A Case of SCP-4127: Heads or Tails (non-neutralized instance)
29th, October - 11:58:44 Pm
“Whenever you’re ready.” Remy announces, feeling a thrum of excitement running through his veins as he holds out a hand, a small shining coin sitting in the middle while he stares at his friend, similarly holding his breath in front of him. He felt himself grinning, which his friend reciprocates. Remy raises an eyebrow knowingly, and nods at his friend.
“I already told you,” Luke, his friend, responds, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he does. “I’ve been ready for this the moment you found that.” he adds, running a hand through his brown hair before pocketing them. He was a mere inch shorter than Remy, though they were of the same age. And slightly bulkier than Luke too. He takes stock of Remy and his form, as well as his dirty blonde hair slicked back. He had always liked how his friend looked. Though it did not matter anymore, he’ll get that for himself soon, he thinks.
“Good,” Remy exclaims, moving backward one step to make space, already placing the coin between his index finger and thumb. He takes stock of his friend one more time, taking note of Luke’s brown curls and bright eyes. Remy smirks, he’d have it soon enough too. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
Luke only responds with an enthusiastic nod and steps backward as well. Remy takes in a deep inhale, and prepares to flip the coin.
“Heads, we switch bodies for the weekend.”
28th, October - 08:46:04 PM
Remy sank down on his couch, still in his scrubs, as he tossed his bag to the side. Today has been a stressful one, and also a very weird one. It would have been the usual Thursday shift back at the campus hospital, if it hadn’t been for the one weird patient that he had to tend to before he finished his shift. The old man had dementia, or so his reports said, including delusions but Remy found himself a little intrigued when the old man talked to him.
Remy runs a hand through his hair, and produces a coin from his pocket—it was a 1936 USA Buffalo quarter, from the patient himself that he ‘passed on’ to Remy. Not knowing what to do, he accepted it and must have forgotten to discard it.
The old man claimed it could only flip to heads, and would give him what he wanted. Remy could almost laugh, and he sets it down on the coffee table before checking his phone. There were no new messages, and the last he sent was an image of himself earlier to an online friend. He groans at this, before putting the phone down.
He turns to the coin, picking it up and examining both sides. Something about it felt…different, he thought. It wasn’t lighter, nor was it heavier than the usual quarter, but comparing it to a normal quarter from his bag further confirmed this. Remy checks his phone once more, noting that his friend Luke still hadn’t responded to him, before his eyes strayed back to the coin again.
An idea pops in his head, and he shrugs, nothing really to lose if he tried it. “Heads,” he mutters, thinking about the old man again. “Luke finally replies to me.” he adds half-jokingly as he tosses the coin into the air.
The coin lands on his palm, heads up. He was about to toss the coin aside, when his phone lights up and buzzes. Remy raises an eyebrow at this and momentarily forgets about the coin, grabbing his phone and checking the notification in an instant. He wanted to laugh in surprise, but instead the sound got caught in his throat.
“Looking good as always, Rem.” was the first message, and then followed up by an image of Luke himself. “Was outside today, had fun.” was captioned on the image, and Remy instantly felt both a pang of envy at Luke’s escapades, and both at how good his friend looked.
Meanwhile across the town, Luke had just finished his ‘business’ at Remy’s photo, just moments after he got home, and had the urge to respond to his friend with a selfie he took earlier that day. Luke knew that Remy disliked his job, though he also thinks his friend looked hot in scrubs. What he would give to become him for a day or two, he thinks.
Remy replies with a “Sounds great! Can’t wait for the week to be over.” and Luke chuckles on his bed, rolling out of it to clean up the mess on his torso.
Remy, on the other hand, was back to staring at his coin after replying, an eyebrow raised at it. He thinks it could have been a coincidence as he gulps down a glass of water. He plays with the quarter between his palms for a few moments, deciding on what to try it next with, before looking back at his messages.
He grins smugly, and holds the coin out while thinking of something very specific to confirm. “Heads,” he begins, a thought brewing inside his head. “Luke sends me a selfie with no shirt on.” he adds. Luke had only ever sent him one once, drunkenly, and if the coin had any ‘magic’ in it, this would confirm it, he thought.
