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.

NORMAL GUY

Yesterday, I was Maxwell Foster, but most of the people in the office just referred to me as SIR. I was wealthy, handsome, respected and the envy of all my peers. But, I was overworked and tired of being the boss 24/7. It was exhausting to be the one who constantly answered everybody’s questions and told people what to do. The power and money was amazing, but I needed a vacation or a change or something. So, in a moment of sheer annoyance, I wished I could just be a normal guy, somebody with little responsibility who just flew under the radar. 

I didn’t expect anybody to be listening. 

Now, for the last week, I’ve been living the life of Samuel Smith, and he’s just as vanilla as his name. I woke up in his small apartment with inexpensive furniture and off the rack suits. I was thin, balding and had the presence of a wet towel. I was now a junior accountant in the firm and no matter how hard I tried, I was forced to exist with Samuel’s introverted, meek and mostly frightened personality. I went from being the confident man in charge to the worried man who simply wanted to please, and I mean that in every sense. 

Samuel was gay, but in the closet, and I wasn’t able to say no to my boss, Mr. Foster when he called me into his office for meetings and locked the door. I wasn’t able to resist the smell of his expensive cologne, his perfect features and the way he kissed me. He called me Sammy and demanded I call him SIR. It felt familiar and strange, but I never questioned him. I was just a simple accountant who was lucky a man like Maxwell Foster even knew I existed. 

THE POPULAR INTERN

My name is Steve Matheson. I’ve spent the last twenty years working my way up the corporate ladder, pissing a lot of people off along the way. Now, I’m finally in charge. I’m the boss and demand respect. I also work hard on my body. I’m the largest man in the office, a thick wall of muscle, and I take advantage of my intimidating frame. 

I am a man’s man and deserve everything I have, but it still doesn’t feel like enough. Being the boss can be lonely and almost nobody in the office likes me. Well, nobody likes me. 

In reality, I could give three fucks what all those pussies think of me. They can suck my my big, rich cock for all I care, but there’s a part of me that wishes . . . I don’t know, that wishes I was more popular . . . no, the most popular man in the office. Don’t I fucking deserve that?

I remember sitting in my leather office chair, closing my eyes and rubbing my hard cock. It was almost time for lunch and a litte me time. I leaned back in my chair, thinking about the hot new intern that just started. She was ripe, and I’d talk her into some alone time in my office before the week was over. That’s one of the perks of being the boss and how could she really say no?

I was sitting there, eyes closed, thinking about it, my hand wrapped around my thick cock as I started to feel dizzy, tired. Before I knew it, I was asleep, my mind wandering as I fetl my entire body beginning to tingle. It was a strange sensation as I drifted into a dream. It was a strange. I was walking through the office, but people looked at me differently. They smiled and said hello, but there weren’t any hot new interns or women at any of the desks. They were all men and, as strange as it sounds, I was just as attracted to them. But, it was just a dream. I wasn’t one of those faggots. 

The next thing I knew, somebody was shaking me awake. 

THREE PERFECT WISHES

When I realized the Genie was real, I made a few changes. I’d really been lonely since my best friend Greg left for the Marines. We were always the guy and girl everybody THOUGHT should be dating, but we never did. I’m pretty sure I knew why, but . . .

Number 1 : I wish I was in the Marine Corps with my best friend, Greg.

In a flash, I was standing on a base in a Marine uniform. I glanced down at my body . . . holy shit, I was a dude! I found the nearest bathroom and there I was . . . the NEW me staring back. I was cute, a real small town every guy vibe. I moved my hands over my beefy pecs, adjusted my new cock. this was strange, but I liked it . . . a lot . . . but I knew Greg wasn't into the young twink kind of guys. He liked them a bit older. So . . .

SCARY COSTUME

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

STOLEN WISHES

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.

RESPECTED ALPHA

Parker stared at himself in the mirror. So different. 

Last year, he was one of the nerds, one of the kids the football team made fun of. It was a nightmare, and he hated his life. But, this summer, he finally hit his growth spurt. It was late, but he filled out, and when he started his senior year people barely recognized him. No braces. Contacts. He went from skinny D&D player to Abercrombie jock.

He joined the football team and, before he knew it, he was hanging with the cool kids. He was the one shoving his old friends in lockers and making their lives hell. HE was an alpha and loved every minute, but now, standing there, staring at his reflection in the mirror . . . Parker knew it was all fake. He was still the smallest guy on the team and even though he’d done horrible things to his old friends and fucked more cheerleaders than he could ever imagine, they still didn’t respect him…and that’s all he really wanted. 

“It’s what I deserve,” he whispered. 

I stepped from the shadows behind him. “Is it?” I asked, a calm smile easing over my face. Parker turned, shocked to see a stranger in the locker room.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m here to help you, Parker.” The sounds of my voice instantly calmed him; one of my many gifts. “Is it what you truly desire?”

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.

