LATE BLOOMER

            Ryan was a late bloomer, and had been a virgin for forty years. Yeah, he’d heard all the jokes and been called a loser more times than he could count and, after a while, he started to believe it. He binged and purged and learned to suffocate his feelings with food. By the time he was forty, he’d ballooned to almost four hundred pounds, and was miserable and completely alone. He never imagined he’d have a normal life and sex scared the hell out of him. Yeah, he loved his dick and played with it every day and, as time went on, he began to imagine what it would be like to be a normal guy . . . a guy with muscles and a flat stomach . . . a guy that could have any woman he wanted. 

 

            When he closed his eyes and jerked off, he'd imagine he was anybody else. He wasn’t Ryan the piece of shit anymore . . . he was an Adonis or a famous actor or even the handsome guy he saw on the bus on the way home. He could picture it all in his mind and, after a while, began to wonder if maybe he was gay. Maybe he was fantasizing about these men because he wanted them. Maybe that was why he was so terrified of sex.

            He started trolling Craigslist, searching for a hookup but nobody wanted a “chub” and the endless emails were exhausting. He came close to meeting a guy a couple of times, but it never happened. After the picture exchange it was always over because they all wanted the hot guys. Desperate, he finally turned to other sites . . . escorts.

THE CHANGE

My name’s Derek and I have a good life. I’ve got a sweet job doing animation for video games and pretty much live on my Xbox. I play all night, wake up, go to work and play all day and then come home . . . repeat. It’s kind of awesome, but I don’t have much of a social life. It’s something I’ve come to accept, and I’m okay with it. Yeah, I’ve never had sex and I’m twenty-seven, but what’s the point? I didn’t really hit the genetic jackpot when it came to looks, and I WAS NOT great with women. Don’t have a lot of self-confidence and mostly feel like a piece of shit all the time.

Guess I can thank my dad for that. It’s all I heard growing up, how worthless I was, how I’d never amount to anything. Dad was an asshole, and I’ve accepted that I’ll spend the rest of my life deprogramming myself and most likely masturbating myself into oblivion.

CHRISTMAS SWAPS 3

     Christmas morning was a time for miraculous changes for those who deserved it, but for others it was a time of payback . . . for being naughty.

OFFICER MATHEWS, MARCUS AND HENRY

 

     Marcus was in his second year of law school at Harvard, and had been obsessed with making things right in the world since he was a kid. Unfortunately, he'd not been born with the drive or stamina to do what he truly wanted to do . . . become a police officer. But, when he opened his eyes on Christmas morning, he wasn't in his own body. He was no longer the stocky black law student with glasses and a 4.0 GPA. He was Officer Brent Mathews.

     Getting ready for work, the last of Officer Mathews memories flooded Marcus's mind. It was strange being in a different body and being an older white man who was the complete opposite of who Marcus was before. That wasn't even the strangest part. He loved putting on the tight uniform and badge. He loved the weight of his belt and the way the gun felt in his hand. Mathews was exactly who Marcus dreamed of being when he was a kid, and then he realized that Mathews was as dirty cop. He took bribes under the table and abused his badge . . . but Marcus would change all that. He'd make Mathews the fucking bad ass cop he should be.

     The strangest part of it all was being straight. The thought of dick and riding another man's ass made him almost sick to his stomach, but the thought of riding his girlfriend made him hard as a rock. 

     He was taking her out for Christmas dinner tonight and Mathews was going to propose. He knew she'd say yes and Marcus couldn't help but smile as he put on his shades and gave his reflection a stern look before snapping a photo. This was who he was now. He was going to turn Mathews life around and show his future wife just how much he loved her when he got off duty tonight. He was going to be the dominant, alpha male he'd always dreamed of being. 

CHRISTMAS SWAPS 2

     Christmas morning was a time for miraculous changes for those who were nice, but for others it was a time of payback . . . for being naughty.