Not even a full minute later, his phone dings and instantly opens Luke’s message. His mouth drops open, though a smirk was already curling its way on the corners of his mouth.
He finally laughs in disbelief this time and the image didn’t even have a message to follow up. Remy clutched the coin in his palm, already thinking of what he could do with it. He could essentially do anything, he thought, and quietly said his thanks to the old man who, for some reason he couldn’t think of, gave him it. Regardless of the reason, it was his now.
Remy starts typing out a reply to Luke’s image, before a thought occurs in his head. Him and Luke had discussed the idea before because it seemed impossible—though now that he had a means to make it come true, he couldn’t wait to tell Luke.
30th, October - 12:00:04 MN
Luke felt a jolt from inside him the moment the quarter landed on Remy’s palm, like his body short-circuiting and something within him getting ripped out before being reattached somewhere else. It wasn’t painful, nor was it unpleasant, just strange. He feels himself stumble back, something cool between his palms, and felt as if he became a little heavier than he remembers.
Remy felt the same, though didn’t feel the weight shift much as he was immediately steady on his feet. His vision was slightly blurry at first, before it came to focus and found himself staring at…himself. He was staring at him with the same expression of shock, disbelief, before both yelled triumphantly, their voices echoing in the alley they were in.
“I’m you!” Luke exclaims, feeling himself in Remy’s body, patting the biceps in his new body and touching his face. “The coin worked!” he adds, clearing his throat and speaking again.
“Yeah,” Remy replies, finding a glass window nearby and then marvelling at himself. He traced his jaw with his fingers, then his throat, and even pulled his shirt up to look at his new pack. “Damn…” he mutters to himself, smiling.
“Okay, so we do this just for the weekend?” Luke asks, though still in the middle of checking himself out as well. He was only half-listening despite asking the question, his other hand already slipping inside the sweatpants he was now wearing.
“Yeah, just the weekend.” Remy replies, before flicking Luke’s other arm. “Hey, we’re in public.”
“What?” Luke asks, a smirk forming on his face. “I own this for the weekend anyway. You could do it too, you know, I don’t mind.” he adds, wiggling his eyebrows. He was now taller than Remy, even a little, and he saw the appeal in it already.
“I know,” Remy replies, rolling his eyes and chuckling. “I meant not here, back in my apartment maybe.” He tells Luke, gesturing to the pocket of the hoodie in his old body that held his keys and his old phone.
“Oh, right.” Luke agrees, laughing sheepishly and scratching the back of his head in embarassment. “So you got my phone, my keys, and my wallet there too. You know how to drive right?”
Remy laughs at this, and takes out the wallet on the back pocket of the jeans he was now wearing. He checks through the contents, and finds Luke’s driver’s license. He didn’t have one of his own, but he did know how to drive. “A little?” He responds.
Luke rolls his eyes, then finds himself smiling before shrugging. “Just…don’t crash my car—or your car, okay?” He says, causing Remy to laugh and give him an enthusiastic thumbs up. It was just a little over midnight, yet he already had plans for what to do.
“I took the weekend off so don’t worry about anyone calling you from the clinic.” Remy tells Luke as he put his wallet back in his pocket. “If they do, just tell them you’ll handle it on Monday.”
“Got it.” Luke nodded, already turning to go. “Also, don’t touch my drafts. They’re not part of the fun for you, okay?” He tells Remy, pertaining to the book he was working on and eliciting a stifled chuckle from Remy, who knew how secretive and private Luke was with it.
“Yeah, yeah,” Remy dismisses, also turning to go. “Don’t worry, I can’t keep my hands off this body long enough to touch your manuscripts.” He adds with a wink, before walking past Luke and teasingly blows a kiss his way. He wasn’t interested in writing anyway, he was gonna have fun.
Luke brushes this off with a laugh, before going on his way. This weekend has just started, he thought, and he already had plans to do today. He smirks to himself before pulling his hood up and leaving the other way.
10:36:15 AM
The first thing Luke did after enjoying his new body in front of a mirror for an hour and then sleeping for a couple of hours, was to hit the gym. He only felt it right to try on Remy’s body in the gym first before he headed out to enjoy his day. He was already familiar with working out of course, though he wanted to see how different it was to experience it in his friend’s body.
