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Hello everyone! Now, that I know that pinned post exists, lol, I thought this would be a perfect pinned post.
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Happy Holidays!
Merry Christmas and happy holidays to all! Whether you're celebrating Christmas like me or just enjoying a day off (better be getting extra pay if you're working!) I hope you're all having a good time.
Thought I'd do a little end of year check in.
Had a bit of an extended absence earlier this year with work being busy recently (and a fair few videogame releases this year that've distracted me from writing admittedly) but going to be getting back into it with a mix of stories and captions as usual. May do another interactive story too if people are interested in that, be sure to check my pinned post for that.
Plenty of ideas on the way though so ready assured there's still some very interesting scenarios I'll be exploring stories of. If there are any writers interested in collaborating it's been a while since I've done any so do reach out!
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And well, if you've been good enough maybe a few of you have woken up in your dream bodies as a gift from Santa!
Me, well it seems I hit pretty lucky personally, must have been good for Santa to gift me the body of my favourite tiktok/onlyfans star Jake Andrich. I did have a new tattoo penciled in over the Christmas period, but I think Santa heard me and took that one step further... Not that I'm complaining.
Being a whole ocean away from people I intended to see sure isn't convenient, but I think this body is gift enough don't you all? Without going too into personal details I've had quite the enjoyable morning exploring this body; I think you can all probably guess what I spent my Christmas morning doing in it.
And now, well I've been relaxing and getting in the Christmas spirit. And yes, I've been doing that in just a jockstrap and Christmas hat, it'd be a crime to cover a body this gorgeous up.
And since I'm in the giving mood, why don't you all get in touch? Got questions for Jake and how I'm spending my time settling into being him then do get in touch and I'll be sure to answer your questions and share a few more selfies 😉. I'll be spending a good while in this body going forward, so get used to seeing me around! And who knows, for those that have been extra good maybe I'll share some gifts of my own?
All my best,
- Jake Andrich (TF-Lover)
Hey, there I'd love to get together again. Probably been a minute. But, woke up in this body I've been lusting after. I know it's a little early but popped some champagne to celebrate the new year. Should we get a party going? I got plenty to share.
The Second Chance Initiative: Criminal Grandson Pt 2
The Second Chance Initiative: Criminal Grandson Pt 1
Why am I getting naked to join a group of college guys in a lake? It's a long story but, I'll try to make it short.
I was the same age as those guys, a few days ago. You see, I broke up with my girlfriend, after she started bitching about how I choose my friends over her, all the time. It was the last boys trip before we graduated college. So, of course I was gonna pick the boys. Besides I was young ... she was just one chick in a long list of more to come.
But, I didn't know that she was a witch. She aged me into my 40's as punishment for wasting her college years. I convinced the guys ... I was still me. They made their jokes and I told them how I was bummed I couldn't go on the trip, now. But, after some talking it was decided that I should still go.
But, it was a mistake. Everywhere we went, I kept getting mistaken as one of thier dads. At one point they stop calling me by ny name ... and just kept referring to me as dad. I was, also, becoming aware of how old my body felt trying to keep up with college aged boys. The last straw was when they said daddy will pay ... as they left me with the check for dinner. I was pissed. But, they kept saying not to worry ... they'll pay "daddy" back. They even convinced me to go on a quick hike, even though I just wanted to go back to the hotel and rest.
Turns out they were bringing me to this secluded lake, where they started getting naked. They started getting handsy with me and, I realized the way they been calling me "daddy" wasn't a joke. They got in the water, begging me to let them repay me for dinner. They wanted daddy's cock. At first, I was in disbelief about how they were acting. But, I was getting so hard ... watching them ... naked ... in the water. I just know this was also an affect caused by my ex. Now tho ... I could only focus on fucking and getting sucked by them. My boys need daddy's help, after all ... not like I can say no to my boys.
- I don't find the humor in this babe...
- We'll I find it completely amusing. How'd you complain about my smell, me always working out ... YOU not wanting to have sex ... CAUSE you're to tried from sitting infront of computer all day.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I fucking stink ... I'm around the most bro-y dudes all day. I get it ... I had it easy staying at home with AC ... the TV on and just typing away. You had it worse than me ... and I get it, now. Charles sighs as he chugs the bottle of coke and scarfs down the lunch that his boyfriend brought him. It's been a few days since they swapped. And, this was Charles first day working his boyfriends construction job. There was only so many days he was able call out sick.
