TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY...

 

     If I had my wish, I'd wake up in a body like this. I've always imagined what it would feel like to open my eyes and realize that MY body is gone. Looking down at my new hands, my torso replaced with tanned pecs and abs. I'd leap out of bed, find the nearest mirror and just stand there in shock. I'm gorgeous. My eyes, my hair. Everything. The sensation of having those muscles, flexing them for the first time. What would it be like to hear my new voice? What would it feel like to have sex in a body like this? It'd be an entirely different world.

     I could have anybody I wanted. I could wear anything I wanted and I'd look insanely hot. It's a life I've only imagined, but today . . . my birthday wish might come true. 

     I'm going to bed now and, if you're reading this, picture me with this body. Maybe if enough of us wish upon that star, it could really happen!

     How awesome would that be?

AVOIDING GYM CLASS

     Nobody really remembers what it's like to be a kid, to be small and weak. Even worse, being an almost invisible kid in eighth grade. I say invisible because it would be BETTER to be invisible instead of picked on every single day by Jimmy Messenger. He's the jerk that's been tormenting me since the fifth grade.

     I'd told my dad how it felt, but he said things would get better and that I needed to stop looking at all the negatives and try to concentrate on the positives. It was easy for him because he was an adult. He was past the shit part and, honestly, he'd never had a bad day in his life. He was the guy that everybody loved. Had an awesome job, good looking, tall and respected. And don't get me started on my hot step mom. Let's just say I didn't get his jackpot DNA. It sucked and he had ZERO clue what it was like being unpopular. He'd never known a day of unpopular in his life.

     I sat in the bathroom during gym class, trying to avoid the fact that just beyond the doors awaited Jimmie. Gym was always the worst. I was small for my age, had barely hit puberty and let's just say the locker room wasn't my friend. I still had lingering PTSD from the last wedgie Jimmie had inflicted on me, and I knew it wouldn't be my last. 

     Sitting there, I wondered what my dad was doing at that very moment. I hadn't seen him in a week, but he was supposed to pick me up for school this afternoon for the weekend. He was probably at some awesome client lunch or cruising around in his Tesla. I wish I could be more like him. I'd never wanted anything more in my life.

     I closed my eyes and imagined what it would feel like if I were him. What would it be like to skip all the BS of junior high and high school and just BE an adult with everything. I took a deep breath and it was strange, my body tingled and I felt a little dizzy, but focused on the air moving in and out of my lungs. It passed pretty quickly, but I felt off somehow, almost heavier if that makes sense. It didn't matter though. No amount of wishful thinking was going to help me get out of gym class. It was time to face Jimmie Messenger and get today's trauma out of the way. 

     I opened my eyes with a sigh, but was shocked by what I found. Yeah, I was still in a bathroom, but it wasn't a gym stall. It was white tile and modern. Confused, I glanced around the room, standing. That's when I realized I was MUCH taller and NOT in my own body anymore. I was wearing a navy suit and staggered back to see my reflection in the mirror, but it wasn't me . . . it was my dad, and he looked incredibly shocked. 

     Glancing down, I saw his dick hanging out of his pants and, at first, I looked away, but couldn't help looking back up at it.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO TO ME?

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BIG BROTHER

I’d always been insanely jealous of my older brother. I was a freshman in college and still incredibly awkward, but he’d always been the golden child. Handsome. Masculine. He could get laid by anybody he wanted and was six years older than me. Already through with college and even law school, he was a high-powered attorney at a killer law firm in Los Angeles. He represented some of the hottest actors in the world. I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to BE him . . . until I opened my eyes and found myself in his office.

One minute I was lying in my dorm, falling asleep as I was reading over a Biology assignment and when I opened my eyes, I was in a different place. I’d only been in his office a few times during Spring break, but recognized it immediately. What I didn’t recognize is the voice coming from behind me and the hand sliding over my ass.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck this ass all day,” he said. It was a strong, deep voice I'd suddenly remembered from somewhere. I turned and saw one of my brother’s clients standing behind me, but not just ANY client. It was freakin’ Jonathan Goodwin . . . only one of the hottest actors in all of Hollywood. He was completely naked, running his hand from my ass up my back.

“What’s going on? How did I get here?” I asked, my voice sounding VERY different, but familiar. I looked down at my hands, at the expensive watch and then reached up to feel my full beard. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. This couldn’t be happening, could it?

“So, we’re going to role play, Mark?” Jonathan asked, smirking at me. “I like it.”

            Mark? HOLY SHIT. I was my brother. Somehow, I was in his body and before I could say anything else, I felt Jonathan’s hard cock teasing my ass. I should have been horrified, but I wasn’t. It felt . . . it felt nice.
              "Oh wow," I whispered, rolling my eyes. This was totally happening.

THE REAL CAPTAIN

 

            
          The first time I saw Drill Sergeant Cooper I knew boot camp was going to be hell. Yeah, I’d expected it, but when he stepped onto the bus and started screaming at us in his deep, southern voice I started to second guess my dream of becoming a Marine. As expected, the next few months of my life were a living hell. I considered dropping out more times than I could count. It wasn’t that I was afraid or couldn’t take the pressure, but the fact was I'd never be as big as the other guys. . . no matter how hard I tried.

MAN OF THE HOUSE

            I was tired of hearing my husband give me shit about how EASY it was to be a housewife and everything he “expected” me to do on a daily basis. He’d go to the office every day and I’d stay at , working hard to create a happy life for us both, but he never thanked me and, honestly, treated me more like property than a wife. I was supposed to have dinner on the table and let him do whatever, whenever he wanted, but it all changed when the old gypsy woman showed up on my doorstep with the promise of being able to fulfill my wishes and alter reality.

            I wanted him to feel what it was like to be the bitch, to do whatever I said . . . to please me whenever I asked for it. It wasn’t what I expected, but I woke up and things were VERY different. 

PLAYING SOLDIER

I’m not sure how it happened, but the other night I was jerking off and wishing I was my big brother and the next morning I woke up overseas in his body. He was A LOT bigger than I ever was and a lot more of a man. Always had been.