MAKEOVER MASTER - JAKE

When I was hired by Jake’s parents, I could understand why they wanted their son to get one of my life makeovers. He was an okay looking guy in his early thirties, living in their basement, and he was a total waste of space. Spending most of his time watching porn and jerking off, he spent the rest at the local biker bars shooting pool with the other alpha assholes. He was also kind of a conservative, sexist asshole who couldn’t hold a job. His parents, not surprisingly, were disappointed. So, they hired me. I’d take over his life for as long as I needed and could do with it what I wanted, reprogramming Jake into something they could be proud of instead of what he’d become. 

The first week in his body, I did what I always do. I lived as Jake would. I smoked his cigars, made his off color jokes, cattle called women and jerked off to women with big tits before a night of Nascar and Fox News. It took some getting used to being in his beefy body, and learning to walk with his meaty cock made things even more interesting. I could see where Jake got his swagger, and I have to admit, I loved being in his big, strong body. I loved running my hands over his hairy bear gut. I loved playing with my new cock and and being bald again was euphoric. I also found my host attractive. His full beard. His piercing eyes and, believe it or not, a gorgeous, sweet smile. Jake definitely wasn’t bad looking … he was just bad, but all that’s changed now. 

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.

MY 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.

ALAN'S LESSON

Alan was one of the most self-absorbed people I’d ever met. He spent his days giving orders to others and giving little thought to how it affected their lives, and he loved belittling those beneath him. He was a privileged prick and, even though I tried to stay out of the lives of humans, it was hard to pass up the opportunity to make a few changes. It was in my Jin nature to mix things up a bit, and I felt Alan needed a little shake up in his life. I’d make sure he enjoyed it.

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.