THE LOTTERY

Sigma Alpha Epsilon was the most popular fraternity on campus. The most handsome, successful guys who threw the biggest parties and went on to high profile jobs. Anybody who went through rush week DREAMED of being accepted as a pledge to EAE, but they only took the ELITE and if you weren’t the very definition of perfection … you never had a shot. That’s what everybody thought. If you were a legacy, you had a chance through the secretiveLOTTERY. Only three legacies were chosen every year and even though most thought of it as a random draw from a hat, it was all about who you were and how much money your family was willing to pay to transform you into an EAE brother.

CORPORATE MAN

BARBERSHOP

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P.O.V.

 

MIKE

My Uncle Stephen had always been the most progressive and successful person in our family. He was the black sheep to some degree because he’d never really fit in with our Southern values, but I loved him. Unlike me, he lived in New York and was an attorney. He’d lost the southern accent and any signs that he was from the south and even though I loved my life as a young southern stud, there was a part of me that wondered what it would be like to have escaped, to have done something different with my life like he had.

I wish.

STEPHEN

I loved my life. I lived in the big city. I’d accomplished everything I’d wanted, but with age came regrets. I’d never sewn my wild oats when I was a kid and, honestly, I was a virgin until I was well into my thirties because I denied my sexuality and who I truly was. Even now, I wondered what it would be like to be young and confident again, to really spend my youth having fun and just living without thought or caution. If I had it all to do over again, I would have done things differently. I wouldn’t have been afraid of who I was, but there’s no such thing as second chances, right? But wouldn’t it be amazing if you could start over? Go back to where it all began and get a second chance to really do things differently?

I wish.

MIKE

When I woke this morning, I immediately knew something was different even before I opened my eyes. The sheets were softer against my body. The sounds in the room weren’t from the country. Instead, I heard cars moving along busy streets, and when I moved my hand across my chest I felt hair and … my pecs were soft and full. They were … fat?

CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR

A DIFFERENT ROUTE

 

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OFFICE SWAP

Gavin Danvers was a cocky new guy at the office. I’d hired him about a month ago to be one of new lead salesmen. He was young, everybody loved him and it didn’t hurt that he was incredibly sexy. Unfortunately for me, he was straight as an arrow and, even if he wasn’t, there’s no way he’d give me a second look. I was pushing fifty and well past my prime. But, I didn’t hire Gavin to play with. I hired Gavin to become.

As soon as he entered my office with his perfect, All-American looks and cute smile, I knew he was the one. I’d had the spell for about half a year and was planning on using it when the time was right. I also wanted to make sure I found a new body and life that I’d enjoy living. This was a one-way trip so it had to be the right body and person. Of course, I’d be lying if I said the very thought of becoming Gavin didn’t drive me crazy.

I went a few months getting to know him, going out for drinks and watching him. The way he spoke to people. The way he used those good looks to take charge and get what he wanted. After a while, I started to have second thoughts. Gavin wasn’t a bad guy, but it wasn’t about punishing somebody. This was about me and what I wanted. Gavin didn’t have a choice in the matter and, as we hung out at the bar, I dropped the powder that would enact the spell. I then watched Gavin drink it down and wondered what it would feel like to be in that body when I woke up the next morning. I was going to be Gavin Danvers, and he was going to become me.

STOLEN WISHES

BEING WILLIAM

You’ve always desired to have the ability to CHANGE, to become someone other than who you are. We’ve all fantasized about it. We’ve all wondered what it would feel like to live in another man’s skin, to feel another man’s clothes on a foreign body, to hear a stranger’s voice leave your mouth. And, especially, to see a new reflection in the mirror and wonder WHO he is and what it would feel like to walk in his shoes … to live his life.  But today, this desire will come true. It already has.

You find yourself standing in a strange place. It looks to be some kind of men’s store, suits lining the racks around you as you look down at your body. It’s very different than the one you’re used to. You find a perfectly tailored suit. You’re tall, fit. You look at your hands. Strong, well-manicured. You’re not quite sure who or where you are, but soon find a mirror on a nearby wall and see your reflection for the first time.

It’s unlike anything else to see yourself for the first time … in this new body. You’re in your early thirties with a perfect haircut and ice blue eyes. You’re quite handsome and can’t help but move your hands to your unfamiliar face … to prove to yourself that this IS you now. You’re dashing. That’s the word that comes to mind as you rub your shortly trimmed beard, your full lips smirking as you wonder what you look like OUT of these clothes.

AGED

 

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A BETTER BLAKE

SHIFTER - PART 1

My name is Blake Weiss … or at least it used to be. I’m not sure if anybody will ever read this, and I’m not sure why I’m writing it, but I figured if I sent emails to this address I could always go back and retrieve them no matter who I became. I know how that sounds. This is going to sound crazy, but I don’t exist anymore. Not that Blake Weiss was rocking life or anything. I wasn’t, but sometimes I miss who I was … even though I hated myself. I think that’s how it all started. I’d never liked myself. So, I’d have fantasies about being other people.

When I jerked off it would be as I imagined I was somebody else, anybody else. It’s what got me hard and really excited me. What would it feel like to look in the mirror and see a different face, to feel somebody else’s clothes on my body. To hear another voice when I spoke. The idea was intoxicating and seemed much more interesting that a twenty-something kid who had never done anything important or looked anything more than ordinary. Hard part was that the rest of my family were pretty accomplished. My older brother was an attorney at a small firm. He had more women than I could even imagine … but he was also a total asshole.

UNCLE TREVOR

Forced Change...Part 1.

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