SwappersWorld

Bodyswaps and tf’s, my suggestions are open!

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Wow it worked

Testing new software out now that Soras gone

[swappersworld2]

The Gym Transforms and Listens

Aiden was always one of the smaller men at the gym, he was always made fun of by this dynamic duo of torture, Kent and David. Kent was arguably the biggest guy in the gym, and David just was copying his workouts and habits. That didn't stop from David joining in on Kent bullying Aiden.

After Kent bullied Aiden today for wearing the same color as him. Aiden decided enough was more than enough. So he decided it was time to take them both down to his level, maybe ever lower.

Kent was taking his usual post work out thirst trap photos he would post on his gym account.

When all the sudden it hit him like a fright train. All at once he could feel his bones cracking and realigning. He looked around as everything seemed to be growing. He could feel years of hard work melting off his frame. Leaving a much skinny, shorter body that he didn't recognize.

"Holy shit, what is happening" was all he could even think when he felt his whole perspective changing. Kent stood there in shock staring at his much smaller, less intimidating frame. Unable to move he heard the door to the locker room open. David walked in an saw the man he wanted to be, and stood there for a minute.

"What? Why? How? There's no way that's you Kent." They both starred at each other for a minute, David staring down at the man he used to look up at, and Kent starring way far up at David.

"You're shorter than my shoulder man" David said as he wasn't sure if he wanted to make fun of Kent or feel bad. Little did he know, he was next…

David had the same thing that happened to Kent, only double. he shrank to an almost comical size. He was barely as tall as Kents now shorter waist. The two men screamed as the floor rushed up on David.

Kent was secretly happy that whatever happened to him wasn't that drastic. He still wondered what was happening. Unfortunately for them they would soon find out. As Aiden walked through the door.

"No way it worked" Aiden said. David and Kent both were confused as Aiden said he was tired of the constant harassing. So he wrote in an old book his old grandma said anything wrote in it would come true, but he thought it was always completely made up. He then remember the other thing he wrote that didn't happen just yet. "Wait if guys changed.."

Aiden out of revenge wrote that he wanted to be the biggest man in the gym. Which worked for him, but unfortunately he forgot the gym had a body building team. Aiden stood in shock as he felt years of weights and runs all pile on at the same time.

Kent stood still as reality hit him, that the man he use to bully did this to him, and was also so much bigger then he currently was. He felt emasculated, and sad as he realized something else shrank with him.

"Change me back right now" Kent yelled. Aiden couldn't care enough to listen though, he was huge, hung, and towered over the men that use to bully him.

All the Aiden could think about was what else could he write in that notebook now that he knew it had the power to change people.

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Waves are Unpredictable (Part 3)

The apartment had barely recovered from the last wave when the air changed again.

A deep hum rolled through the walls, stronger and steadier than any pulse before. Lights flickered. The mirror by the TV glowed faintly.

Mateo looked up immediately.

“It’s happening again.”

His roommate groaned from inside a hoodie three sizes too big.

“No. Absolutely not.”

But the wave had already started.

Warm energy rushed through Mateo first. His small frame stretched upward in a smooth surge. Legs lengthened. Shoulders broadened. His chest expanded with solid, athletic power. The twinkish softness vanished from his face, replaced by sharp masculine features and calm confidence.

Three feet became five.

Five became five eight.

Then he settled at 5'11.

His dark hair stayed styled perfectly. His bronze skin glowed warm under the apartment lights. Muscular arms filled out a fitted shirt that formed around him. Broad shoulders, carved chest, strong legs, lean waist. Not oversized this time. Just impressive.

Mateo looked down at himself and smiled.

“Finally.”

Then the wave turned toward his roommate.

His height rose quickly, but stopped well below Mateo’s. Around 5'7. His body slimmed into a toned, athletic frame with narrow shoulders, visible abs, and long clean lines instead of heavy muscle. His features shifted into handsome South Asian looks, warm brown skin, dark expressive eyes, thick black hair falling perfectly into place.

