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@bodyswapmischief
Hello everyone! Now, that I know that pinned post exists, lol, I thought this would be a perfect pinned post.
Most of you might not know this but, I actually have 4 pages:
Regarding my last post (The "thought I’d made a post saying that I am wanting to leave Tumblr" one), in the time I have been off Tumblr and other social media, I have still written a couple of stories. I have thought of keeping them to myself, but the few times I have opened Tumblr as of late I have seen a lot of related accounts either deactivate or delete all their posts. I thought it would be nice to post some of these stories so that there's more out there for people to read, and less written by AI too. I have about 20 stories, and a few being rewrites of older ones. But after these posts it might be a while again for me to post more. I still won't be that active, and might not even post stories again, but I thought it would be nice to post more stores. They're going to be queues for two to post a day. The full original pinned message;
Hey, thought I’d made a post saying that I am wanting to leave Tumblr, not because anything bad has happened to me on here but I am wanting to focus more on my self. I’m going to post any stories left in my drafts that I didn’t post over the last couple of months and after that I most likely won’t post anymore stories or be active on other social medias. I have no plans to deactivate this account or delete any stories at the moment. Stay safe, all!
A Beary Christmas
(A story written for @cutlerfan for the annual story exchange)
Marcus never felt like he belonged in his body. He always hoped that one day it would grow to match the vision in his head. But, when puberty did little to change him, he gave up hope. He didn't know what he was thinking. It wasn’t like the men of his family were genetically gifted. Now, at 30 years old, he still looked like he was barely gonna turn 21. He wanted to be big, hairy, tall, muscular, masculine. He wanted to be a handsome beefy bear. But, he wasn’t. He was average in every way. Just a shadow on a wall ignored by anyone that he would be interested in.
He sighed, as he parked his car. He didn’t know why he always did this to himself, putting himself in situations that were just gonna make him feel worse. He read the sign: "The Grizzly Den." It was a bar he had pasted a number of times. And, every time he'd see all varieties of bears and cubs. Men with big bellies out on display. Guys with muscular beefy chest. Muscle bear daddies wearing leather. It was his heaven. And, tonight he worked up the courage to go.
Entering the doors of the bar his heart raced. He saw a man straight out of one of his lumberjack fantasies. A few cubs all over him. Another bear of a man walking around shirtless with a proud beer belly. Big strong men with all patterns of hair filled the bar. Men with more fat. Others with more muscle. But, all of them were a form of bear. Men lusting after each other. But, it was the lack of stares towards him that made it clear he didn’t belong. He did even try to push his way deeper into the building. Instead he hid himself at the corner seat of the bar. He watched the bartender work the other side of the table. He was cute. Probably younger than him with a small starter belly. A cub. He felt a bit jealous knowing one day that cub would soon become the type of man he wished he could be.
What He Really Wanted for Christmas
For @bodyswapmischief ♥️
The family Secret Santa drawing always happened the same way. Christmas plates stacked in the sink, wrapping paper shoved into bags, pine needles ground into the carpet. Someone passed around a red velvet sack filled with folded slips of paper, and everyone pretended this was a brand-new tradition instead of something they’d been doing for years.
Mark reached in, unfolded his slip, and felt his stomach drop.
Evan.
Across the room, his younger brother looked up, offering a quick, polite smile before glancing away again.
“Nineteen years old,” Mark muttered later that night, staring at the slip of paper on his dresser. “First year of college. And impossible to shop for.”
Evan never asked for anything real. Gift cards. Books. Things that took up space but revealed nothing. Mark leaned back on the bed, arms folded behind his head, listening to the old house creak. He loved his brother. Always had. But loving Evan didn’t mean understanding him. There was something locked behind his eyes, something careful and coiled tight, and Mark hated not knowing how to help.
“I just wish I knew what you actually wanted,” he said aloud, more frustrated than he meant to be. “If I knew, I’d get it for you. No question.”
The words lingered strangely in the air, heavier than a casual complaint should have been, and sleep came fast.