- But, I don't have it so good ... in your body. I am lonely ... working from home. I can't wait for you to come home ... and I can show what my body likes to do to unwind. And, do the things ... you never seem to wanna do. Tyler said trying to make Charles feel better
-Well ... that might take a bit .. cause I'm going to the gym afterwards. After today, I just need to take some aggression out.
-What?! You always hated that I'd go the gym after work. Tyler smirks with amusement at the role reversal.
- Yeah, well maybe I'm seeing why you do the things you do. This body ... I don't know ... just feels like I need to constantly be lifting things ... work ... gym .. I'm can't even remember how to program... We need to really find a way to swap back.
- Well between your work, meetings ... and being the prefect husband ... like cooking, which you never did for me ... I'm trying to look for a way ... but, still nothing. Thanks for keeping up my work and body, tho. But, just don't worry ... you just focus on keeping up my body and dinner will be ready when you get home.
- It better fucking be. I'm gonna be starving after this. And, you better be ready, cause I might need to lift you on to my cock afterwards ... god this body has too much testosterone for me to function normally.
- Welcome to my normal! Tyler grins as he gives Charles a kiss before leaving back home. Knowing this swap was no accident. Now, Tyler could show Charles how a proper sub should act for thier manly dom.
The Second Chance Initiative: Retired Officer
The Second Chance Initiative
These are my dream bodies for 2025! Any being out there that can swap my bodies... please swap me into one of these guys!
Evan Matthew Cohen, Zayn Dom, or the third guy that goes by fortva.bhr
Saw someone asking for a TF version of an erotic ‘Would You Rather’ game with their followers, so I decided to make one.
I think I will choose the door, the number of which is the answer to life, the universe and everything; number 42.
You venture through the field of doors, and although anxiety still lurks in the corners of your mind, it's no longer about being trapped in an endless void. Instead, your unease stems from the thoughts and feelings you've carried throughout the day, the sense that your life lacks purpose. The quest for the meaning of life consumes your thoughts, and as you stand before door number 42, you find irony in the coincidence of this moment.
Opening the door, you traverse the void again, a seemingly endless journey reminiscent of the sleepless nights pondering your own existence. However, this time, you are determined not to squander the opportunity. You seek answers to your questions, a glimpse into what life truly entails. To your surprise, a circular wooden door appears before you, and without hesitation, you push through it.
Suddenly, you find yourself in a forest, where the air crackles with energy, and you feel different somehow. Your eyes settle on a gigantic tree, and an inexplicable knowing washes over you; this is the first tree that ever grew on Earth. It seems surreal, but you've just walked through an endless void, so reality has taken a different meaning for you.
Through the tree's hollow, you can still see the infinite void, but its whispers no longer instill dread in you. Now, you see the void as a companion, a source of guidance.
As you listen closely, the void begins to whisper a list of names – individuals you must find. Without hesitation, you embark on a timeless journey, unbothered by physical needs like food, sleep, or pain. You reach a town, your reflection in a random window showing an unremarkable, average man – an appearance that draws no particular emotion from you. You seem numb to your own existence. Instead, your focus shifts when you hear someone calling a name from your list. You turn to see a young man running from bullies, and a sense of duty compels you to act. The void has granted you abilities, but their nature remains a mystery. Are you a trait stealer? Are you a body swapper? Are you a reality changer? Maybe a deal maker? Nevertheless, you feel that you'll soon uncover your new purpose.
Many philosophers have pondered the meaning of life, but the answer is simple ... is just to live. Although now, you find yourself detached from this need, for you have become immortal, a servant of the void. Your purpose now lies in helping those who have lost their way or who are seeking the meaning of life, guiding those deemed worthy and punishing those who must learn.
In your relentless pursuit of life's meaning, you have transcended the need for an answer. You are now tasked with teaching others for all of humanity's time on Earth. With this new burden, I must ask ... was it worth it?
Hi, I think the first door would work best for me.
You step cautiously through the first door you see, desperate to escape the oppressive void. But to your dismay, the void proves much more relentless than anticipated, for beyond the door lies only an endless expanse of nothingness. You trudge on, feeling as though you've been walking for an eternity. Each step takes a toll on your weakened body, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. It's as if your very being is slowly unraveling.