Luke grinned when he reached the place. It wasn’t the place where Remy used to go, instead it was the outdoor gym that Luke himself frequented before the swap. It was a great place, and he wanted to show off his new body and have it drenched with sweat under the sun. That would be hot, he thought, as he took his shirt off, opting to work out in just Remy’s black shorts.
Remy, on the other hand, was just waking up after the longest and most relaxing sleep he’s had for months. Luke’s apartment felt more like home than his own, probably because he wasn’t in his own apartment for long like Luke was here. He certainly had things to do today, sure, but he wanted to take it slow for now. And he still had to go through Luke’s closet for anything he could wear as a costume for Halloween tomorrow.
Remy still felt the lingering afterglow from last night—he felt a little embarrassed though that it was the first thing he did the moment he entered this apartment. Regardless, he got out of bed and washed his face to freshen up. He stared at his new reflection for a while, before smiling at it.
How could Luke seem younger than him despite them being the same age? He thought, then dismissed it. Must be work stress, he thought again. He marvelled at his chest, although not as sculpted as his, was just as good. He rolled his eyes when he felt himself getting stiff again, and wandered to the kitchen, hoping to eat something before he set out.
12:39:00 PM
It took most of Remy’s willpower to leave the comforts of Luke’s bedroom that afternoon, but he thought that was enough wasting of time and had to find somewhere to spend the day in. He thought about going to a bar, but it seemed awfully too early for that. He thought for a moment, before coming up empty and realizing he didn’t really do much outside of work and home, and he felt a little more envious of Luke from it.
“How about a walk in the park or the boardwalk?” He tells himself. He really hasn’t had the time to scope out the city, he thought. And this could be a good time to explore. Remy pondered for a moment, and agreed with himself. He wanted to send Luke a message, but knew the man would be too busy doing whatever he would in Remy’s old body. He shrugs it off, then sets off.
Luke, meanwhile, had left the gym some time ago with a fresh set of clothes. He headed off to the boardwalk near the beach, though he wasn’t planning on swimming. Instead, he was going to look for a hookup. Remy wouldn’t mind, he thinks to himself. He wasn’t even planning on telling him anyway. And besides, who could resist him? He thought.
And he was right about it. He hasn’t even had the app installed for half an hour and he already had a couple of guys blowing up his inbox. Luke bites his lips, and grins at his reflection on his phone before checking them out. He was going to have the best next hours of his life, he thought.
10:55:32 PM
Remy collapses on his bed that night, feeling his bones and muscles pleasantly sore from moving all day. It was different than moving around the hospital, and much closer to when he would work out at the gym for hours. He walked around town for most of the afternoon, and had time to try stuff he otherwise didn’t have time for—the arcade, the bridges, relaxing in the park with a book he just bought, heck even eating hotdogs out in the street. He even had time to take some pictures of himself and post them on his socials. Luke wouldn’t mind, he thought.
Remy yawned almost as soon as he settled in, and decided to turn in for the night. He hadn’t checked Luke’s closet again yet though, and tells himself to check later in the morning. He smiled at the thought, and nodded to himself. His last thoughts as he drifted off was that if only his life was always this easy.
Luke, on the other hand, was lying on his bed, still reeling from the afterglow of his last hookup. This was the second guy today, the first one had been this afternoon, and this was a twink he brought home from the bar. He didn’t know where Remy swung, but he didn’t care. It was his weekend, after all.
As soon as the twink left, Luke checked his phone for any message from Remy. There wasn’t any, though he was notified that his old account posted something. He grinned as soon as he opened the image, it seemed like Remy had fun too, he thought. He liked the image before setting the phone down on the dresser.
Luke yawns, still naked with just the thin sheets bunched up by his feet. He panthers on getting something to wear, but ultimately decides against it and settles into his bed nude and covered in seed. He shrugs at the sticky feeling, before drifting off and imagining his plans for tomorrow.
31st, October - 01:28:03 PM
Luke almost wanted to go to a Halloween Concert that they were holding down by the boardwalk today, if it wasn’t for one of Remy’s friends calling him early in the morning because a friend of hers had invited them to their yacht. Luke wasn’t one to waste this opportunity, and he agreed almost immediately to it.
