MAKEOVER MASTER - JAKE

When I was hired by Jake’s parents, I could understand why they wanted their son to get one of my life makeovers. He was an okay looking guy in his early thirties, living in their basement, and he was a total waste of space. Spending most of his time watching porn and jerking off, he spent the rest at the local biker bars shooting pool with the other alpha assholes. He was also kind of a conservative, sexist asshole who couldn’t hold a job. His parents, not surprisingly, were disappointed. So, they hired me. I’d take over his life for as long as I needed and could do with it what I wanted, reprogramming Jake into something they could be proud of instead of what he’d become. 

The first week in his body, I did what I always do. I lived as Jake would. I smoked his cigars, made his off color jokes, cattle called women and jerked off to women with big tits before a night of Nascar and Fox News. It took some getting used to being in his beefy body, and learning to walk with his meaty cock made things even more interesting. I could see where Jake got his swagger, and I have to admit, I loved being in his big, strong body. I loved running my hands over his hairy bear gut. I loved playing with my new cock and and being bald again was euphoric. I also found my host attractive. His full beard. His piercing eyes and, believe it or not, a gorgeous, sweet smile. Jake definitely wasn’t bad looking … he was just bad, but all that’s changed now. 

I’ve been in Jake, or I now prefer Jeffrey, for over three years. Thanks to my incredible parents, I enrolled in law school and have dedicated my life to helping those in need, focusing mostly on civil rights and helping those in the gay community. Speaking of, I came out to my parents, and they’ve been so supportive. 

I traded in my biker hacker for suits and the only porn I watch is with my boyfriend Derek. We share an apartment downtown. I’m now working as a paralegal at my father’s firm and look forward to joining as a licensed attorney after graduation. 

After that, I think I just might ask Derek to marry me. I almost hate to leave this life, but my work’s almost done. Maybe I’ll stay just long enough to graduate and pop the question, spend one last night in Derek’s arms. 

Jake’s not going to recognize his life when I give it back to him, but it will be too late. He’s a big gay teddy bear now, and he loves the way a suit feels and the way Derek’s cock tastes a lot more than leather and cigars.

I gave him the perfect life. Soon, I’ll move on to my next client. Let me know if you need to hire me. I’ll be available soon.