SPITTING IMAGE

My uncle Warren was the most powerful man I’d ever met, aside from my father of course. They’d both gone to Harvard and were from old money. They were incredibly confident men. I, on the other hand, was a smaller man with very little confidence. I was twenty-four but looked like I was barely out of high school, and I wanted nothing more than to make my father proud. I wasn’t big or powerful or confident or much of a leader. Why would anybody look up to me when I wasn’t tall enough for anybody to look up to.

Even now, sitting across from my uncle, I felt small and nervous. He was a large masculine man and was respected by everyone. I’d been working in the family corporation for six months now, and I’d accepted my place would forever be in accounting rather than on the top floor with all the other executives.

“How long have you been with us now?” He asked, sitting back in his chair, his suit clinging to his muscular frame.

“Six months and four days,” I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking as I took a deep breath. “I hope everything’s okay.”

“Of course it is, Alexander. You’ve gone above and beyond and, after speaking to your father, we’ve decided it’s time for you to move up to the top floor,” he said. “If that’s something you’d be interested in.”

“Yes, sir. I would . . . I’d be honored, Uncle.”

“Please, I think it’s time for you to start calling me Warren,” he said. “You’re going to be my special project.”

“That would be amazing, Unc . . . um, Warren.” I took a deep a breath. I was ready for the opportunity and excited that he’d seen how hard I was working.

“I know you’ve always felt out of place,” Warren said, a sincere look on his face as he leaned forward. “And, now that we know you’re more than capable and, honestly, quite a talented businessman, it’s time for you to become who you were meant to be.”

“That sounds amazing, but I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Your father and I haven’t always been so . . . respected and confident, but our family can afford things beyond the typical. I know it sounds odd, but if you want the kind of life I have. The respect. The confidence.” He leaned back again, spread his legs to get comfortable as his hand slid over the crotch of his expensive trousers. “You can have anything and anyone you desire. I can make that happen for you. It’s your birthright . . . if that’s something you’d be interested in.”

“Yes.” It came out without thought. “I’ve wanted that my entire life. To be like you and my father . . . I’ve never wanted anything more.”

“Good,” he said, smiling. He leaned in, pulled a card from his suit pocket and handed it to me. Go here and Clarence will take care of everything. He’s expecting you and, once you’re finished, come join your father and I at the club tonight. We’ll celebrate.”

He led me to the door and patted me on the back with his large, strong hands. I wasn’t sure what to say or do, but as the door closed behind me, all I could think about was going to THE CLUB with my father and uncle. I always felt out of place at the club, but tried not to be anxious.  

I looked down at the address on the card and before I knew it, I was standing in front of an old barber shop in an odd part of town. I stepped through the front door. I was greeted by a nice man, Clarence, who knew me by name and ushered me into the only barber chair in the place. 

It was strange; a barber shop for one, but it was also very elegant. I sat there, looking at my same small reflection in the mirror. I was small with messy hair and a bowtie and a rust-colored sweater. It was the closest I got to high fashion and, as I said, I looked like a high school kid instead of a Harvard valedictorian.

“So, you’re Jonathan’s boy?” the barber asked, stepping up behind me. “You’re the spitting image of your father and your uncle.”

Clearly, he didn’t know my father because I looked nothing like him. My father was a large, muscular man who looked like my uncle and owned rooms when he entered. We were nothing alike and definitely didn’t favor one another.

“Yes, he and Warren sat in this very chair many years ago. I never forget a face.” Slowly, he ran his hands through my curls and leaned closer. “I was honestly expecting you sooner, but better late than never, right?”

“Um, yeah, sure.” I swallowed hard and looked nervously at my reflection. “So, what are you going to do?”

“I know you’re nervous, but that will subside . . . very soon.” He stepped up to a bar and poured a drink. “You’ve always felt out of place, but that’s about to change.” He turned, handed me a shot glass. “And it all starts with this. Drink up and relax.”

I took the glass and downed the shot. I expected it to burn like whiskey, but it was smooth and warm. I was instantly at ease, the barber starting to massage my scalp as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

“What’s happening?” I managed. “I feel . . .”