After what seems like an eternity, you stumble upon something in the darkness. A door, black as the robe of death, stands before you. With all your remaining strength, you attempt to push it open, but your feeble state makes the task daunting. Summoning your last ounces of determination, you finally manage to force the door open, and you collapse onto the floor beyond.
Amidst the haze, you hear a scream, calling out, "Mr. Robinson!" A nurse hurries to your side, aiding you to stand up. You find yourself back in a hospital bed, surrounded by other nurses who quickly reconnect you to an IV. A security guard is assigned to keep watch, ensuring you won't harm yourself again. Your gaze shifts to a metallic food tray, and you catch sight of your reflection. You are now a very old man, and memories come rushing back to you.
You realize that your life has been one of remarkable achievements, starting from humble beginnings to becoming a billionaire by your late 20s. You've explored the world, conquering challenges such as climbing Mount Everest and experiencing other moments few will ever know. You've built a family, lovingly raising your children and seeing your grandchildren grow. Your legacy is one of success, love, and cherished memories.
As you lie on your deathbed with only a few months left, you reflect on whether it was all worth it. Though, you didn't directly experience those adventures and successes. You may pass away as a man who left a lasting mark on the world, having lived life to the fullest, but you now contemplate if memories alone can truly satisfy the soul. Because after all it wasn't you that lived this life you remember. But, on your tombstone, it will say, "He was number 1"
You traded possible experiences of your own for nothing but memories of a successful man's life. Was it worth it?
Hi I'll choose door number 51 please
As you walk through the vast field, passing numerous doors, a mix of fear and excitement fills your thoughts. The unknown fate that awaits behind each door intrigues you, and the voice of the void becomes your only companion, guiding your steps. As you hesitate before one door in particular, Door number 51, a strong force draws you in.
With determination, you open Door number 51 and step into a new void, ready to embrace whatever it may hold. However, the void seems to challenge you with intense heat, causing your muscles to scream in pain, and sweat starts to drench your clothes. A loud drilling sounds echo through the space, pushing your mind to the brink of madness. The urge to give up and collapse becomes almost overwhelming, and you fall to the floor. But you summon the strength to crawl forward, refusing to succumb to defeat.
After what feels like an eternity of crawling through the unbearable noise and pain, you finally spot at a metallic door adorned with black and yellow paint. Using it as support, you manage to pull yourself up and open the door.
Inside, the drilling noise subsides, and you find yourself in the midst of a construction site. Looking into a reflective window, you see a reflection of a young, fit college-aged man. Memories come rushing back, reminding you of your struggles as a dropout, choosing a life where physical labor became your means of survival while using your free time to work out and stay in shape. You almost felt sorry for this guy until more memories began to rush in. Fights with your parents, stealing their money, using men and women like they were objects, breaking every heart of any person who loved you and trusted you. You were a god who could do anything to anyone without consequences. However, these memories didn't consume you, as you still retained your true identity. You looked around at the rest of the men. Some of them are furious at you for messing with their girlfriends or never paying them back. You feel that no one really has your back. In a way, you are all alone, as people only deal with you if they have to. The saving grace is your body, endurance, and how much work you get done.
But, now you have gained control of this body. You can change this bodies life trajectory. You can use this body to accomplish the goals you lacked the confidence to achieve in your past life.
Having traded a good reputation for a remarkable physique, you are aware that many bridges have been burned, and it will take time to mend those connections and earn a second chance. Nonetheless, with your new appearance, you feel a glimmer of confidence that pursuing the life you desire might be slightly easier.
You gained the body of your dreams and the confidence to accomplish your goals. But, the price ... a life of people that hate you and some that want you dead. Was it worth it?
I'll choose door number 7, I think.
You walk through the field of doors and confidently choose door number 7. Without hesitation, you move through the void, knowing your torment isn't over yet. The silence envelops you, but deep inside, you hold on to the hope of finding a way out. Time seems to stretch on endlessly, and your body grows tired and achy. However, an unwavering feeling tells you that this journey is worth it. Eventually, you reach a wooden door with a soft, glowing light seeping through the cracks.
As you push through the door, daylight floods in, illuminating the once dark surroundings, and you catch a glimpse of yourself. Your hands appear aged. Through a mirror on a wall, you see slight wrinkles adorn your face, but you still retain an attractive appearance. Though your body feels fatigued and sore, it's still fit and active.