His oversized clothes reformed into fitted campus style: sneakers, joggers, a varsity jacket over a tee.

He blinked at his hands, then at Mateo.

“What the hell?”

His voice was smooth.

Mateo stared back.

The final pulse rolled through both of them at once.

Years adjusted.

Not late twenties anymore.

College age.

The apartment changed with them in an instant. Posters on the wall became fraternity banners, textbooks appeared on the counter beside red cups, and Greek letters hung over the kitchen entry. A framed photo now showed Mateo in the center of a crowd, smiling with his arm around his transformed roommate like they had lived this life for years.

Then the memories hit.

Classes, parties, game days, late nights, shared jokes, endless campus routines. A whole college life pressed into their minds all at once. Mateo staggered as names, faces, and responsibilities suddenly felt familiar.

But another set of memories followed close behind, and both of them went still.

There were dates. Flirting. Waking up together after parties. Tense conversations never finished. Jealous moments when one of them brought someone else home. Long stretches of pretending nothing was happening while everyone around them clearly knew better.

Brian stepped back, visibly uncomfortable. He looked at his hands, then at Mateo, then at the room around them as if none of it belonged to him.

“No,” he said quietly. “This isn’t me.”

He shook his head harder, trying to push the new memories away.

“I don’t talk like this. I don’t dress like this. I don’t... do any of this.”

Mateo frowned, feeling his own mind split between old memories and rewritten ones. He knew who he had been, but he also knew exactly how to run this fraternity house, which professors to avoid, what parties they had hosted, and how many times this roommate had stayed in his room.

His roommate looked almost angry now.

“I wasn’t like this before. We weren’t like this before.”

Mateo rubbed his temples, trying to steady himself.

“No,” he admitted. “We weren’t.”

The roommate’s jaw tightened. “Then why does it feel real?”

Neither of them had an answer.

Mateo glanced down at the letters across his shirt, then at the keys in his hand. His body moved with confidence that felt natural, even if the memories behind it did not. Beside him, his roommate stood tense and uncertain, shorter than Mateo, toned and stylish, handsome in a way completely different from Mateo’s solid presence.

They turned toward the mirror together.

Mateo looked like he had always belonged in charge.

His roommate looked like someone dropped into another man’s life.

After a long silence, the roommate crossed his arms.

“So what now, President?”

Mateo stared at their reflections a moment longer, then picked up the keys.

“Now,” he said, a slow grin forming, “I make every pledge in this house transform.”

His roommate blinked. “You can do that?”

Mateo looked down at his hands as warm energy sparked across his fingers.

“I think I can now.”

Before his roommate could answer, Mateo snapped once.

The whole fraternity house shook.

Shouts echoed upstairs. Doors flew open. Footsteps pounded down the hallway as pledges and brothers stumbled into the common room, confused and half-dressed, asking what was happening.

Then the wave burst outward.

Light swept through the house in a rolling pulse, touching everyone it passed.

Tall guys shortened a few inches. Heavy builds tightened into lean athletic frames. Awkward posture straightened. Hair sharpened into styled cuts. Skin cleared. Clothes reformed into fitted campus fashion. The entire room transformed into a crowd of polished, toned, stylish college guys, each with their own distinct look but all carrying the same sleek confidence.

The house erupted in chaos.

“What happened to me?”

“Why am I shorter?”

“Why do I suddenly have abs?”

“Whose jacket is this?”

Mateo folded his arms, looking completely at home in the center of it all.

His roommate stared in disbelief.

“You turned the whole frat into pretty boys.”

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Waves are Unpredictable (Part 2)

Mateo’s roommate was still laughing when the next wave began.

It started with the lights flickering.

Then a warm pulse rolled through the apartment, rattling the windows and making both of them freeze.

Mateo’s eyes widened.

“No.”

His roommate looked around nervously.

“No what?”

“The waves are back.”

Before either of them could move, the energy rushed through the room and hit them both at once.

Mateo felt the floor rise again beneath him. His already tiny frame shrank another few inches, clothes loosening instantly. His sneakers slipped off his feet as his legs shortened and his sleeves swallowed his hands.

