NEW YEAR. NEW YOU.

 

I've had the power to transform for longer than I can remember and each year I imagine the kind of life I want to live and let the fates take hold. This New Year's Day I will awake with a full beard in a furry, manly body. People will desire me, my scent musky and overtly masculine. I'll be a TRUE man who lives off the land and looks just as good in suit as he does in flannel. A dominant personality will overwhelm me. I can't wait to know what it feels like to have that kind of confidence coursing through my veins.

But, why should I be the only one? This year, I am sharing the gift of change. So, let Master Grey change you. Tell me who or what you'd like to be. Is it as simple as a cocky jock or do you prefer something more refined like an English gentleman? Or perhaps you've had your eye on a certain celebrity? Is it a body swap or a transformation? Tell Master Grey your deepest desires, no matter how simple or diverse, and I'll whisper to the Fates and see what happens. 

Besides, why should I be the only one who receives the opportunity for a NEW YEAR . . . NEW YOU? Send me a single photo or a request or even just a name or a description of the person you wish to be. Transformations begin on New Years Day.

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SECOND CHANCE

Malcolm knew there were fewer days ahead than behind and was lonelier that ever. It was Christmas. He had no family and very few friends, his entire life given to work and worshipping the almighty dollar. He’d never fallen in love or had children and regretted every moment he’d wasted on meaningless things . . . and he wished he could have a second chance. He’d do everything differently.

FAMILY MAN

It was Christmas Eve and Eddie found himself alone again. It was much different than when he was a kid, when he was surrounded by family and laughter and love. It got worse every year. People passed away and family members became distant. And now, finally, he was alone. He’d never gotten married or had kids and there was a part of him that wished, more than anything that he could have that life . . . that he could have that flawless Christmas.

Closing his eyes, he imagined what it would be like. A wife. Kids. The smell of a freshly cut tree. The world would be a very different place and he could almost smell the scent of cinnamon and evergreen in the air as he closed his eyes. He felt a warmth rise inside him as he wished harder, as he wished life could be different. He dreamed of a different time when things were simpler, when Christmas was magical again.

COACH ESKEW

I never thought I’d ever know what it felt like to be a REAL MAN. I was just an awkward teenager who couldn’t build muscle if I tried, and I had . . . trust me. It was also hard being the kid who was picked on all the time. Not only by the jocks and other bigger guys, but by the PE teachers and coaches as well. One in particular, Coach Eskew, loved to give me a hard time. He was always pushing me to do better and try harder. There was a part of me that hated him, but another part of me that wanted to know what it felt like to be a cocky, alpha male like Coach Eskew.

MAKING AMERICA GREAT AGAIN

I had been frustrated ever since the election and honestly couldn’t understand how somebody like Trump was elected. I was a gay man who was suddenly very afraid that my rights were going to be taken away, but there was a part of me that just wished I could understand.

This morning, I woke up and everything was much clearer. I awoke in a different, lavish apartment, in a different body. Everything had shifted. I was now a young man, blonde hair and blue eyes and, to my surprise I was straight as an arrow and, even more surprising . . . I was a young Republican who was now working within Trump’s campaign team, and I loved every moment of it. Everything he said and did made complete sense and all I wanted to do was learn from him, to BE like him. He was my idol and all thoughts of never looking up to such a magnificent man were long gone afterthoughts and the thought of fucking some faggot made me sick. I mean, why wouldn’t I look up to Trump. He was my father after all. All six of his children loved him and we’d do anything for him.

I was completely straight now, dating a hot young British intern who let me fuck her hard whenever and wherever I wanted. She left her phone at my place last night and I’m on my way to see her now. May as well take a photo on her phone so she’ll have something to remember me by. I look hot, the spitting image of my father.

I was Jonathan Trump and yeah, I think I’m going to go far in the next eight years. I’m going to help my father fucking make America Great again!

PERFECT WISH

His name was Brock and he was a homophobic neighbor of mine who always took every opportunity to be a true asshole. He’d jokingly say “HEY FAGGOT! I know baby, I wish you could tap this too, but I’m just not your type!” when he saw me outside or rub his dick and lick his lips. I guess he thought that’s what I was into and, although Brock was a good looking jock I was a big guy too. To be totally honest, Brock wasn’t my type, but seemed to think he was God’s gift to women . . . and men evidently. He was harmless for the most part, but the same old digs got old and I was finally tired of it.