“Just relax, Mr. Gallager.” Nobody had ever called me that before. I’d only heard people call my father and uncle Mr. Gallager. I was just Alexander, the awkward son and nephew. “Relax,” he whispered in my ear, and I did as I was told.

I felt my entire body almost melt into the chair. I’d never felt so calm and at peace, but something strange was also happening. I was hot, almost burning, but it didn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable. It felt good. It felt right. I took a deep breath, felt the barber’s hands running over my scalp, whispering into my ear as I felt my clothes getting tighter.

I felt strangely bigger. It felt like my body was swelling. It felt like everything inside and out was growing, getting stronger.

I couldn’t help but moan as I opened my eyes for a moment. I looked down at my body, but something strange was happening.

I was bigger. My chest had expanded and was still expanding with muscle. I looked over at my arms, my biceps swelling. The fabric of my sweater was also changing. It was no longer rust colored and soft. It was grey, striped, luxurious, and perfect. I was now wearing an expensive suit, and I loved how it felt on my muscular frame. I was growing even larger and, even though it felt strange, I knew it was who I was always supposed to be.

I heard the faint buzz of a pair of clippers as I felt small blades vibrating against my scalp. I felt hair falling, felt the barber massaging my bare scalp as the thought of a masculine bald head started to make me hard. My curls were gone, a thick beard sprouting on my squared jaw as I felt my cock throbbed even more. My muscles weren’t the only thing getting bigger, new testosterone filling me up as I reached down to massage my thicker cock. Everything was changing, but it felt natural. It felt normal, everything I was becoming bigger, stronger and more confident.

I felt the barber’s hands move down my chest. I felt a tightness around my neck, a thick tie appearing as my posture changed and I sat up straighter. The barber leaned in, whispered one last time.

“I believe we’re quite done Mr. Gallager,” he said. “You are a new man.”

With those words, my eyes opened. I took a deep breath, clearing my throat as I adjusted my large frame in the barber’s chair. The barber spun me around and I saw my reflection in the mirror.

I was the spitting image of my father and uncle, a true Gallager man. I was broad chested, tall and thick. I’d lost all my hair years ago just like the other men in my family, and I was now working at the company they’d built. I had a new office on the toop floor and could have and own anything and anybody I wanted.

“So, what do you think?” He leaned in, his reflection looking at me from the mirror.

“I think I look perfect,” I said, the deep tone of my voice powerful and strong. “Now,” I said, locking eyes with Clarence. “I don’t think we’re quite done yet, are we Clarence?”

He smiled as I reached down and rubbed my throbbing cock. “No, sir.”

“Make it quick. I have to meet my father and Warren at the club for drinks.” Clarence was on his knees with my cock in his mouth almost immediately. I thrust into him as I held the back of his head firm, pushing him deeper as I stared at myself in the mirror. I reached up with my other hand, caressed my square jaw. My beard was trimmed perfectly. My head was clean shaved, the expensive suit clinging to my muscular frame as I owned Clarence like the alpha I was and had always been.

Loads of my alpha cum shot into Clarence’s mouth and I thrust harder, faster.

“That’s right boy. Swallow every drop.” I thrust harder, unable to take my eyes off my reflection as I came again and again. I was confident, strong. I was a true Gallager man, and I was looking forward to take my place in the family business.

CAMO CATFISH

So, this is me now...Private Calvin Mantly, and it looks like this is me from now on. It's been hard getting used to the glasses and the skinny body that refuses to pack on muscle no matter how hard I work out or how much I eat. I will say that I've been enjoying my new cock. It's much larger than my previous one...an unexpected surprise and who knew Calvin here was a power top. I've railed so many beefy muscle bottoms in the last few months. I might be smaller in frame, but they all know who their daddy is. It's been kind of fun, honestly, but when I met "Cal" online and agreed to swap lives so I could get out of the service years earlier, I never expected to wake up and see this in the mirror.