ADAM AND SAM

 

     Adam stood there, staring at his son's reflection. He'd gone to bed with his wife, listening to her bitch about Christmas and all the things he had left to do. But, when he woke up Christmas morning he wasn't in his body anymore. He was in his son's.

     It was like looking at himself twenty-five years ago. He'd always been an amazing father and husband, but he was tired of his life and wished for a second chance. If he could do it all over again, he'd make different choices. He'd live life to the fullest, take more chances and have A LOT more fun. Maybe that's what this was . . . a second chance. He was young and handsome again and couldn't help but smile at his son's reflection. He would've felt bad if his son wasn't such a spoiled asshole. 

     He snapped a pic with his phone. He'd heard the kids talking about Tinder, and it was time he checked it out. Maybe he'd check Grinder out while he was at it. After all, he was going to take more chances this time around. May as well be open to a little cock every now and then.

CHRISTMAS SWAPS 1

     Christmas morning was a time for miraculous changes for those who were nice, but for others it was a time of payback . . . for being naughty. 

MR. JACOBS AND MELANIE

 

     Melanie had always lusted after her boyfriend Todd's dad, Mr. Jacobs. For a long time she fantasized about giving him a serious blow job, wondering if his dick was anything like Todd's . . . maybe bigger, better. But, when she woke up Christmas morning in Mr. Jacob's body, she realized that she wasn't hot for him. She wanted to be him. 

     Standing there, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she felt her new cock swell in her pants and eased her new, strong hand into her pants and felt herself up. She was covered in precum and couldn't help but smile. Damn she was good looking.

     "I think I'm going to have fun in this body," she said, the sound of her own masculine voice making her rise even more.   

STOCKING STUFFERS

     Hey guys! Wanted to first thank you for reading my stories. I know the blog is new, but the support has been overwhelming, and I TRULY appreciate it. I've only been live for two weeks, but truly enjoying writing for you all.

     As a gift from me to you, when you wake up tomorrow morning there will be three new Christmas Swap stories waiting for you in your stockings. They are short, but I figured why should Santa have all the fun, right? 

     Hope you all have an AWESOME CHRISTMAS and wake up in the body of your dreams!

CHRISTMAS WISH

          Teddy had never found true love and even though he was a perfectly handsome, older bear, he didn’t get out much. It’s not that he didn’t want to hook up with guys or play around. He was just into guys that he felt were way out of his league and staying home and jerking off to porn with his cock ring on seemed easier than getting turned down all the time. It was something he’d accepted long ago . . . until Nick and Gavin moved in next door.

OFFICE WHORE

I’d been an intern for about six months at one of the largest law firms in the country, and I was a damn hard worker. Graduated from Harvard, top of my class. Professional. Achieved every benchmark put in front of me. My future was bright and I was climbing the ladder exactly as I’d planned. That’s until Dominique Marcum found out I was gay.

THE BEST MARINE

          My older brother, Chris, had always been the JOCK in our family. He was stocky and perfect and everybody’s favorite guy. I’d looked up to him forever, but wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to follow in his footsteps. He’d joined the Marines with his best friend Pete and they were inseparable. I didn’t have a best friend and I wasn’t really Marines material. Sure, I was just fifteen, but if I was going to start filling out like my brother, it would have started already.
      I guess I was just cursed to be the tiny little brother my entire life. I wished I could have a shot at a life like that.

DATE NIGHT

    

     It was Friday night, I was eighteen and should have been out with my friends, but my mom made me stay home to watch my little brother. It was my parent's "date night." They had one every week and went out to eat dinner at some cheesy ass restaurant and to a movie or whatever old assholes did. I really have no clue what they do, but we had a huge fight about it and she still made me stay at home. 

     What a total bitch.
     "I wish I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. She had no idea what it was like to be me."

     Standing in the kitchen, I stumbled back, suddenly dizzy as everything went black.

NEW NEIGHBORS

            Randy James paced within the paneled walls of his trailer, the phone up to his ear as he continued his rant.   

