SOMETHING SCARY PART II

It had been two weeks since I’d given Grant the body suit and “costume” that changed him into the new, more strict Gary. Now, he liked to smoke cigars and was more a southern redneck with a thick mustache and deep voice, but nobody in the office seemed to notice the change. It was like it had always been this way and, even though Gary was more strict than Grant, he was also really good at taking care of me and then there was the fucking. Jesus, Gary knew how to use that huge new cock of his and when the shop owner told me the it was a SPECIAL costume shop, I never knew EXACTLY what they meant until Grant changed. He was my Daddy now, and he knew how to take care of me. I honestly never expected to love my job so much and didn’t feel like it could get any better … until Gary asked me to come in on a Saturday.

I stood in front of the mirror in the employee bathroom and made sure I was perfect for him. He loved my hair slicked back and I was wearing the blue tie he’d given me last week. I loved taking care of myself for Daddy. I knew he’d appreciate it and when daddy was happy, he made me even happier.

SOMETHING SCARY

Grant was an asshole. It was a reputation he enjoyed and had even worked hard to achieve. Everybody in the office hated him. He treated women like objects and everybody else like secondhand citizens. He even found great pleasure in giving me shit for being gay, even groping me once and then telling me THAT would never happen because he just wasn’t into fags. I’d been his assistant for seven months and had “broken the record” as far as surviving. All those before me had been women, all quitting after filing harassment claims that went nowhere because the company cared more about the money Grant brought in than treating people like decent human beings.

Unfortunately Grant was about to have a very bad day.

A BETTER BLAKE

GOOD OLE SOUTHERN BOY

 

Jimmy had always been a good ole Southern boy, and even though he’d never really fit in because of the whole “being a faggot thing,” he tried to keep a positive attitude. There wasn’t a lot of dating opportunities where he lived, and he definitely wasn’t OUT. It was hard to truly be himself in a place where there was a church on every corner primed and ready to convert the gay out of him. But, he was never angry, and loved being southern. It was just hard living in a small town where he’d most likely never find love or be able to truly be who he was inside. But, even though he’d never really been given a leg up, he was always ready and willing to help a friend in need…and that’s what changed his life forever.

JO'S 2017 TRANSFORMATION

Just one year. That's all he wanted. A complete change of life and scenery. Somebody entirely different . . . for one year.

That's what he'd asked for and that's exactly what he got. Jo or JOEY, was now a complete joke, a small town high school dropout who weighed a good 350 lbs. He was only twenty-one, delivered pizzas at night, ate pizzas for dinner and enjoyed cock for dessert. He loved it and found out that he was not only a fat loser, but also an incredibly horny bottom slut. Joey couldn't get enough and was on his knees for pretty much anybody who asked. He was as pathetic as he was short and wide, but his large belly and small dick turned him on. He loved it when the older men teased his soft pink nipples and made him obey.

Joey wanted a completely different life for inspiration, but all he could think about was food and cock. God he loved being this pathetic and was somehow disappointed that it would only be for a year. 

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. 

NEW NEIGHBORS

            Randy James paced within the paneled walls of his trailer, the phone up to his ear as he continued his rant.   

“You don’t have to be no rocket scientist to know the world is goin’ to shit in a bucket. Damn illegal aliens and homo marriages and people flaunting all their damn business in my face. Makes me wonder what the hell happened to America. Fuckin’ shame,” he said, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a can of Skoal as he refilled his lower lip, the bitter tobacco taste hitting him.

            “One of them fags even moved in next door and to top it off he’s a black ass. Looks like some kind of damn thug and next thing you know he’ll be all up in here with his thumping music and shit. Goddamn fuckers taking over. All I got to say is he better just stay on his side of the fence. He don’t wanna mess with Ole Randy here. I’ll show him how Southern I really am.”

            Randy stepped in front of his mirror and nodded at his reflection. “Okay, Baby. I’ll see you in thirty and wear something dirty.” He laughed at his own joke before hanging up. He then started to look himself over. Worn trucker hat. Wife beater. Tattered jeans with his favorite rebel flag belt buckle. Lifting up his phone, he snapped a photo.

            “You’re gonna get fucking laid tonight, you good lookin’ son of gun.”