THE PERFECT WISH

It felt horrible not being able to kiss Anthony on such an important day at such an important moment. We were at his police academy graduation. He’d worked so hard, and I was so proud of him. I loved him more than anything, but we lived in a very small town and being gay just wasn’t something that was accepted, especially on the police force. They were “REAL MEN,” and Anthony had to play by the rules. It sucked. We should be able to hold hands and he should be able to take me in his arms and just BE who we are. We should be allowed to simply love each other.

I imagined what it would be like if we had everything we’d ever wanted. He’d be a big muscular, respected cop and he’d come home to me every day and we’d have a couple of kids, and the world would just look at us like any “normal” couple. I would do anything to have that life.  

“Are you sure?” The old woman sat across from me in the carnie tent. They’d rolled into town, and I’d heard that this woman, this particular woman, was the real deal. She wasn’t just some tarot reading gypsy taking money from gullible people. She could give those that deserved it their greatest desire. “The life you ask for is a very different life than the one you have. You must be sure before making such a wish.”

“I want us to be happy. I want Anthony to be respected. I want to be able to love him in public, to show the world we are meant to be together.” I took a breath and looked down at the table between us. I placed the money and unopened bottle of tequila on the table. She’d also asked for a small personal item from both Anthony and me. I slid a photo of us from our first date on the table. We were younger, even smaller if that was possible, and it was one of my most prized possessions. “Can you, do it? Will you?”

“I can feel your love for this man,” she said, taking the money before opening the bottle of tequila. “I can make you wish so.” She lit a candle between us, took a long drink of tequila before setting the photo on fire. She placed the burning photo on the table, splitting the vodka out over before beginning to chant a language I’d never heard before. For a second, I thought this was INSANE.

It was strange request, but I didn’t know how all this worked.

She then grabbed my hand, pulled me forward and screamed one last word before she whispered. “This will only hurt for a moment.”

In that instant, my body felt like it was on fire. Everything ached as I fell to the floor, screaming. I felt my bones snapping. I felt my muscles stretching. My entire body was changing. My chest swelled. I felt my stomach twisting, swelling as the pain became too much and I blacked out.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed as I slowly began to swim back into reality. I heard voices around me. I something heavy pressing down on me.

“Babe are you okay,” I heard a voice. Anthony’s voice, but it was so much deeper than I remembered. I slowly opened my eyes to find an EMT standing over me. Beside him was Anthony, but he looked so different. He looked older, his body thick with muscle, his black uniform straining against his thick muscles. He hair dark and short, a thick afternoon scruff on his perfectly squared jaw. He looked like the very definition of a real man.

The EMT looked over to him. “She’s going to be okay, Captain.”

“Thank god,” Anthony said, leaning over me as he helped me up. I felt dizzy, off balance as he caught me in his large, muscular arms. “You gave me a scare, baby,” he said.

“I’m . . . what happened?” The words came out, but it wasn’t my voice. It sounded softer and, I don’t know, strange.

Anthony looked over at the EMT. “And everything’s okay with the baby?”

Everything checks out okay. She and the baby are fine.

She? What the hell were they talking about. That’s when I looked down at my body and realize why I felt so off center.

I saw two large breasts where my flat chest used to be, a swollen stomach . . . a swollen pregnant stomach. Reaching up, I touched my face and hair. It felt . . . Oh my god, I was a woman.

“What happened?” I said. “Who . . .”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Anthony pulled me close, wrapped his strong arms around me. I couldn’t help but smile as new memories began to shift into my mind. I remembered the night Tony made love to me the night we were married. It wasn’t the first time, but it’s the moment our son was conceived. I remembered the wedding, all of our family and friends there. He’d just been promoted and . . .  we were so in love. Then I felt the baby kick and looked down, surprised. “Is he kicking again?”

“Yeah,” I said, amazed. I suddenly felt so happy that I had Tony’s baby inside me. I wanted to have so many more. “I never thought I could be this happy,” I said.

“Babe, you’re my girl. I love you more than anything and when this little guy’s born,” he leaned down, pulled closer as he placed his hand on my swollen stomach. “I’m going to put another one in there as fast as possible.”