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Mark woke up already knowing something was wrong. The ceiling was too low. The room smelled unfamiliar—cleaner, sharper. Somewhere nearby, a door slammed, followed by laughter that didn’t belong in his parents’ quiet house. He sat up—and stopped.
His body felt different. Lighter. Narrower. His hands, resting on his lap, weren’t his hands at all. Mark stumbled to the mirror mounted over a cluttered desk, heart pounding hard enough to make him dizzy.
His younger brother stared back at him.
Same dark eyes. Same face that still hadn’t quite finished growing into itself. Same cautious expression that had always made Mark want to put a hand on Evan’s shoulder and tell him everything would be fine.
A memory flashed behind his eyes that wasn’t his.
Standing in front of a classroom lectern. A professor with silver hair and wire-rim glasses smiling faintly as he adjusted his scarf.
Professor Bishop.
The man’s voice echoed oddly, layered over Mark’s thoughts.
“Be careful what you ask for, Mark,” he’d said mildly. “Understanding is rarely simple.”
Mark staggered back, breath sharp, as the impossible memory vanished as suddenly as it had come.
His pulse thundered. His skin prickled. And beneath it all—something else. A tightness. A constant, low hum of unease. Not panic exactly, but… vigilance? Like standing in a room full of strangers, always aware of yourself, of how you looked, how you sounded, how you were. This wasn’t just a body - it was a mindset.
Mark swallowed. His chest felt crowded with feelings that weren’t his own. Somewhere far away, his original body was moving through the world, unaware that anything had changed.
And Evan—
Mark didn’t hear a voice. Didn’t feel words. But the nervous energy never let up.
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The first week was survival.
Mark learned quickly that confidence didn’t transfer with the body. Every instinct he had—to take up space, to speak first, to joke easily—ran straight into resistance. His throat tightened when he raised his hand in class. His heart kicked hard when someone laughed nearby, even when it wasn’t directed at him.
He understood, then, how Evan had lived. Always filtering himself. Always double-checking.
Then there were the memories. They came in flashes, uninvited and vivid. A late-night study session where Mark—Evan—hadn’t been able to focus because Lucas kept pushing his hair back from his eyes. A phone held inches from his face, a message typed and erased half a dozen times.
You should ask him.
Don’t.
He’ll think you’re weird.
Mark would stop whatever he was doing, breath catching, as the weight of it pressed down on him. Evan had been carrying this alone. The realization settled slowly, heavily. Mark wasn’t here by accident.
The truth became impossible to ignore.
Evan wanted three things. Not consciously, not boldly—but desperately, and the first was the heaviest.
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Going home that weekend felt like walking toward a cliff. Mark’s palms sweated the entire drive. Evan’s body reacted automatically—shoulders tight, jaw clenched. Every mile closer to home made the pressure in his chest worse.
At the dinner table, conversation flowed easily around him. Mark recognized the moment from memory: the clink of forks, the warmth of the lights, the sense of standing on the edge of something irreversible.
He felt Evan’s instinctive fear spike. Mark took a breath that felt too shallow.
“Mom,” he said. His voice sounded smaller than he expected. “Dad. There’s something I need to tell you.”
Silence fell. The moment stretched until Mark thought he might choke on it.
“I’m gay.”
The words landed gently. Almost anticlimactically.
His mom’s face softened immediately. She reached for his hand without hesitation.
“Oh, honey,” she said quietly. “We love you.”
His dad nodded, expression steady. “We know. Always have.”
No shock. No anger. Just relief. Mark’s chest burned, a sharp ache blooming where fear had lived for so long. Later that night, lying in his childhood bedroom, Mark stared at the ceiling, feeling something inside finally loosen. Evan’s presence—the constant tension—eased, just a little.
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The second thing Evan wanted was hard too, just in a different way.
Lucas wasn’t just a crush. He was kindness without pressure. Attention without expectation. Someone who listened. Mark felt it every time Lucas smiled at him—an involuntary warmth, immediate and intense. And of course the memories made it impossible to pretend this was casual.
Mark waited too long. Hesitated too often. Evan’s instincts whispered caution at every turn. Until one evening, as they lingered after a study session, Mark realized he was standing at the same crossroads Evan had faced dozens of times before. The fear surged, and Mark nearly let it win.
