste of these big sweaty feet. She shifted into one of the lacrosse players and couldn’t keep he eyes off of these puppies when she stopped by last period. I wonder what he’s doing for lunch. Let me page him to come up for a private meeting.
“Nurse Amy please come to the principles office, Nurse Amy to the principle office.”
I put my feet up on the desk so they can right in his face. This should be fun.
Hector:
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Do you remember that one hot teacher that everyone seemed to have a crush on? Well for me that’s my math teacher Mr. Abbott. He’s young, fit, and you should see his butt in a pair of dress pants.
Before the shift I was just your typical teenager. But now I have my hot math teachers body. I’m basically the most popular guy at school now.
Mr. Abbott is a pretty quiet guy and think I know why now. He’s been hiding some things from us this whole time. For starts, the guy has a chiseled stomach underneath all of those sweaters and dress shirts.
And don’t get me started on his cock! I can’t keep my hands off of it. Who knew my shy math teacher has a foot long monster hiding in his pants. Which I love to show off my new equipment in a pair of sweatpants. Everyone loves to get a glimpse of it in the hallways between class.
Every morning before I get ready for school I have to get up early for a mirror jerk session. And nothing makes me cum faster than pretending to be him in the mirror. His voice is deep and raspy in the mornings.
Whoops! Looks like I got myself hard again! Better go take care of this before I get ready. I don’t want to be late for school!
Trevor:
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“Dude smell these bad boys!” says my friend Noah from his new jock body.
“Dang! Those are worst than Ethan’s!”
My friends and I were a couple of gay nerds before the shift. And we were heading to band practice while the soccer team was practicing in the gym. That’s when we shifted into 3 of the star players on the team.
Ethan, Noah, and I were now the proud owners of the bodies of our dreams. We all three used to fantasize about getting just a chance to see one of these guys shirtless. And now we get to play with our jock bodies whenever we want!
“Hey Trevor, do you think we could come over after school and chill in your basement?” says Ethan.
“Of course man! Maybe we can have a little fun if you guys want to stay this weekend. My parents are out of town and you know they keep their liquor cabinet packed.” I add.
“I’m so down! Maybe we could play a around of dungeon and dragons.” says Noah.
I think I have a better game in mind,” How about we play a game of naked twister instead? First one to mess up has to give the other 2 head.”
Noah and Ethan loved my game idea. And I can’t wait to have my friend’s new hot bodies tangled up with mine. Good thing none of us have school tomorrow. I got a feeling tonight’s going to be a long one.
Emily:
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You would think being the head cheerleader that I would be upset about shifting into a boy. But I love my new body! It’s even more flexible than my old one. Who knew that Taylor’s body would be able to do a split so easy? I guess all of those track practice warm ups really paid off.
Although, it’s been a little bit of a transition for me. I don’t mean to point out the obvious but I do have a penis now. The thing freaked me out at first especially when I had to pee the first time standing up.
The only downside is that my boyfriend Chad broke up with me because he’s not into dudes. Which is funny since he’s now a girl. But I don’t care he was kind of dumb. And even though I’m a boy now I’m still attracted to guys.
The good news is that my friend Kelly and I have become really close. She’s the only other girl on the team who shifted into a boy as well. And I found out we have a lot in common.
Maybe I could invite him over tonight after the game. Kelly’s new body is super hot and I caught him a couple of times checking me out.
“Hey Kelly! Can you come over here for a sec? I’ve got something to ask you.” I screamed out waiving him over.
Oh god he’s running over here and I can see his bulge going up and down through his cheerleading skirt. I think I’m going to have to learn how to be a bottom because Kelly’s bulge is huge! Well, wish me luck!
Coach Thomas:
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Let me tell you something, I think I got the best deal in the shift! Before I was a middle aged overweight football couch and I was starting to get burnt out from my job.
But now I’m the captain of the football team! And with my knowledge and this bodies skills we will for sure make it to nationals this year!
Too bad Marshall here was shifted into some overweight girls body. But hey we needed somebody to refill the coolers for the boys.
I love being this young and fit! And my new best friend Joseph seems to like it too. He keeps showering next to me in the locker rooms after practice.
And let’s just say I love to give him a show! I’ll lather up my entire body with soap and slowly massage my new cock with it. The other day all of the other boys made fun of him for having a boner in shower. He tried to play it off by saying he was thinking about some girl named Chelsea.
But I know what’s really turning him on. And can you blame the kid? Who wouldn’t get turned on by this hot body. Maybe I’ll be nice and let him come back to my place after practice.
Coach is feeling a little worked up from all of those runs and my feet are killing me. Maybe he could start out with a foot rub and I might let him suck me off. If he’s lucky.
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