Across the room, his roommate let out a startled yell.

He was shrinking too.

The groceries dropped as his body rapidly compressed downward. His jeans bunched at the ankles, shirt hanging loose as his shoulders narrowed and face softened into twink features.

“What is happening to me?” he shouted.

Mateo pointed furiously.

“Now you know how I feel.”

They both continued shrinking.

The couch looked taller.

The kitchen counters rose overhead.

The front door suddenly seemed enormous.

Mateo dropped to around three feet tall. His roommate, once much taller than him, shrank to nearly the same height beside him.

Their voices lifted higher with every second.

Hair thickened.

Faces smoothed.

Masculine features changed.

When the wave finally ended, two boys stood in the middle of the apartment surrounded by fallen groceries and oversized clothes.

They looked at each other and realized they had lost almost and masculine trait.

Mateo still had his styled dark hair and annoyed stare. His roommate looked stunned, blinking up at the giant room around them.

Neither of their clothes fit anymore. Shirts hung like dresses. Pants puddled around their shoes.

Silence filled the apartment.

Silence filled the apartment.

Then Mateo’s roommate looked over at him.

“You got me transformed too.”

Mateo crossed his arms.

“You were laughing.”

His roommate groaned.

“This is karma.”

They both tried walking and immediately tripped over their oversized pants.

For a moment they just lay there on the floor staring at the ceiling.

Then they started laughing.

Real laughing this time.

The kind that only came once panic wore off.

Eventually Mateo sat up and looked around the apartment from their new height. The coffee table looked huge. The couch cushions rose like cliffs. Even the doorknob seemed unreachable.

His roommate sighed.

“So what now?”

Mateo stood, rolled up his sleeves, and lifted his chin...

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Waves are Unpredictable (Part 1)

Matthew had always wanted a change.

He was tired of seeing the same reflection every morning. Tired of feeling too big, too awkward, too stuck in a body that never felt fully like his. He used to imagine waking up different. Stronger. Sharper. More confident. Someone people noticed the second he walked into a room.

He just never expected it to really happen.

The moment he looked into the mirror, the first wave hit.

Heat rushed through his body as his tall 6'1 frame began shrinking inch by inch. The softness around his stomach melted into lean muscle. Pale skin deepened into warm bronze. Blond hair darkened to black. His face sharpened into handsome Mexican features, jaw cleaner, eyes darker, expression stronger. When it ended, Matthew Mateo stood around 5'6, compact, muscular, and impossible not to notice.

For a moment, he loved it.

Then the second wave struck harder.

More height vanished. His shoulders widened, chest swelled, arms thickened, and tattoos spread over his skin. Gold jewelry appeared around his neck and wrist. Every lost inch became more confidence. By the end of it, Mateo stood barely over five feet tall, broad, powerful, and carrying himself like he owned every room he entered.

But the waves did not stop there.

They pushed too far.

Mateo shrank to 4'7, then 4'2, while becoming denser and more exaggerated. Thick legs, stacked chest, carved abs, arms like stone. The apartment around him looked enormous now. Mirrors seemed to admire him more than he admired himself.

Then everything changed direction.

Instead of adding more, the waves began taking years away.

His beard vanished. Skin smoothed. His voice lifted. His face softened while staying handsome. The impossible body slimmed from monstrous bulk into athletic tone. Mateo became more twinkish with every pulse.

He shrank lower too.

Soon he looked like the perfect twink, tiny but toned, dressed sharp, with an expression that still said he knew exactly how he looked.

One final humiliating pulse reduced him to around 3'3. Oversized clothes hung from his small frame. His hair stayed perfect. His posture stayed cocky. Even trapped in a twinks body, Mateo somehow still looked expensive.

And for the first time, the change he had wanted felt like a curse.

Then the apartment door unlocked and Mateo froze.

His roommate stepped inside carrying groceries, calling out casually until he looked up and stopped dead in the doorway.

The bags nearly slipped from his hands.

Silence filled the apartment.