"Cal" told me the truth. He did say he was a gay, large-cocked top. I just assumed the rest after he sent me a cock pic. I never imagined a dick like that could be attached to such a nerdy guy. But, waking up and seeing my new reflection was a shock. I went from massive, tanned jock who could have anybody he wanted to Calvin Mantly. Granted, I was a hungry power bottom before and had always dreamed about being a power top. So, I got what I wanted and it's my fault assuming "Cal" was more like me.

I'm on my way to base camp now, and I just got a text from my old body.

We're going to be stationed in the same area next month before I get to leave for home, and Jeff wants to hook up. He always likes to send me pics to remind me of how hot I was, how hot he is.

I get it. I remember what it felt like to be that guy. I could have anything I wanted, but what he doesn't realize is that I'm getting whatever I want now, and I know how much he wants to be drilled by this massive nerdy dick I'm dragging around.

Yeah, I'm going to drill him hard. I'm going to tear that ass up and make him beg to suck me off. I'm going to make him my bitch for the last month I'm here. After that, I'm going to go home and join Calvin's dad's law firm. I'm going to pound all the little law clerks all the way to the top until I'm running the place in expensive suits and cars. Who knows, maybe I can build this body up and have the proper build for the power top I am.

Yeah, I was catfished, but Calvin Mantly is a whole new man.

LIKE MY BROTHER

 "What the hell did you do to me?" I asked, staring into the mirror at some skinny dude dressed up like he was going to some kind of reenactment shit.

"I gave you what you wished for," the genie said, crossing his arms and about to zap out.

"Wait, this is not . . . I wished that I was a Marine like my brother. This is not that."

"No, no . . . you said you wished you were a Marine and now you are. You're just a Marine in 1776, and a quite handsome one at that. Corporal William Daughtry is very popular with his commanding officer."

"What does that mean?"

"Why don't you look over at that handsome soldier across camp. The one with the piercing eyes and muscular everything." The genie nodded across the camp, tents lining muddy ravines as other guys like me, I guess,  were congregating. Then I saw the chap the genie was speaking of. He was dashing.

"Why, he looks most dapper," I said, catching myself as my accent shifted into something not quite American. "What? I'm British? I'm not even American? What have you done, and..." My eyes wandered over the soldier in his flawless uniform, and I swallowed hard as he looked at me with a hungry smile and reached for his crotch, rubbing it as he licked his lips. I was immediately hard. "Well, shite. I'm a fancy, aren't I?"

"You are quite fancy," the genie smiled. "Glad I could make all your wishes come true. I'll come back and check on you in a few weeks or months. Who knows? Enjoy!" He winked before disappearing in a cloud of green smoke as the soldier from across the way approached.

"Good day, Corporal Daughtry," he said, smiling as I got even harder. Fuck, I wanted his beautiful British cock inside me so bad.

"Doing quite well, Sir. Is there anything I can do for you today, Sir?" I reached for my own crotch and winked at him.

"I do have some maps that need attendance in my tent."

"Is that an order, Sir?" I asked, my accent almost feeling natural to me now.

"It is."

"Of course, Sir. Quite happy to oblige, as always." I followed my commanding officer to his tent and five minutes later, I was bent over his desk taking him deep, following orders like the proper Marine I was.

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.

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. 

I felt Adam’s memories hit me as all thoughts and fears left when I realized I was late for work. Dammit, I hated being late. I’d heard Adam talk about what a hard ass his boss was and I wasn’t looking forward to explaining WHAT exactly was happening. Not that anybody would believe me. 

I grabbed one of Adam’s tight grey tees and a black cap and ran out the door. I moved through the NY city streets as if I’d been living there forever. My new body was on autopilot and I loved the way it felt. Adam was so big and tight. He also got A LOT more looks than I ever had in my small twink body. I jogged into a familiar office building and went directly to the 55th floor. 

Everybody greeted me, and I oddly knew their names. I even had memories of . . . holy shit, I’d fucked A LOT of people in this office . . . or at least Adam had. 

I stepped up to my boss’s door and knocked. 