“You promise?” I felt myself getting wet at the thought of Tony’s large dick inside me. He looked so good in his uniform, a respected Captain on the force, and I loved being on his arm. I loved being his wife. He pulled me closer.

“I promise,” he whispered, pulling me in for a long kiss as I felt his cock getting hard. “How about we get out of here and go have some fun?”

“I’d love that,” I whispered, excited to feel his hands on my tits and his cock in my mouth. He knew my every button, and I knew his. We were, after all, everything I’d ever wished for.

PERMANENT REFLECTIONS

Ethan was a thin, unassuming young man with a penchant for predictability and preppy style. He worked a modest desk job, enjoyed his quiet evenings with a book or a movie, and had never been one to take risks. Little did he know that his life was about to take an unexpected and bewildering turn.

One evening, after a particularly monotonous day at work, Ethan decided to take a detour on his way home. He wandered into an old curiosity shop tucked away in a narrow alley. The shop was filled with all sorts of oddities and antiques, but what caught Ethan's eye was a dusty, ornate mirror with intricate carvings.

"Careful with that," the shopkeeper warned, his voice gravelly. "They say it has magical properties."

Ethan chuckled, amused by the idea of magic in the modern world. He brushed off the warning and looked into the mirror. As his reflection stared back at him, he felt a strange sensation wash over him. The world around him blurred, and before he knew it, he was no longer in his own body.

Ethan found himself staring at a much larger, much hairier reflection. He was in the body of an older, muscular man—his frame broad and powerful, with thick muscles and a thick beard and mustache. His chest was covered in a thick mat of hair, and he wore a white cowboy hat that added to his imposing presence. Hank, as he would soon learn, was a bear of a man with a rugged, masculine appearance. Hank's muscular arms and torso strained against his green T-shirt, and his jeans fit snugly over his strong legs. Panic set in as Ethan realized he had swapped bodies with someone else.

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, a burly man named Hank found himself in a state of confusion as well. Hank was known for his larger-than-life presence and his insatiable libido. He was straight and lived life on his own terms, enjoying the pleasures of the world with unbridled enthusiasm. Finding himself suddenly thin and awkward in Ethan's body was a shock, to say the least. Hank now saw a reflection of a young, preppy kid with a thin frame. He was now dressed in a pastel button-down shirt, a brightly colored tie, and salmon-colored shorts, his hair perfectly coiffed as he suddenly found himself oddly aroused. The transformation was surreal.

Both men struggled to adapt to their new realities. Ethan, in Hank's body, was overwhelmed by the sheer physicality and constant sexual urges that came with it. His days became a whirlwind of new sensations and challenges, from navigating Hank's boisterous social life to dealing with the attention his new physique attracted. He found himself constantly battling the primal urges that now seemed to dominate his thoughts, complicated further by Hank's attraction to women, but he learned to give into his new urges and found himself enjoying being the man's man most men wanted to be. He loved the feel of pleasuring a woman, and couldn't resist the urge of planting his seed. His mind couldn't concentrate on things other than working out and breeding. Than again, every woman loved having "Hank" in her bed and he couldn't stop staring at his muscular, hairy frame and new size in the mirror.

Hank, on the other hand, was having a hard time adjusting to Ethan's more subdued lifestyle and his gay orientation. The quiet evenings and lack of physical exertion left him restless and frustrated. He missed the freedom of his own body, the strength, and the raw vitality that came with it. Navigating Ethan's relationships and social circles, particularly his interactions with other gay men, was both eye-opening and challenging for Hank. But as time went on, he began to appreciate the simplicity and peace that Ethan's life offered and he loved it when his boss invited him into his office for private meetings, and Hank really loved pleasing his new boss.

After several weeks of navigating their swapped lives, Ethan and Hank finally crossed paths again. It was in the same curiosity shop where the strange adventure had begun. The shopkeeper, who seemed to know more than he let on, greeted them with a knowing smile.

"Ready to go back to your own lives?" he asked.

Both men nodded eagerly. The shopkeeper instructed them to stand in front of the mirror together. As they did, a familiar sensation washed over them, and the world blurred once more. When the fog lifted, they were still in each other's bodies.