He stared at the tiny dressed child standing in the middle of the living room with styled dark hair, crossed arms, and an annoyed expression far too confident for someone that size.

Mateo’s face burned red.

“It’s me,” he said, his higher voice making everything worse.

His roommate blinked twice.

Then once more.

Then he slowly set the groceries down.

“Mateo?”

Mateo groaned and covered his face.

His roommate walked in a slow circle around him, trying to understand what he was seeing. The expensive clothes hanging off Mateo’s tiny frame. The familiar attitude. The same irritated stare.

“You got shorter,” he finally said.

Mateo lowered his hands and glared.

“That is your first comment?”

His roommate started laughing so hard he had to lean against the wall.

Mateo stormed forward in tiny furious steps, which only made the laughter worse.

When he caught his reflection in the mirror beside them, he stopped.

Small.

Stylish.

Ridiculously transformed.

His roommate wiped tears from his eyes.

“So what now?”

Mateo straightened his shirt, lifted his chin, and gave the mirror one last look.

“I guess,” he said, “we figure out how to fix this.”

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[swappersworld2]

[hyphyphurray]

Throw two alpha males into the same gym, and they’ll either become best friends or enemies.

Maybe if Derek wasn’t such an asshole, we’d have been best bros. But one time I was just finishing up my entire workout and I told him he couldn’t switch in, and he got all pissed about it. It was my last two sets, and then I had to run, he didn’t have to act like such a little bitch about it.

But now every time we’re in the gym at the same time, he’s gotta pull some kind of shit. He even has a couple admirers that do his fucking bidding- I saw some nerdy type trying to steal something from my gym bag, and when caught in the act, he just ran behind Derek like some kind of cowering puppy. Pathetic.

Not that I don’t have a couple of non-muscle types on my side. I’d been helping this kinda guy Shawn for a month by giving him some pointers, and he’d seen some small gains, and now he practically worships me. And honestly, I was proud of him- it’s the incentive to keep going to the gym and work- whatever genetics gave you- that mattered to me. Sure, he’d never weigh more than a buck fifty, but he wasn’t some asshole like Derek.

It was after Derek “tripped” one day and spilled my protein shake that I just got super pissed and ranted about him to Shawn.

“I can’t stand that asshole!” I growled, glowering from across the gym. “He thinks the whole fucking world revolves around him.”

Shawn tried to calm me down.

“Listen, Mark,” he said, helping me clean up my shake. “You’re a good guy, and you’ve been super nice to me. Maybe I could do something to help you out with Derek…”

“Like what?” I asked.

Shawn blushed.

“Well, uh… I’m kind of a hypnotist, and…” he cleared his throat. “I could maybe make this audio file that makes him listen to you…. follow your orders…”

“Are you for real?” I said. “That shit actually work?”

Shawn nodded and then continued.

“I could pretend to ask him for lifting help, act like we had a falling out, and then tell him that I had this great file that would help him out with his workouts….”

Holy shit. That sounded amazing.

“Shawn,” I said, clapping him on the back. “You’re fucking awesome, bro!”

And the rest of the week at the gym, it all went to plan. Shawn started following Derek around, praising his muscles and asking for help. Derek seemed only too happy to steal away an admirer of mine, and actually started parading Shawn in front of me, trying to piss me off.

But then I’d see him post workout, earbuds in, listening to something. Shawn saw me taking note and winked.

My phone buzzed. A text from Shawn.

“His trigger phrase is Muscle Slave,” it read.

I grinned. I couldn’t wait for just the right moment.

It came the next week. In the locker room, I saw Derek’s scrawny hero-worshipper kneeled over my gym bag, mumbling something. Derek probably sent him over to throw it in one of the showers or some juvenile prank like that.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you little twerp?” I bellowed, and the little pipsqueak jumped into the air and took off. I looked in my bag. Nothing missing. I pulled out my muscle tank and a clean jock from the bag and threw them on with some shorts. This shit was gonna end today.

I made my way across the locker room to Derek, who had just finished working out.

“Your little dork was trying to get into my stuff again,” I growled.