“Come in,” he said. I recognized his deep voice and felt something in my pants stir. My new cock . . . Adam’s cock. It was thicker than the one I was used to, pressed against my pants as i stepped in to find Mr. Arnold standing. Damn, he was hot. 

Wait, what was I thinking?

“Um, sorry I’m late. I’ve had an interesting morning,” I said, closing the door behind me. 

“We’ve talked about this Adam.” He sighed, standing and stepping closer. “When you break the rules, you have to pay the price.”

“Is that right?” I felt blood surge through my body. I licked my lips, something inside taking over as I stepped closer. 

“Is that right, what?” He asked. 

“Sir,” I responded . . .  on autopilot. 

Mr. Arnold licked his lips and rubbed his crotch. I glanced down at it and, for the first time in my life, was completely hungry for cock. I wanted it. I could almost taste it, my heart racing and I stepped in, grabbing Mr. Arnold’s tie and pulling him in for a deep kiss. I felt his beard against my face and my cock got even harder. 

Before I knew it, I was on my knees taking his cock like a pro.

It felt so good. So natural. I never realized my brother was into guys too, but everything about this felt right, Mr. Arnold’s long cock teasing the back of my throat as I reached for my own cock and started to jerk off. 

Like I said, I’d never been hungrier. 

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.

 

AMERICAN CHARLIE

I have a British friend, Charles, who allows me to use him as a skin suit every now and then. He loves the way it feels, and I love wearing him. I’m more of a bear type guy, but he’s not, so he’s always skintight when I pull him on, but I never let my body really FILL his up. I’ve never allowed my muscle and bear fat to affect the way I look when I’m Charles, but I always wonder what it would be like . . . if the two of us were to actually merge. 

In fact, I'm in the mood to be Charles right now. I go and find him. It doesn’t matter where he is. I can be at his side in a matter of seconds. 

He’s at home, getting ready for work, wearing one of his lovely suits. He sees me in the mirror and I see a faint smile ease over his face. He knows what’s coming, and he loves it just as much as I do. I give him a wink before tapping him on the back. He instantly empties into a suit, falling to the floor. 

I slide him on, my legs pushing into his. My cock sliding into his. Everything's so tight, my larger body and muscles straining to fill him up. My bear stomach stretches his out, and I let it, my muscular bear arms filling his up. Finally, I slide his face over mine, and look into the mirror to see him staring back at me, but he’s a bit bigger than he was before. 

My muscular bear bod forces his to be the same. The thickness looks good on him . . . or me. I lick my lips, staring at this new version of Charles. This bear version with thick muscle and soft, pink, sensitive nipples. I round my fingers over them, the sensation pulsing through me like lightning.

Yeah, it’s still him, but a different, merged version. Then I get an idea.

“Shall we play a bit more?” I ask, his accent holding strong as I smile into the mirror. The rush of Charles’ excitement pulses through me. He’s a skin suit, but he’s still here. I can feel him, and he loves every moment of this.  

“Okay,” I smile, his accent suddenly fading. “I feel like Charlie here is more American than you.” I smile, running my fingers over my lip, a thick mustache appearing as my new accent teases a more southern flair. “Yeah, Charlie here’s a good Texas man. Works on a ranch, sweating in the hot sun all day.” I reach down with Charlie’s new, meaty hands and rub my thicker cock. It’s twice the size with me filling it up. I close my eyes for a moment, reality shifting around me before I open them again to find myself looking in an older, rustic mirror. It’s hanging on a wood paneled barn wall. 

I can’t help but smile, adjusting the western hat perched on my head, my muscular bear frame struggling against the tight denim shirt. I still see pieces of Charles staring back at me. Same eyes. Same furrowed brow, but this American version is the best of both of us. I smile at my reflection, knowing that Charles is still there with me, deep inside. 

“So, what do you think, bud? Charlie’s got a lot of work to do.” I smile, tossing him another wink, and I feel Charles’ excitement wash through me. “Yeah, we might have to stay here for a while, see what kind of trouble we can get into.” 

I adjust my hard cock in my tight Levi’s and brush my hands over my mustache before straightening my hat. “Let’s get ‘er done.”