“Lucas…” he said, before he could stop himself. His heart hammered hard enough to make his ears ring. “Do you— would you maybe want to get coffee sometime? Like… just us...”
Lucas looked surprised. Then he smiled.
“I’d really like that,” he said.
The relief was dizzying. Overwhelming. And threaded through it was something Mark hadn’t expected. Joy that felt… personal.
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The third change crept up on him. It started with movement. Morning runs to burn off nervous energy. Gym visits that felt awkward at first, then routine. Evan’s body responded slowly, but it responded. Strength built. Endurance followed. Mark learned what this body could do instead of what it wasn’t.
And Lucas noticed.
“You seem different lately,” he said one afternoon, handing Mark a towel. “More… here, if that makes sense…?”
Mark smiled, pulse skipping. He was here. Too much, maybe. That realization hit him one night, lying awake in Evan’s dorm bed.
He wasn’t just doing this for his brother anymore. He liked the quiet focus. The deliberate growth. The way every small victory felt earned.
And Lucas…
Mark’s chest tightened painfully. He didn’t want to leave this. The nervous hum inside him shifted, no longer fear, but something closer to anticipation. Hope. By the time break approached, Mark understood the truth.
Evan hadn’t just wanted these things. He’d wanted to be this person.
The morning it ended came without drama. Mark woke with a strange sense of stillness, as if the air itself were holding its breath. He stood in front of the mirror one last time, taking in Evan’s face. Not as something borrowed, but as something lived in. He felt the choice settle into place, quiet and absolute.
And with that, a shift happened gently. No flash. No pain. Just a release.
Mark opened his eyes to find himself standing taller again. Older. Familiar weight in his limbs. Across the room, Evan stood frozen, blinking like someone waking from a long dream. They stared at each other. Evan’s posture was different. Straighter. His eyes steadier.
Mark smiled slowly.
“You okay?” he asked.
Evan nodded. “Yeah. I think I am.”
Somewhere, far away, snow began to fall.
Christmas came early that year.
Thank you so much! It made me feel the emotions I hoped it would! Beautifully done!
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.
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.
Checkout the rebrand of my 3rd blog. Dedicated to captions and scenes significantly shorter than my stories here.
- 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.
Checkout the rebrand of my 3rd blog. Dedicated to captions and scenes significantly shorter than my stories here.
And, the occasional AI video I have might get an itch to create.
UPDATE!
I have lost the spark of writing longer stories. But, my head is still filled with ideas. I am rebranding my @askmrmischief blog to be caption and AI focused. Pictures that sparked a quick scene in my head ... and ai videos that I want to make. My current interest in something I'm calling the Second Life Initiative
So if this interest you ... or you want quick captions from me in the future ... stay tuned at @askmrmischief
The Height of Holiday Magic: A Very Meyers Christmas
@thegreatstoryteller , it's my time to return the favor. Another annual body swap and another story I hope you enjoy!
Henry gripped the steering wheel tightly as the snow-covered road stretched endlessly ahead. The rhythmic hum of the car's engine was soothing, a stark contrast to the churning thoughts in his head. He was glad to be heading home after months of college. Winter break meant cozy evenings, his mom’s famous hot cocoa, and the familiar scent of pine and firewood filling the house.
But beneath the excitement, there was a nagging weight pressing on his chest. It always surfaced when he thought of his dad. Locke was everything Henry wasn’t. Compared to Henry’s 5’6" thin and frail frame. Locke was 6'4 and strong, with a natural confidence that drew people to him. Growing up, Henry had idolized his father. But as years passed, admiration turned into something more complicated.
He glanced at his hands on the wheel. Dainty hands that were connected to an equally soft body. “Why couldn’t I have gotten his genes instead of Mom’s?” he sighed, his voice filled with quiet frustration. The thought made him clench his jaw. His mother, kind and petite, had passed down her smaller frame to him. He was constantly reminded of it every time he literally looked up at his father. “What’s wrong with me?” he whispered.
