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

 

From TRAVIS THE DEMON, a blog I loved and miss quite a lot. Please message me, Travis!

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.

GREY MAIL...

MORE LIKE CHARLIE

NEW STEPFATHER

I’d been a player for a long time, searching for the perfect score to set myself up. I loved the rich life. Expensive booze and cigars. I loved to party and fucking was one of my favorite things on the planet, but more than anything I wanted to be rich and powerful. I always had.

Growing up with nothing sucked and wasn’t how I’d spend my rest of my life. When I ran across Caroline Daniels I knew I’d hit the big score. She was a wealthy businessman’s daughter and was worth billions. Her dad, Franklin Daniels had built his empire from the ground up and was one of the most powerful men in the world. It was the life I wanted and I knew if I caught the daughter, the rest would eventually be mine. So, I did just that. I’d spent my entire life practicing that charming smile in the mirror and had become an expert at getting women to do what I wanted. It only took six months until Caroline and I were engaged. She was in the palm of my hand and she loved it when I fucked her hard. The good girls always did.

Her father, on the other hand, wasn’t a fan and that’s how I ended up here, sitting across from him in his expensive uptown office on a Sunday afternoon. He stared me down with his intense eyes. He was a big, solid man with a powerful presence … exactly what I wanted to be someday.