WEDDING DATE

I wasn’t a fan of going to weddings. I was a complete introvert and always envied those guys who could tear up the dance floor or give the perfect toast. Like my sister’s boyfriend, Todd. Yeah, his name was Todd . . . typical . . . he was a former jock who now worked in stocks. Like I said, typical. 

Everybody loved him and I wanted nothing more than to be like him with his perfect suits, confidence and killer looks. Even now, standing in front of a room full of people, giving the toast as the best man . . . he was completely cool.

Then, something happened. The world went dark for a split second and I suddenly found myself standing in a different place. I was now at the front of the room, glass raised as everybody toasted. I tried to act normal, taking a sip of champagne before quickly moving to the bathroom to find Todd’s reflection staring back at me. HOLY SHIT! I was Todd. Dark hair. Perfect smile. I could feel the confidence, Todd’s memories seeping into my mind as I realized that I WAS NOW TODD.

I felt my new dick get hard at the thought as I smiled at myself in the mirror. Why not see what old Todd, or me, was packing down there. I unzipped my suit pants and slid my hand in, pulling out my beautifully perfect cock. Of course it was. It was Todd’s dick. It HAD to be perfect. I started jacking off, staring at myself in the mirror, my dick jutting out from the dark suit when . . .

MY SISTER WALKED IN. At first, I started to cover myself, but then I realized . . . I was Todd and this wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before. I knew my sister and Todd had been fucking for a while, but I never knew how talented she was as she got on her knees and started working my dick like a pro. DAMN, being Todd was going to be everything I ever imagined. I couldn’t wait to hit the dance floor, but maybe I’d take my girlfriend for a ride on my massive cock first. I loved to make her squeal.

MY NEW HUNGER

I’d never felt hungry like this before, as sexually charged as I did in my brother’s body. I’d awaken in a different city, in my brother Adam’s apartment to find myself surrounded by his things. At first I was confused, but when I found his reflection staring back at me in the bathroom mirror, I knew something had happened … I’d become my older brother, but every trace of myself was gone. It’s like I’d never existed at all.

ALAN'S LESSON

Alan was one of the most self-absorbed people I’d ever met. He spent his days giving orders to others and giving little thought to how it affected their lives, and he loved belittling those beneath him. He was a privileged prick and, even though I tried to stay out of the lives of humans, it was hard to pass up the opportunity to make a few changes. It was in my Jin nature to mix things up a bit, and I felt Alan needed a little shake up in his life. I’d make sure he enjoyed it.

PRIDE

I see him sitting there on the park bench, across the way. On any other day, I’d think him quite handsome, but I am a MASTER after all, and can see beyond what he wants the world to know. I can see into his mind. I can hear the whispers of his thoughts dancing on the wind, his most guarded thoughts and secrets … a cracked doorway into who he really is.

On the outside, he’s a young businessman in his early thirties. Handsome enough, puffing on a vape cig while talking on the phone as he watches the Pride Parade move down Fifth Avenue. I walk closer, his thoughts becoming even more clear as I hear his phone conversation.

BEST FRIENDS

WOW! That’s all I could think as I looked in the mirror. When I’d gone to sleep, I was just an average little black twink. My best friend, Dana, was bitching at dinner about how hard it was to meet a great guy and, of course, I totally agreed. We started talking about how we wished WE were perfect for each other, but how would that work? I mean, I was gay and she wasn’t so our parts didn’t necessarily match, and I wasn’t the normal jock hipster type she normally went for. Until now…

COSTUME SHOP - ACCEPTED

Ryan spent his whole life pretending to be something he wasn't...STRAIGHT. He was barely out of college,  but was still in the closet, knowing his family and friends would never accept the fact he was gay. It wasn't fair, and he wished more than anything he has the courage to come out and truly BE who he was. It would be amazing to have that kind of courage, to have that life. 

FREAKY FRIDAY

Derek had been complaining lately about how I just didn’t understand him and how he tried

so hard to be everything I wanted, but I never truly appreciated it and just wanted to fuck all

the time. Of course, I thought he was crazy. I told him to get over it and just be happy he had

such a hot bear boyfriend like me to come home to every night and to do what he was told.

It wasn’t like things were going to change. 

That’s what I thought until I woke up this morning in Derek’s body. Friday the 13th, an unlucky

day. At first, I was shocked to see Derek’s little twink face staring back at me in the mirror.

There wasn’t a hair on his thin body, and I was pissed at first, but then I started to enjoy how

light and clean I felt. I was so smooth and my nipples were pink and so sensitive. I started to

feel submissive. All I really wanted was to look good for my Bear Daddy. That’s when I got the

text. 

MR. CLARK

His name was Clark. I’d been watching him for quite some time and it’s easy to see why. He worked hard on his body and had an undeniable charisma that attracted me from the day I saw him at the gym. Of course, he couldn’t see me, but I watched him for a week or so, followed him through his days at the company. He was a player. With the ladies. With the men at work. He did whatever he had to do to climb that corporate ladder and had more drive to be wealthy and successful than anybody else. So, I decided to have a little fun … why not?

That’s what Masters do.

BECOMING CARTER EVANS

His name was Carter and he lived next door to me. When he’d first moved in I’d tried to introduce myself and do the whole “good neighbor” thing, but what I learned very quickly is that even though Carter looked like a nice guy on the outside who definitely had his shit together when it came to looks and fashion, he was a narcissistic asshole. He brought a different girl home every night, and I always heard him sweet talking them in the hall outside my door. I’m not going to lie, I wanted to be Carter and, finally made the decision that’s exactly what I was going to do.

LORD JOHN GREY

I missed the days where country came first, when people actually had pride in service and doing what was right? It felt like the future, which was supposed to be so hopeful and progressive had become unrecognizable, and I found myself wishing to live in a country on the brink of change and being a part of that change.

I wanted to make a difference.

Imagine my surprise when I awoke in a different country this morning … in a different body and, most surprisingly … a different time.

I'M CUMMING HOME...

I've been on TUMBLR for a while now, but since they started their ban on anything and everything adult, I feel like they really screwed a lot of us over who like to see a little ADULT CONTENT now and again. SO, I'm happy to report that I'm returning to the magical place it all began . . . back to the original ADAMS BODY SWAP.

I will be posting new stuff from TUMBLR and look forward to reconnecting to all you EBLOGGER peeps. I guess you always cum home, eh?

Cheers,

Master Grey