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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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@mexicantffan
His job is so easy because if your little pecker gets hard upon sighting him, you're exactly what he's after
A fäg and his money are soon parted.
It's true. They worship men like us!
The crotch grab is a crude hyper-masculine display of male aggression meant to intimidate, disrespect, and mock one's opponent. Take your game to the next level with crotch grabbing!
Marc and his boyfriend Alex had been so excited for this holiday. A relaxing week in the sun, plenty of time by the pool, and lots of private time together. They booked the “Lads Holiday Package” because it was the cheapest all-inclusive option and they were on a tight budget.
They had no idea what they were getting into.
The moment they checked in at the resort desk, the receptionist gave them both a big grin and scanned their booking.
“Welcome to the Lads Holiday Package, boys! Enjoy your transformation.”
Before they could ask what he meant, a warm wave washed over both of them.
Their bodies changed first. Muscles swelled and hardened. Their chests pushed out into thick, defined pecs, abs carved themselves in, arms and shoulders grew bigger and stronger. Both of them turned into the perfect, athletic lads.
Then came the mental shift.
Their memories of being a gay couple blurred and rewrote themselves. Dates, anniversaries, and intimate nights together were replaced with gym sessions, footy matches, pulling girls, and getting pissed with the lads. Their attraction to each other vanished, replaced by a strong, straight-bro bond.
By the time the changes finished, they were no longer a gay couple, they were two cocky, straight lads ready to destroy the holiday.
The week that followed was pure chaos and the best time of their lives.
Mornings were spent in the gym flexing and lifting heavy. Afternoons meant shirtless pool days, getting pissed, playing loud music, and chatting up girls. Evenings were even more wild, hitting the local bars on the strip, pulling fit girls, shagging them in the toilet, and high-fiving each other the next morning while swapping stories. They felt unstoppable.
On the last night, as they sat on the beach with beers in hand, Alex slapped Marc on the back.
“Best holiday ever. We need to book this package again next year.”
Marc grinned. “100%. Lads on tour forever.”
When they checked out the next morning, the same receptionist smiled knowingly and scanned their room keys.
“Ending the Lads Holiday Package now. Safe travels, gentlemen.”
Another warm wave hit them.
The reversal was gentler this time. They were back to their original selves, their memories and orientations shifted back. The straight-lad mindset faded, replaced by their original personalities and love for each other.
Marc blinked, suddenly looking at Alex with familiar affection. Alex looked back at him, eyes softening as the realization hit.
“…Did we just spend a week as straight lads?” Marc asked, half-laughing.
Alex grinned, pulling him in for a kiss right there in the lobby.
“Yeah. And it was fucking hilarious. I can’t believe how much fun we had pulling girls and acting like complete tools.”
They both laughed, still buzzing from the experience.
As they left the resort, Marc turned to Alex.
“So… same package again next year?”
Alex squeezed his hand, smirking.
“Absolutely. Best holiday we’ve ever had.”
Fratification
Daniel was quiet and well-mannered, standing out like a sore thumb among his rowdy fraternity brothers. It wasn't his decision to join a frat; his father forced him to uphold family tradition. He tried to adjust, but it was impossible. The frat life just wasn't for him, especially as the only gay guy. "Luckily," his frat knew just how to deal with misfits. After pressuring a few beers into Daniel, weakening his resistance, they used their infamous hypno skills on his newly mushed mind. They spent all night assimilating his mind and personality into a clone copy of theirs. From that permanent conversion on, Daniel was interchangeable with any of the loud, cocky, and insanely wild frat bros.
The new and improved Daniel, "Danny-boy," is dumb as a rock, an aggressive pussyhound, and extremely obnoxious with his belches—proudly coining himself "the belch king!"
Congratulations on starting Uni. If you study and put in the work you'll have a successful career.
This could be you in a few year. A successful intern in a big company. A job waiting for you as soon as you graduate.
But deep down you know you don't want to graduate. Deep down you no your made for more. Instead of studying use your time to start smoking. Fry your brain with hypno and porn.
Let your Dick take the control. You are a dumb chav.