It was someone named Vanessa, and Luke had to check on her and Remy’s interactions in his phone to know how to act around her. It was easy to pull off, and he didn’t really have much trouble convincing her that he had a little hangover. It was his turn to post on Remy’s social media then, and he smirked at the idea while they sipped liquor while sitting at some yacht.
Remy was out and about that afternoon again. The concert was still tonight, and he had some time to burn. He opted to not go in costume for the party though, but he may just throw some pants on and forget his shirt, it was his first concert party in a while and might be his last for some time so he felt like he wanted to feel hot in just his skin—or in this case, Luke’s.
Remy wondered what his friend was up to in his body, only to be notified of a new post. He could almost roll his eyes that his friend was keeping tabs on his account when he posts, like he does. He opens it, and finds himself smiling. Luke was with his friends on Michael Prescott’s yacht, and he was even able to dress up the same way Remy did. He was kind of glad for it though, since he couldn’t stand Michael.
He wanted to laugh, though. A friend of Luke’s just called him and asked him for his help. Luke was spending time with Remy’s friends, meanwhile Remy was going to spend time with one of Luke’s. His name was Garrett, if he remembered correctly. He was asking for help in fixing his shed, and Remy was very happy to oblige.
He still had time to burn before the concert though, he thought, so why not spend the time working his muscles and bones out? He hadn’t had to work at something similar for years, and it would be a nice change of pace for a bit.
11:47:58 PM
Luke might have had a few too many drinks, and he didn’t even notice it. All he knew was that Remy’s body could take way more shots than him, and he liked it. He didn’t even notice nor care about the time as they disembarked the yacht to go home. Vanessa had left him there first about a while ago, and questioned why he wanted to stay for a while longer when he ‘hated’ Michael. He didn’t even know how he responded, just that Vanessa gave him a funny look.
“Thanks for the drinks, Mike.” Luke told Michael on the dock, his words slurring slightly. “Great yacht by the way.”
Michael gave him a weird look at this, both surprised and incredulous, knowing that ‘Remy’ disliked him. “Uh, thanks. I guess?” he replied, raising an eyebrow at the mess that Luke was. “Didn’t think you’d drink that much.”
As a response, Luke lets out a chuckle and approaches Michael, their faces close together to the point that Michael had to gasp and stumble back a little, red creeping on his cheeks. “Let’s do this again next time, pretty boy.” Luke adds, patting Michael on the cheek and leaving a peck on the other. He quickly hails a taxi cab after, leaving the other man frozen in place as Luke made his way home to Remy’s apartment.
Remy, on the other hand, had gone home from the concert a little earlier than he wanted. He was wary of the time, and considering it was nearly midnight, he didn’t want to swap back with Luke while he was outside. He called Luke a couple of times too, though it seemed like he was still busy. He just hoped Luke didn’t get passed out drunk somewhere—especially not on Michael’s yacht.
Despite the worry though, he found himself crashing onto the bed and grinning to himself. That was probably the best weekend of his life, he thought. He was sad that it was going to end in a few minutes, sure, but he thought back to the coin. They could do this again some other time, he thinks, maybe for another weekend or so. The thought of going back to work the next day made him groan, but shrugged it off. He had his fill, and though he didn’t want to face the endless shifts yet, he knew he had to.
With a sigh and a lingering smile, he watched the clock slowly turn towards midnight while comfortably surrounded by the soft mattress and pillows for the last time. The moment it was only a few seconds before the hand struck twelve, he closed his eyes and took one last deep breath.
1st, November - 07:17:06 AM
Remy woke up with a pounding headache, his hands struggling to turn off the alarm blaring from his phone for nearly two minutes until he was able to shut it off. He felt sluggish, and sick to his stomach as he pulled himself out of bed begrudgingly. He felt himself almost stumble and lose his balance, suddenly feeling heavier than he was yesterday.
Yesterday, he thought, then remembered. The switch. He groans as he feels his stomach rising, then runs to the bathroom to throw up. He hadn’t been this drunk for a long time, Luke must have done a lot of damage the night before. He didn’t want to show up at work with a hangover though, but he had less than an hour to take care of it.
He paused after, to look at his reflection. He was fully nude, but the sudden shift in height and weight from the past two days made him frown, and feel a little more sick. He’s gotten used to walking around in Luke’s body, he supposes, and he was slightly feeling uncomfortable from it. He just sighs, and decides to bathe—which feels even weird as if he hadn’t done it before.