MAN OF THE HOUSE

When I met Donovan, I was fresh out of college, and had no idea what I was going to do with my life. He came in, swept me off my feet and now, here I am, ten years later…a kept man. Sure, he buys me cute clothes, expensive watches and designer everything, but I’m not really sure who I am anymore. I stay at home while he goes to his high-power job.

WEDDING DATE

I wasn’t a fan of going to weddings. I was a complete introvert and always envied those guys who could tear up the dance floor or give the perfect toast. Like my sister’s boyfriend, Todd. Yeah, his name was Todd . . . typical . . . he was a former jock who now worked in stocks. Like I said, typical. 

Everybody loved him and I wanted nothing more than to be like him with his perfect suits, confidence and killer looks. Even now, standing in front of a room full of people, giving the toast as the best man . . . he was completely cool.

Then, something happened. The world went dark for a split second and I suddenly found myself standing in a different place. I was now at the front of the room, glass raised as everybody toasted. I tried to act normal, taking a sip of champagne before quickly moving to the bathroom to find Todd’s reflection staring back at me. HOLY SHIT! I was Todd. Dark hair. Perfect smile. I could feel the confidence, Todd’s memories seeping into my mind as I realized that I WAS NOW TODD.

I felt my new dick get hard at the thought as I smiled at myself in the mirror. Why not see what old Todd, or me, was packing down there. I unzipped my suit pants and slid my hand in, pulling out my beautifully perfect cock. Of course it was. It was Todd’s dick. It HAD to be perfect. I started jacking off, staring at myself in the mirror, my dick jutting out from the dark suit when . . .

MY SISTER WALKED IN. At first, I started to cover myself, but then I realized . . . I was Todd and this wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before. I knew my sister and Todd had been fucking for a while, but I never knew how talented she was as she got on her knees and started working my dick like a pro. DAMN, being Todd was going to be everything I ever imagined. I couldn’t wait to hit the dance floor, but maybe I’d take my girlfriend for a ride on my massive cock first. I loved to make her squeal.

PRIDE

I see him sitting there on the park bench, across the way. On any other day, I’d think him quite handsome, but I am a MASTER after all, and can see beyond what he wants the world to know. I can see into his mind. I can hear the whispers of his thoughts dancing on the wind, his most guarded thoughts and secrets … a cracked doorway into who he really is.

On the outside, he’s a young businessman in his early thirties. Handsome enough, puffing on a vape cig while talking on the phone as he watches the Pride Parade move down Fifth Avenue. I walk closer, his thoughts becoming even more clear as I hear his phone conversation.

BEST FRIENDS

WOW! That’s all I could think as I looked in the mirror. When I’d gone to sleep, I was just an average little black twink. My best friend, Dana, was bitching at dinner about how hard it was to meet a great guy and, of course, I totally agreed. We started talking about how we wished WE were perfect for each other, but how would that work? I mean, I was gay and she wasn’t so our parts didn’t necessarily match, and I wasn’t the normal jock hipster type she normally went for. Until now…

COSTUME SHOP - ACCEPTED

Ryan spent his whole life pretending to be something he wasn't...STRAIGHT. He was barely out of college,  but was still in the closet, knowing his family and friends would never accept the fact he was gay. It wasn't fair, and he wished more than anything he has the courage to come out and truly BE who he was. It would be amazing to have that kind of courage, to have that life. 

FREAKY FRIDAY

Derek had been complaining lately about how I just didn’t understand him and how he tried

so hard to be everything I wanted, but I never truly appreciated it and just wanted to fuck all

the time. Of course, I thought he was crazy. I told him to get over it and just be happy he had

such a hot bear boyfriend like me to come home to every night and to do what he was told.

It wasn’t like things were going to change. 

That’s what I thought until I woke up this morning in Derek’s body. Friday the 13th, an unlucky

day. At first, I was shocked to see Derek’s little twink face staring back at me in the mirror.

There wasn’t a hair on his thin body, and I was pissed at first, but then I started to enjoy how

light and clean I felt. I was so smooth and my nipples were pink and so sensitive. I started to

feel submissive. All I really wanted was to look good for my Bear Daddy. That’s when I got the

text. 

MR. CLARK

His name was Clark. I’d been watching him for quite some time and it’s easy to see why. He worked hard on his body and had an undeniable charisma that attracted me from the day I saw him at the gym. Of course, he couldn’t see me, but I watched him for a week or so, followed him through his days at the company. He was a player. With the ladies. With the men at work. He did whatever he had to do to climb that corporate ladder and had more drive to be wealthy and successful than anybody else. So, I decided to have a little fun … why not?

That’s what Masters do.

BECOMING CARTER EVANS

His name was Carter and he lived next door to me. When he’d first moved in I’d tried to introduce myself and do the whole “good neighbor” thing, but what I learned very quickly is that even though Carter looked like a nice guy on the outside who definitely had his shit together when it came to looks and fashion, he was a narcissistic asshole. He brought a different girl home every night, and I always heard him sweet talking them in the hall outside my door. I’m not going to lie, I wanted to be Carter and, finally made the decision that’s exactly what I was going to do.