As you explore the house, you notice signs of a comfortable life. Though not excessively wealthy, you are well off. In the kitchen, you find your wife cooking, and a profound love for her overwhelms you. She smiles warmly and kisses you, mentioning that the kids have been eagerly waiting for you all day. A young boy and girl rush in, and their affectionate hugs fill your heart with joy.
Chuckling, you follow your children to the living room as they excitedly share something with you. In this moment, you let go of all worries and bask in the happiness of your family.
So, you made a trade-off, exchanging years of your life to create a seemingly perfect existence, avoiding the mundane and arduous moments of earlier youth. At your current age, around the mid-40s, you acknowledge that future challenges might arise, but for now, you have a fulfilling job and an incredible family. The question remains: Was it worth it?
with otherworldly entities, you need to play by their rules… I would choose a door with the magic number 13…
As you walk through the field of doors, you find yourself standing in front of door number 13. An air of uncertainty surrounds you, and you can't help but wonder if there's a trick to these doors. Trusting your instincts, you decide to open it, hoping it will lead to something different. However, much to your dismay, it too leads to a vast void, and now the other doors disappear behind you. Embracing the unknown, you take a step through the door you chose.
The journey through this new void seems endless, and doubt begins to gnaw at you. Were you mistaken? Was there no trick to these doors after all? Suddenly, in the distance, a faint glow catches your attention, and a spark of hope ignites within you. Hastening your pace, you move towards the source of the light, yearning for a rewarding revelation. But, as you draw nearer, you are taken aback to see a figure running towards you.
With caution, you slow down, and the figure does the same. As the distance closes, you realize the truth - it's your own reflection running towards you in the form of a mirror door. Relief washes over you, and you push the door open, eager to discover what awaits you on the other side.
Stepping through the door, you find yourself on solid ground, surrounded by a lush forest. You examine your hands and body, reassured to see they are unchanged. You felt some disappointment as you didn't get a new body. But, perhaps this experience has given you a fresh perspective on life, a newfound appreciation for what you have. Because, who knows what you could have ended up as.
However, an odd feeling lingers, possibly a result of your prolonged time in the void. Ignoring it as mere fatigue, you rub your hands on your face, only to be gripped by sheer horror. Your features are missing. Your eyes, nose, and mouth are all replaced by flesh. Panic sets in, and you try to scream, but silence follows. Desperate, you run, not knowing where to go, but the need to escape overwhelms you. Your frantic sprint leads you to a lake, and upon seeing your reflection, you collapse in despair. Somehow, you can see and breathe. And, as you hyperventilate, no tears fall from your eyeless face.
Yet, your solitude is short-lived. As a young man happens, cross your path as he walks along the lake shore. Worried for your well-being, he approaches you, asking if you're okay. Facing him with your featureless face, he screams and falls unconscious. In a moment of desperation, you unconsciously shift your form to match his appearance. His memories flood your mind.
He is here with his friends on their annual college camping trip. They are not too far away. But, what should you do?
You could dispose of the original and live his life. You could run away and start a new life, leaving the original alive and scared with memories of the monster he saw. You lean by a tree looking into the water. You think about your next step. At least you weren't that monster anymore. And, with that thought, your body begins to revert back to your faceless form. You panic and concentrate on being the young man again, and your body takes his shape. You realize you are now a shape shifter. You could live any life. You'd never be bored with life, jumping from identity to identity.
But, even now, it's hard to remember who you really were. Weren't you always this college kid? Yeah, and then you became a shape-shift, right? But, then why is there a completely identical yet unconscious body next to you? You couldn't have always been this college kid? Then who were you? Every new identity you take on ... are you even truly living it. Or, are you just a copy of the original. Are you even alive, or are you just an echo ... a reflection. You begin crave an identity of your own. You will try to find who you were before. But, you'll never succeed in finding that missing piece. The person you were doesn't exist anymore.
Trading your own identity to be a reflection of others ... was it worth it?
I think I'll choose door number 6 please.