Derek looked up from the bench he sat on.

“Christ, you’re an asshole,” he sneered. “Just ‘cause you’ve got some muscle, you think you’re in charge. Take that away and you’d be a nobody.”

“And you think everyone should just bend over at your every word. Can’t imagine a world that doesn’t revolve around you,” I spat back.

Strangely, he grinned.

“I can’t help it if little guys love me,” he flexed in his tight black undershirt. “If you were one, I bet you’d be all over this too. Or should I say, when you are one…”

I froze. What the fuck was this asshole talking about?

“I can’t believe it,” he continued. “That ‘little dork’ you were talking about actually did it.”

“Did what?” I cleared my throat. Something felt weird. I glared down at Derek. My hand went to my throat. “What the…?”

Derek’s eyes blazed as he actually started to laugh.

“Shit, you haven’t noticed? You’ve gotta be 30 pounds lighter by now!”

I looked down. My previously tight muscle tank was hanging off of me. My pecs! Gone! My biceps- gone! All of my hard earned gains at the gym were melting away!

I stared in horror at Derek. Fuck, was I getting shorter? He was sitting- I should be towering over him.

“That ‘little dork’ friend of mine does some magic in his spare time,” Derek chortled. “And he agreed with me that you should get taken down a peg or two.”

My shorts felt loose as I lost another inch. Two.

“You bastard!” I yelled, and my voice cracked.

“So now you’re going to know what it feels like to be a scrawny little nerd, obsessed with big muscle guys.”

Oh god, even my dick was shrinking. I could feel the jock loosen around my balls. I should have been pissed, but… I just saw this behemoth in front of me, his thighs bulging in his dark green shorts. My now tinier dick was hard and getting harder. Fuck! I was getting horny looking at Derek!

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, sounding like some little bitch.

I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror to the side. I must be barely 5'4’’ now! I’d be lucky if I weighed 120!

Derek grinned at me.

“You want this, don’t you?” he said, and flexed his massive arms.

Fuck. I did. My shorts, now too baggy for my shrunken frame, fell down around my ankles. God, even my feet had shrunk! My size 13 sneakers made me feel like I was wearing clown shoes.

I stared at Derek, impossibly horny. God, I wanted him to fuck me. To pin me down with his massive bulk. He stood over me, a giant, seemingly impossibly tall after once being just an inch shorter than me. He pushed me to my new, skinny knees.

“Not giving orders anymore, are you, you horny little twink?” he laughed.

And then I saw the earbuds still in.

“Shut up, Muscle Slave,” I snapped.

Derek blinked. His jaw started to go slack.

“What…?” he trailed off. He looked wobbly.

“Sit down, Muscle Slave,” I said.

He did.

Fuck. I was horny. And now this massive muscle god was sitting in front of me, awaiting orders.

I wrapped my new smaller hand around my tiny, hard cock. My other hand moved its way to my ass. God, fuck, I was so small, and horny.

I needed to get fucked.

“You’re right,” I purred, tracing my hand down Derek’s massive shoulder. “I’m just a horny little twink boy.”

His eyes seemed glazed.

“And now you’re gonna fuck me like I’m the center of your reality.”

I saw his dick twitch in his green shorts.

“Fuck me, Muscle Slave,” I whispered.

He picked me up right out of my now massive shoes with one arm, and slid off the now comically large jockstrap down my now-hairless legs. He turned me around, and I felt his massive cock push against my ass.

“Yes, master,” he said.

I started to grind my perky little ass against his raging boner. I felt the sinew of his muscles gripping me, enveloping me. I wanted to worship every one of them.

Fuck.

I was a horny little muscle-obssed fuckboi.

I moaned in my higher voice.

And this muscle god was going to fuck me until I forgave him.

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Another Chance

Nathan slouched on the couch, glaring at his phone. Another text from Chris. The same old story: "We can fix this." The words might as well have been a broken record, replaying their unresolved arguments. Nathan tossed the phone aside, the frustration bubbling under his skin.