The Body Swap Couple: Car Troubles
"Hey, cut it out!" Travis tried to shoo away Henry as he worked on the car.
"Babeeeee, whyyyy, you looks soooo hot and muscular. And, I look so hot and muscular. You know .... I also love hairy bodies. It's so not fair!" Henry groans his flamboyant tone and mannerisms, looking a bit silly in his new over masculine body.
Glitch in the System: The Gif Prison
(This story is for @axeegliter. The plot was inspired by an idea he proposed to me. I hope you enjoy the story!)
Tyler looked down at his body. “Where ... I'm I.” He spoke as his mind felt cloudy. He saw that he was wearing a wrestler singlet. It looked funny on his body because he wasn't athletic enough to be wearing this, or so he thought. He wasn't scrawny or fat. He was just average; a little bloated from last night's big meal. And, he was perfectly fine with that. Even though he never worked out, he wasn't weak. He could see himself developing a dad bod as he got older, but he didn't mind. He loved doing other things with his time instead of spending his whole life at a gym to look like a Greek statue. So, as Tyler looked down, he couldn't help but be confused. “What the fuck am I wearing?” He snapped the straps of the spandex uniform.
His father came walking in. His father was the opposite of him. He was a coach and personal trainer all of Tyler's life. “You really did no training? Tyler, this is the big match, and you look like this! No muscle! You are gonna get your ass kicked.” It was still hard to think for Tyler. The world around him was moving so fast, but his body and mind were moving so slow. “Dad? What are you doing here? Where am I? What match? ... I never joined the wrestling team.” Tyler thought back about his early high-school years and how his father was so disappointed that Tyler lied about trying out for any team.
“It's too late to cry about this boy. Time to get your ass beat like a man of your word. You agreed to this fight ... time to see it through. Just walk to the ring.” His father spoke sternly. Before Tyler could speak, he was in a long hallway with a bright light at one end. With every step, he could hear the roaring cheer of an audience. An announcer began to introduce him, and the cheering grew louder. He felt a pit in his stomach as he got closer to the light. He knew thousands of eyes would be on him, but he didn't want that. He never wanted to be the center of attention. He took a step into the light, and a blast of loud music made him jump.
One Gift Can Change the World
(A story written for @tf-lover for the annual story exchange)
The world was a blur, as Erica zoomed by. She was driving home in a rush. The day had dragged on, and her professor was the cherry on top of pile shit that today had turned out to be. Unfortunately, her ass of a professor wasn't the only problematic man she had to face. On a daily basis, there was a parade of men that would at best annoy her and, at worst, make her wish she was not a girl. Don't get me wrong. She loved being a girl. Well, she loved being a Tom Girl. But even with her best attempt of dressing and acting tough, there were always guys trying to hit on her ... make her act like “a real woman,” Stop hiding her beauty by dressing like a “dyke,” and let a man protect her. But, she didn't need a man’s protection. She'd taken out guys twice her size. But, all people saw when they looked at her was a small and weak 4’9 girl.
TF Story Exchange: Can a Friendship Survive Swapmas?
@thegreatstoryteller I feel extremely greatful to have gotten a chance to write a story for you, this year. I have always loved your work. I wish you the best this holiday season and a great upcoming year. And, I hope I pleased you with this story!
Ned stared at the screen, as minutes passed by. His mind filled with worry. The same worry that always plagued his life. He couldn't help it; it was part of his DNA. Every choice in his life was a never ending debate of possibilities. Even this morning, he spent 30 minutes deciding whether or not he should eat a bowl of cereal. The same breakfast he had for the past 10 years. So, why wouldn't this decision be harder to make? The one that's currently staring right back at him through the screen.
Hello, everyone. It's been a long minute. Don't know you remembers me or cares, lol ... I'm thinking about getting into writing again. How is everyone doing?
Swapping Sentences: Fit for Trial
(Hello, everybody! I hope you all like this story. It's one of a two part collaboration with the incredible @swap-meet. His part should be up within the coming day so, be on the look out. Without further to do here we go...)
I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know how it got to that point. But, I hated my life. I was trapped in a feeder - feedee relationship.