You walk through the field of identical doors until you come across the door numbered 6. The voice in the void begins to whisper incoherently, and the door opens before you. Another void, but you made your choice and walked in. Again, you walk through the void. Minutes or is it hours past, and you begin to wonder if the voice lied to you. There is no way out of here ... you are trapped forever. The moment you feel like calapsing and giving up, you see a red glow. You run towards it, ignoring the exhaustion that is stabbing into you.
And, there, now in view, is a wooden door sweating blood. Did you make a wrong choice? Did you really want what was behind this door? But, if you didn't open it ... if you didn't walk through it ... you'd be stuck in this void forever.
Again, you said, "How could it get worse you think to yourself," as you open the door and walk in.
You feel dizzy as the world around instantly changes in an instant. Feeling faint, you fall against a wall. And, there in front of you is a mirror. The first thing you notice is your eyes. Your deep piercing eyes. The type of eyes that could get the world to bend to your will. Attractive eyes. And, as you push your face away from the mirror, your heart begins to race. More of your attractive face is being revealed. But that's not why your heart is racing. No, it's racing because of the still wet blood beginning to cake. The blood on your face and clothes. The blood on your hands. The puddle of blood on the ground. The source of the blood and cut-up corpse.
No longer will your life be boring when you have to live the rest of your life on the run. For murders you never committed, but your body has. The body of a serial killer. And, even now, your hand twitches ... it longs for a blade. It longs for a victim. So, how long can you hold off and tell me was it worth it?
"Hello... hello?" The chilling whisper slithers through the air, sending shivers down your spine as you perform your mundane daily routine. Are you just waking up from a restless sleep? Or are you driving to your destination with creeping feeling that today is going to be as bad as yesterday? Perhaps you find yourself seated at your desk, haunted by the weight of your own thoughts. Or could it be that you're taking a walk, delving into the depths of the lies you tell yourself? You're not a cog trapped in the clock of life. Surely, that cannot define you. Or are you succumbing to the insidious allure of the internet, losing yourself in a digital maze to escape the grim reality of your existence? Let's face it, your life is a cruel carousel, revolving endlessly until the moment of your demise. What would your past self think if they saw your current state? Would tears stream down their face? Would they release a scream of despair? Do you even recognize, let alone accept, the entity you've become? The visage you gaze upon each day in the mirror—does it bring you any solace? Oh, how you yearn to be anyone but yourself. This reflection cannot possibly encapsulate your essence. You were meant to be someone entirely different.
"And you can be," the voice interrupts, a sinister undertone curling around each syllable. It wrenches you from the depths of your downward spiral, its calm and seductive cadence ensnaring your senses. You find yourself instinctively drawn toward its beckoning call. "Follow my voice," it giggles, reveling in the macabre pleasure of ensnaring your very soul. A puppet to its unseen strings. Step by step, you drift away from your current reality until you arrive at a familiar but transformed location. The once-familiar surroundings now harbor a sinister wooden door, adorned with a small, ominous circular mirror. The door creaks open, revealing a gaping void of impenetrable darkness. "Fear not; come join me," it whispers, like serpent winding its way through your mind. You stand at the threshold, torn between an instinctual urge to flee and the twisted curiosity that holds you in its thrall. As you turn your head to retreat, a glimpse of your reflection materializes in the mirror. That face... this existence... the suffocating labyrinth of predetermined fate. You cannot avert your gaze. With a heavy sigh, you surrender and step into the void.
The voice erupts into a maniacal symphony of giggles and malicious chuckles, reverberating through the darkness. You forge ahead, traversing the labyrinth of shadows, every nerve tingling with paralyzing fear. Desperation tugs at your soul as you attempt to call out to the voice, but silence smothers your pleas. In the distance, grotesque shapes materialize, their outlines twisted and distorted. You inch closer, consumed by equal parts trepidation and resignation. As if guided by an otherworldly force, the surroundings pulse with an eerie glow, illuminating a vast field of doors. Each door, numbered from 1 to 100.
"Welcome!" The voice resonates like thunder, echoing through the abyss. "Choose a door! Choose a life! Your wish has been granted—a new existence beckons. Step through a door and embrace it. But beware, not all doors offer solace; some hold fates far worse than the life you left behind." The voice cackles, a discordant symphony of sinister amusement.
With trepidation coiling around your heart, you comprehend that there is no escape but to make a choice. The oppressive darkness watches, its inky tendrils seeping into your very being, as you face the dire decision that awaits you.
So? What door do you choose?