“You don’t have to be no rocket scientist to know the world is goin’ to shit in a bucket. Damn illegal aliens and homo marriages and people flaunting all their damn business in my face. Makes me wonder what the hell happened to America. Fuckin’ shame,” he said, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a can of Skoal as he refilled his lower lip, the bitter tobacco taste hitting him.

            “One of them fags even moved in next door and to top it off he’s a black ass. Looks like some kind of damn thug and next thing you know he’ll be all up in here with his thumping music and shit. Goddamn fuckers taking over. All I got to say is he better just stay on his side of the fence. He don’t wanna mess with Ole Randy here. I’ll show him how Southern I really am.”

            Randy stepped in front of his mirror and nodded at his reflection. “Okay, Baby. I’ll see you in thirty and wear something dirty.” He laughed at his own joke before hanging up. He then started to look himself over. Worn trucker hat. Wife beater. Tattered jeans with his favorite rebel flag belt buckle. Lifting up his phone, he snapped a photo.

            “You’re gonna get fucking laid tonight, you good lookin’ son of gun.”

BEFORE THE BALL

I opened my eyes and found myself in a completely different place, confused and not sure WHAT was happening. I started to turn my head and felt a hand hold it in place.

            “Come on man, hold still. Almost done.”

MILITARY MONDAY

     I have always fantasized about being in the military and uniforms are a HUGE turn on for me. I love the thought of wearing one and having a shaved head. So, with that in mind, I am giving birth to MILITARY MONDAY, where I will strive to post a new Military-based story each Monday. So, hope my fantasy sparks something in you. I can't imagine I'm the only guy out there that wouldn't LOVE to swap with a man uniform.

THE VALET

My name is William Perkins, and I’ve been a personal Valet for over forty-two years. I’ve given my entire life in the honor of serving others and I’ve honestly enjoyed it. It’s a dying trade and one I’ve given everything to. But, there is a part of me that always wondered what it would be like to be on the other side of the fence, to be one of the elite and chosen, to be a part of the wealth I’d been surrounded by my entire life. 

BIRTHDAY WISH

This is me with my husband, Gerry. He’s my big, gray Bear and we have an amazing life together. Lately, he’s been acting distant. I know that he hates getting older and yeah, there’s an age difference, but it doesn’t bother me like it does him. To top it off, today’s his birthday and I have something special planned. 

REX

 

Randy was born with the genetic make-up of a loser. He was a tiny, freckled ginger that stood out in a crowd . . . but not in a good way. He’d never been on a date and often fantasized what it would be like to be HUGE and MASCULINE. What would it be like to take control and have any man he wanted? It sucked, but he’d given into his fate a long time ago. He’d just masturbate himself to oblivion and be lonely forever.

CELEBRITY PART 1

I'd spent my entire life wishing I were somebody else, and when I ran across the strange magic shop in a back alley of New York, I never imagined my wish would come true. I was straight out of an old Hollywood film, complete with ancient old woman who had potions and spells for every occasion. She knew immediately what I wanted and gave me a potion that would allow me to possess three bodies, the last one becoming permanent.

I thought about how to proceed. Who did I want to be in the very end? Any other person would’ve just picked random, hot guys, but I’d waited a lifetime on this opportunity. I wasn’t going to waste it. I wanted to be somebody special and finally landed on a certain male celebrity I’d always dreamed of being. But, I had to get close to him. I had to touch him, but I couldn’t do it in public. I had to posses somebody CLOSE to him.

That’s how I ended up in this body.

HIPSTERED

Sitting in the coffee shop, I see this Hipster ordering coffee at the counter. He's not overly handsome, but has a great look to him, and I suddenly wish I was young again. He's wearing a thick green bow tie, a vintage vest and has a killer tweed hat on, the end of his thick mustache curled perfectly on the ends above just the right amount of beard and scruff. Like I said, not overly attractive, but he has THE LOOK. He is the definition of young Hipster.