Panic set in again as they realized nothing had changed. The shopkeeper shook his head sadly.

"Sometimes, the magic doesn't work the way we want it to. I'm afraid you're stuck."

Ethan and Hank were devastated, but there was nothing they could do. They were trapped in each other's bodies permanently. Over time, they had no choice but to adapt. Ethan, now permanently in Hank's body, learned to embrace the physicality and confidence that came with it. He gave in completely to his insatiable appetite for women and kept spreading his seed on a nightly basis, growing even more mesmerized by the feeling of his masculine, powerful body and the respect that came with it.

Hank, now permanently in Ethan's body, found solace in the quieter moments and the deeper connections he formed in Ethan's life. He learned to appreciate the different perspectives and experiences that came with being gay and being the best assistant his boss could imagine. He loved getting lost in the older man's arms and loved it even more when he was on his knees looking up at him with young, hungry desires.

 

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?

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.

A BETTER BLAKE

BETTER MAN

I loved my sister, but I loved her boyfriend even more. He was pretty much perfection and I often fantasized about what it would be like to be him, what I could do if I were him. Yeah, he was straight and I wasn't, but if I WERE him things would be much different. That's when I started investigating to see if such a thing were possible. I ended up at a magic shop during a trip to New Orleans and purchased a spell and, long story short, I woke up in his body last week.

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!

REQUEST : HAPPY ENDING

 

It had been almost a year since my best friend, Jeff, had been shipped off to Japan. He was in the Marines and I rarely spoke to him anymore. Yeah, we were best friends, but I’d always felt more for him than he did for me . . .not to mention he was straight as an arrow, had a new Japanese girlfriend and wouldn’t have done anything with me to begin with. But, I still had my imagination and had jerked off to him more times than I could count.

I often wondered what it would be like, to have him on top of me, in control and taking me with his huge dick. He wasn’t a big guy, but was handsome and lean with just enough muscle and a smile that just seemed to light up a room. Yeah, I’ve got it bad, but I’ll never know what THAT would feel like. I’ll never know what it would be like to be in a relationship with Jeff.

That’s what I used to think.

STRAIGHTEN UP

Not bad, right? This is a pic from last night's party and I fucking had a blast. Thing is, this isn't my body. Well, it is now, but that guy in the pic is my brother, Brody. He was a giant fag. He always had been, but not many people knew about it and, quite honestly, it disgusted me. It was even worse when he entered the Army. It was a total charade and don't get me started on the whole ask don't tell thing.

CHRISTMAS SWAPS 3

     Christmas morning was a time for miraculous changes for those who deserved it, but for others it was a time of payback . . . for being naughty.

OFFICER MATHEWS, MARCUS AND HENRY

 

     Marcus was in his second year of law school at Harvard, and had been obsessed with making things right in the world since he was a kid. Unfortunately, he'd not been born with the drive or stamina to do what he truly wanted to do . . . become a police officer. But, when he opened his eyes on Christmas morning, he wasn't in his own body. He was no longer the stocky black law student with glasses and a 4.0 GPA. He was Officer Brent Mathews.

     Getting ready for work, the last of Officer Mathews memories flooded Marcus's mind. It was strange being in a different body and being an older white man who was the complete opposite of who Marcus was before. That wasn't even the strangest part. He loved putting on the tight uniform and badge. He loved the weight of his belt and the way the gun felt in his hand. Mathews was exactly who Marcus dreamed of being when he was a kid, and then he realized that Mathews was as dirty cop. He took bribes under the table and abused his badge . . . but Marcus would change all that. He'd make Mathews the fucking bad ass cop he should be.

     The strangest part of it all was being straight. The thought of dick and riding another man's ass made him almost sick to his stomach, but the thought of riding his girlfriend made him hard as a rock. 

     He was taking her out for Christmas dinner tonight and Mathews was going to propose. He knew she'd say yes and Marcus couldn't help but smile as he put on his shades and gave his reflection a stern look before snapping a photo. This was who he was now. He was going to turn Mathews life around and show his future wife just how much he loved her when he got off duty tonight. He was going to be the dominant, alpha male he'd always dreamed of being.