Luke woke up at that moment, with no hangover or headaches, but in an incredibly groggy mood at seeing himself back in his own place. He doesn’t even wake up at this hour, yet finds himself already feeling as if he is used to it. It was weird getting drunk just hours ago then waking up sober, he thinks. He pulls himself out of bed, hoping to make coffee.
When he was in his small kitchen though, he noticed that everything was almost neatly arranged from the jars on his cupboard and the plates he rarely used from the kitchen cabinets. He wasn’t necessarily messy, but it was weird to see them sorted out—though he did feel more satisfaction about it than he used to. He noticed how clean his space was, too, and he smiled inwardly.
“Thanks for cleaning the house.” Luke texts Remy to tease as he sipped on his coffee and thought about jogging and starting on his manuscript early.
“Thanks for the hangover.” Remy replies, downing a small cup of prairie oyster mixture, then opens his medicine cabinet to get his bottle of aspirin. He didn’t feel as sick anymore, though the hangover was still slightly lingering and the headache subsided only a little. “Had fun, thanks for the weekend!” he adds, before he leaves for work.
05:29:03 PM
Remy couldn’t believe how ‘fucking weird’ his day has been going. He was partially thankful at being drunk and having a hangover for most of the morning that he could pass off his behavior from yesterday as being influenced by alcohol. Apparently, Luke ‘teased’ Michael the night before, and now he couldn’t look at the man the same whenever they pass by each other in the ward—surprisingly, the man couldn’t either, and he didn’t bother Remy at all today.
“The fuck were you thinking? I thought you hated him?” Vanessa teased, mentioning that she had already left at that point but somehow knew about it. Remy kept denying, but it was for sure Luke’s own doing from the alcohol. He did confirm it from Luke too, and tried to not think about it much.
That wasn’t the weirdest thing at all, though. He kept tripping over his own feet, and bumping his head on things he wasn't used to. He didn’t feel like it was still from the alcohol, it was just that there was something wrong—his legs felt longer, his movements slower, and he couldn’t focus working much as he started to have vivid imaginations.
Luke, on the other hand, groaned and rested his head back on his desk chair in frustration. He hasn’t made any dent on his manuscript today, and he’s already on his fifth cup of coffee when he usually only needed one to last the day. The words just seemed so…weird today, he thought, like he was in another writer’s block except this time he didn’t really have a clue what he would do next—though he did find himself procrastinating by reading on medical journals the afternoon, something he didn’t necessarily need for his work but felt drawn to.
He goes to his kitchen to grab something to eat, but pauses as he opens his cupboard, hand raised. This is weird, he thought, his fingers barely brushing the box of granola bars sitting there. He felt shorter, and almost distinctly remembered being tall enough to reach it. He dismisses the thought though, as he tiptoes and reaches it.
He checks his time again, and feels the urge to keep moving around. He relents, thinking he may as well try to clear his head with a run or by cleaning his place. This is a weird day, he thought to himself as he shut his computer off.
6th, November - 09:24:40 PM
“This weeks been a huge mess.” Remy says on the phone to Luke, flipping the quarter in his hand but keeping in mind to not make a wish. The coin had something to do with this somehow, he thought. “I don’t feel like myself…at all.” he admits as he was lying on his bed.
Vanessa caught on to it too—from his avoidance of coffee, almost being late to his shift in the past days, the prolonged zoning out, heck, even his sudden interest in fiction was like a huge glaring neon sign that said SOMETHING’S WRONG. He couldn’t even focus on the medical conference yesterday which was something he’s been looking forward to for weeks.
“Oh yeah,” Luke agreed on the other line, head laid on his desk with papers scattered around him. “Yeah, fuck. I haven’t made any progress on this draft either. This isn’t another block.” he adds, then groans as he leans back on his chair.
His agent had been calling him all day to remind him of the draft that was due on Monday, but he hadn’t made any considerable progress that he didn’t immediately erase. He’s also noticed how quick he had gone through his coffee that usually lasted him for weeks. What was even worse was that he seemingly couldn’t both sleep early and wake up late—he has been staying up until three or four in the morning then waking up at seven AM for the past five days.