PARENT DAY

It’s going to sound crazy, but I’ve been swapping for over three centuries now. I guess it’s not really swapping anymore . . . when you simply take over a person’s body and live their life until you’re ready to move on. Honestly, I can barely remember who I was originally. There have been so many lives, but I never get tired of it. Each new body and life and memories wash over me like a drug and, yes, I’m completely addicted. Hard not to be with this gift.

Right now, it’s 2007. I’ve been living as a boy in Minnesota for the last five years. I was tired of being an adult and thought it’d be fun to get taken care of and simply go to school and play and not worry about all the minutiae that comes with being an adult. But, as I reached my teen years, I was getting tired of it all and had very little desire to go through puberty yet again. It was never fun, but who would be next?

I’d kept my eyes open for my next body and life. It’s never planned, really. Yeah, sometimes I have an inkling of an idea of who or what I’d like to become, but this time I was just letting fate decide. When the right person came along, I’d know it. And then, as if on demand, Sergeant Richard Grant showed up at our school. He was one of the parents speaking at career day, and when he walked through the door in his uniform and huge muscular frame I knew I was ready to be a cop again. I just had to find the right opportunity.

MORNING MILF

My name is Thomas Murphy . . . at least I used to be. I know you usually hear stories like this about assholes who deserve what they get, but the thing is I wasn’t an asshole. I was the most popular guy in school, friends with everybody and was headed to Harvard in the fall. I pretty much had my whole life planned out and had even met the love of my life, Bethany. We were supposed to head to Prom tonight, and I had the perfect everything lined up. Limo. Hotel room for the after party. I was going to make this a night she’d never forget and we were going to fuck like rabbits until the sun came up. It’s not just about that though. I really love her and my life is . . . was PERFECT.

Last week, all that changed. I don’t know how it happened, but I woke up in another bed. At first, I thought it was a dream. My blue bedroom walls had turned into old wood paneling and I felt heavier somehow. I walked into the bathroom and almost got sick from what I saw. Tyler Marcum. His reflection stared back at me. It’s not that he was disgusting or anything. He was one of the stockiest guys in school and worked out like a horse, a thick strip of hair lining his chin just below his intense gaze. He looked like an asshole, but one who could probably fuck any girl he wanted if he played his cards right but everybody hated him because he was, in short, a huge dick at school.

SECOND CHANCE

I’d been teaching for over twenty years. I’d gone through a wife. A full head of hair and had a couple of kids who more hated me than treated me like their father. It wasn’t the life I’d dreamed of when I left college. I thought I was going to change the world, but I was an idiot. A teacher. What the hell was I thinking? I should have done something more, I don’t know . . . exceptional, fun? But it was too late.

I sat at my desk, the room quiet as I watched my high school class finish a pop quiz I’d sprung on them at the last minute. Honestly, it made me happy to mess with their perfect little lives. I looked up, Jeremy Goldstone covering his paper so the jocks couldn’t cheat off him. This kid was your typical High School train wreck. Brilliant. Awkward. Class President mostly because nobody else wanted to be, and he had no idea what to do with the girls . . . not that any had any interest. He acted like a mini-adult, wore ties and made straight A’s. He was a lock for Valedictorian and living at the bottom of the high school food chain. It was a story I’d seen play out a hundred times, and even though he had ZERO clue right now, he’d grow out of his awkward looks and become a handsome rock star in college. I envied him and all things he had ahead of him.

Welcome!!

Hello one and all. Adam Grey here! I appreciate you checking out my BLOG.

I am a lover of Body Swap stories and have been cruising several Swap Blogs for a while now and, honestly, have gotten off on more than I can count.

As much as I truly love everybody's stories, I also love to write and figured it was time for me to join the fray. I hope you find something here that inspires you or just gets you horny as hell and, if you have any ideas or requests, I am open to writing something up for you.

Now, let's have some fun and transform into somebody hot!