“Fix what?” he muttered to himself. They had broken up for a reason—too many fights, too many differences. Chris’s stubborn pride. Nathan’s insecurities. The dynamic was toxic, no matter how much they cared for each other.

Then the air in the room shifted.

A strange, electric hum filled Nathan’s ears. The weight of the atmosphere pressed on him like an invisible hand. He tried to stand, but his body froze as an intense heat surged through him.

“What the hell?” he gasped.

His body felt like it was melting, remolding itself. His shoulders drew inward, his chest compacted, and his legs felt as though they were folding up beneath him. His muscles tensed, and he could feel them reshaping, growing leaner but harder, denser.

When the transformation ended, he stumbled to a mirror, his heart racing.

This was not the Nathan he knew.

He stared at his reflection in disbelief. The man in the mirror was shorter, with lean, twink-like muscles that rippled beneath tanned, darker skin. His sharp cheekbones and deep brown eyes gave him a striking intensity, but his oversized black shirt hung awkwardly on his now smaller frame.

“What the hell is happening?” Nathan whispered, his voice deeper and tinged with an accent he didn’t recognize.

Behind him, Chris groaned. Nathan spun around, only to freeze at the sight.

Chris wasn’t himself anymore, either. His shorter, heavier frame was gone. Instead, standing before Nathan was a towering 6’4’’ man with broad shoulders and a chiseled physique that screamed raw power. His pale skin glowed under the light, his piercing blue eyes glittered with confidence, and his smirk practically dripped with cockiness.

Chris flexed experimentally, marveling at his new body. “Damn,” he muttered, his deep voice resonating through the room.

Nathan glared. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Chris smirked, stepping closer. His towering frame loomed over Nathan’s shorter, leaner body. “What can I say? I clean up nice.”

Nathan crossed his arms, feeling the bulk of his toned biceps press against his chest. “You think this is funny? Look at me!” He gestured to his baggy shirt.

“Yeah, I am looking.” Chris’s smirk widened as he raised a hand, holding it over Nathan’s head to emphasize the height difference. “And I gotta say, it’s cute how small you are now.”

Nathan huffed, shooting him a glare. “Real mature.”

Chris’s smirk softened, his hand dropping to his side. “Look, maybe this isn’t a mistake. Think about it. We were always out of balance. You were insecure, I was stubborn. But now… we’re different. Better.”

Nathan hesitated. As much as he hated to admit it, Chris had a point. He felt strong in this new body—capable, even if he was shorter. And Chris? He radiated confidence without the usual edge of defensiveness.

“You really think this happened to fix us?” Nathan asked, his voice skeptical.

Chris nodded. “Maybe. We’ve got a second chance, Nathan. Why not take it?”

Nathan sighed, glancing up at Chris’s towering frame. He still wasn’t sure how to feel about the changes, but for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like running.

“Fine,” Nathan said. “But you’re buying dinner. And no more cocky remarks about my height.”

Chris laughed, his deep voice filling the room. “Deal. But only if you can keep up.”

As they walked out together, Nathan couldn’t help but feel that Chris was right. For the first time, they seemed balanced—a partnership rebuilt from the ground up.

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[swappersworld2]

The Airplane (Part 2)

[swappersworld2]

The Airplane (Part 1)

I bumped heads with this man while getting on my flight. I’m not sure what happened, but when I regained consciousness, this is what I looked like. I’m so cute and small, yet still attractive.

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[swappersworld2]

Oh my god. I’ve been seeing him all over my TikTok for months, wanting to be him. And now look at me, I’m finely him. Look how hot I am, look at these muscles.

[swappersworld2]

Danny had always been an ordinary teenager—white, overweight, and perpetually self-conscious about his appearance. He spent most of his days at school trying to blend into the background, avoiding the relentless teasing from classmates. Music was his only solace, and he idolized Omar Apollo, the charismatic Mexican-American singer whose voice and style captivated millions.

One day, while browsing through a local thrift shop, Danny stumbled upon an old, dusty record with a handwritten note attached: "Play me, and your dreams may come true." Intrigued and desperate for change, he bought the record and rushed home to play it on his ancient turntable.