All I knew was that I never wanted that for my life. I missed being fit. Being able to do things I couldn't anymore. I missed going to work ... instead of sitting at home, watching tv and eating non stop. I misssd my old life. But over the course of the past 5 years, I've become just some kinky abomination for my boyfriend.
Mark was perfect at the start. He was very loving and always wanted to take me out to eat for our dates. It started with him encouraging me to eat little more. And once I moved in, he wanted me to stop going to the gym so, we could spend more time together. Before I knew it I had a starter gut.
That's when he said he had a feeder kink. But, I was so in love with him and how he treated me. I let him get me fat. As time went on, however; he becoming less loving. Eventually, he only saw me as a weird sex object. I became way fatter than I wanted. I told him I wanted to stop but he only became more aggressive. Telling me that one day he'll make me immobile. The worst part is I couldn't leave him. I was tied to him emotionally, socially, and financially.
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So, I did something crazy. I downloaded a new app called Mutual Swap. I knew nobody was gonna wanna be in my fat body, so I used an old picture of myself ... from before I started dating Mark. I felt bad about lying. But, it wasn't like I planned on making the swap permanent ... I just needed a break.
Then I met Jordan, through the app. His profile picture was incredibly hot. The way he drank in luxury. The way he leaned back, showing off his body. He had the life I wanted. And, I couldn't believe he wanted to swap bodies with me. But, to be fair, he was looking at an old picture of me. I didn't get my hopes up, though.
You see, Mutual Swaps has a safety feature that allows any of the people involved to end a swap earlier than the agreed upon time. So, I had tried swaping bodies before, through the app. But, as soon as someone saw they were in my real body, they swapped back, immediately. So with Jordan I thought, Fuck it. It's still worth a try. Even a second in some else's body was worth it.
I got comfortable and sat up in bed. And pushed the button, agreeing to the swap. I waited a few seconds. Then I saw that he also confirmed. My vision went black.
As, I woke up. I looked around and I was in a beautiful hotel. My new body was perfect. I couldn't wait to have some fun. A few minutes passed and I was surprised that Jordan hasn't forced us to swap back. I thought I got lucky, with an an understanding guy. Until, there was a big bang at the door. The door cracks open, as police swarm my room. At that moment, I realized why he didn't swap back. He didn't want to go to jail.
"Jordan Rogers you are under arrest." They proceeded to handcuff me. They read me my rights. But, I tried to explain the situation, to them. I begged them to search the phone. However, the asshole set a timer to digitally fry it. Everything was scrubbed off the phone, including the app and all our talks of setting up the body swap.
Jordan obviously pissed them off. They are treating me like I'm one of the worst people on earth. They keep telling me I'm going away for the rest of my life. Everytime I try to tell them the truth, about the body swap ... I get roughed up. They think I'm trying to build an insanity case. But, I just want my body back. I can't survive prison. I don't even know the crimes I'm paying for, but they can't be good. My trail is gonna start next month. So, I guess that is when I'll learn the crimes I'm being made to pay. Now, I'm just sitting in a jail cell wishing I never downloaded that app, in the first place.
Celeb TF Game (Rules: Last Male Celeb you looked at... You are now them!)
Well here is a very neat question I just came up with while writing my last plot… what celebrity would you be put in the body of? The rules? It’s the last celeb you have seen, lets just say male due to what I write… me? Well I got a k-pop star named Junkook that came across my timeline, I don’t mind it at all!
Who did you get and what will you do in your new body? I’m gonna ride this k-pop thing for a while then maybe try acting in some drama shows and then… retire early and relax.
Markiplier
That Scottish-brogue laden bad boy Thomas Doherty. ;) I’ll be giving lots of let’s fuck looks.
New Thor Love And Thunder trailer came out so last celebrity I saw was Chris Hemsworth. I guess I’m the star of the movie!
Looks like the Doctor is in! Looks like my body swap got hit with some time stone shenanigans. I’m found myself in the middle of filming the movie. Don’t worry I won’t spoil anything.
Happy birthday dude! 🎂🥳
Thank you, I really appreciate it. I had a good birthday despite getting older, lol.