As the needle touched the vinyl, a haunting melody filled the room, and Danny felt an electric tingle race down his spine. The music seemed to wrap around him, pulling him into a trance-like state. Suddenly, his body began to feel strange—warm and light, as if it were being reshaped by invisible hands.

First, his skin started to change, taking on a warmer, sun-kissed tone. His excess weight began to melt away, his once-round face becoming more defined. Danny watched in awe as his hands and arms slimmed down, muscles subtly emerging where there had been none before. His legs followed suit, growing stronger and more toned, his height adjusting to a leaner 5'10".

Danny’s hair darkened to a rich, deep brown, and began to curl in soft waves, falling effortlessly around his face. His eyes, once a dull blue, transformed into a warm brown, sparkling with a new sense of confidence and allure. The transformation continued as his clothes seemed to adjust to his new physique, hugging his now-muscular frame perfectly.

As the final notes of the song played, Danny stood in front of the mirror, hardly recognizing the person staring back at him. He had transformed into a perfect likeness of Omar Apollo—slim, toned, and undeniably attractive. The room seemed to hum with energy, as if the transformation had imbued him with a piece of Omar's charisma and talent.

Stunned by his new appearance, Danny tried to process what had happened. He felt a surge of excitement and trepidation; this was an opportunity to reinvent himself completely. The teasing and self-doubt of his past seemed to dissolve, replaced by a burning desire to embrace this new identity and make the most of it.

As he ventured out into the world, Danny—or rather, the new Omar—discovered that people treated him differently. Doors that had once been closed were now open, and he found himself drawn to music in a way he had never experienced before. With a voice that resonated with depth and emotion, he began to sing, capturing the attention of everyone who heard him.

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Becoming My Classmates Brother

My classmate Enzo Ceja was so hot, everyone on our class thought so. He was everything you would expect, he played football, basket ball, and was so attractive. He was 6’3, Mexican, and had a pretty toned body. Me being one of the only gay boys in my class, obviously had a crush on him, and everything about him. I knew he was straight, but I couldn’t get him out of my head.

So one day at my school during lunch I was talking to my friend about Enzo, and how I wanted to be his boyfriend. Little did I know, admitting this crush would completely change my life. The next day when I got to school, I could feel everyone staring at me, and I knew why. Someone over heard me telling my friend about my stupid crush on Enzo.

Enzo’s Perspective

I was leaving football practice when I over heard some of my bros talking about Dan, the one gay boy in my class. Had told someone that he had a crush on me. Ew. I could never date a man, but since rumor had spread around the school. People were shipping us. I had to talk to that boy, and clear this up, before I get clicked of the team. And I know just how to fix this.

Dans Perspective

As I walked into school, Enzo grabbed my head and pulled me into the locker room. As soon as he knew we were alone he started rambling on, about how he doesn’t even like the idea that a man likes him. Then he slapped me, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I felt different. I looked down, and saw legs that we’re definitely not mine, they were darker, and a lot more athletic then my fat, white legs. I got up fast and looked in the mirror.

I looked in the mirror, and instead of myself, I saw someone that looked like Enzo, but older. I was his older brother, I pulled out my id and on it was “Daniel Ceja” Which was definitely not my name before. Somehow I had turned into the older brother of the man I once liked. And I’m not complaining, if I couldn’t have him, being him was just as good, if not better.

“Hey bro get your keys! I’m going to be late for school!”

Obvious, I was Daniel Ceja, and Enzo is my younger brother. I have to give him a ride to school.

[malestransforming]

Would love to rewrite this with more details one day.

[swappersworld2]

I’m actually working on a rewrite for this right now ngl

[mentobein]

Khan

My partner wanted to spice up our love life during our vacation. I found a cute Asian man in our hotels fitness center.

He’s muscular with the cutest bit of stubble. His compact frame is a departure from my true size. I love the way I look and feel his skin. I’m also satisfied. I was able to pick up a souvenir bodysuit from our vacation.