“You think the coin had anything to do with it?” He asks Remy, already washing his mug. This was another change Luke observed, he felt the impulse to wash it right after using instead of leaving it there as usual. “Like a side effect or something?”
“I don’t know,” Remy replies, already feeling drowsy. “I think I’m off tomorrow, would you let me take a look at your manuscript? I’ve been having…ideas, lately. I can help.” he says, putting the coin aside on his dresser.
“You know what?” Luke replies, already back on his desk. “Yeah I think I’d need all the help I can get.” He relents, it hadn’t been something he’s done before, but felt compelled to do so. Besides, he couldn’t get it done anyway, maybe Remy could do it for him.
“Thanks, Remy.” Luke hears Remy whisper on the other side, eliciting a raised eyebrow. He seemed like he was already drifting to sleep, Luke thought, and almost chuckled to himself.
After about a moment of silence, he ends the call and sighs before turning to his work. If only he could sleep now, too, he thought.
8th, November - 12:00:00 NN
Luke couldn’t believe it—Remy finished his draft for him yesterday night and somehow everything worked out brilliantly, even resolving something he hadn’t seen in the earlier draft. Even his agent who gave it a quick skim was impressed, and he made it a point to thank Remy now while he was still on lunch break.
He didn’t feel as satisfied as he used to though, but he shrugged it off as he made his way to the university hospital where Remy was. It was his first time there, though he felt a sense of familiarity with the place. He had called Remy a while ago, who agreed to meet for a few minutes for the good news. He found the man waiting for him outside the entrance, and both briefly embraced each other as greetings.
They hadn’t seen each other in person since the last swap, though Luke felt a little weirded out that he was staring at the face he saw as his own reflection a week prior. Remy felt the same, but he dismissed it as he led Luke to a bench nearby.
“I just wanna say,” Luke starts as soon as they sat down. “I loved how you pulled that ending off. Even Dean liked it.” he adds, mentioning his agent. Remy laughs awkwardly at this, scratching the back of his head the same way Luke did when he gets shy. Curious, Luke thinks.
“Yeah well, it just came to me.” Remy admits, chuckling to himself. “So tell me, how did it go?”
Before Luke could even respond, someone approached them, a college sophomore or a junior from the looks of it, with a clipboard and pen in hand. She walked up to the two of them, and Luke knew before she even started speaking that she was going to ask them to sign a petition or something.
“Hello, gentlemen,” she tells them, already thrusting her clipboard forward. “Can I take a few moments of your time and ask for a signature? I’m doing a survey.” she adds, to which both Luke and Remy reluctantly nodded their heads while she begins to say something about renewable energy.
When she was finished, she asked both of them some questions before handing them both pens so they could sign on them. Remy offered to sign first, and Luke let him. He scanned the other names and signatures on the list while his friend signed on it first.
That was when Remy caught himself. He was halfway through putting his signature on the paper, when he realized something. On the name line was Luke Green, and his signature looked nothing like his. He blinks, before furrowing his eyebrows. It was Luke’s name.
Luke, meanwhile, caught on with it, mouth ajar as he raised an eyebrow at his friend. Remy finishes the signature, and it was exactly the same as Luke’s own. He even got Luke’s handwriting the same on the dot.
The student just looked on, and thanked the both of them after they signed—as if nothing had happened.
“We really need to discuss this,” Remy breaks, to which Luke forcefully nods. “This is getting a little out of hand.”
10:28:09 PM
Luke proposed they use the coin again earlier, but Remy was quick to disagree, not knowing what else could happen the next time they used it. Earlier before they parted ways, Luke had called Vanessa ‘Vanny’, which was something only Remy himself would call her. Remy on the other hand noticed he could barely keep up with his work. It was too weird, and he immediately put in a three-day sick leave to fix everything starting tomorrow.
“Okay if you don’t want to,” Luke said earlier, thinking of a different solution. “Since you’re taking three days off—how about we spend them in each other’s place?” he suggests, earning him a curious glance from Remy.
“I told you, we can’t switch—”
“No, no,” Luke reassured him. “I mean, you stay at my place and I stay at yours. Act like we’re still switched, maybe we’ll get tired of it or something. I don’t know.” he told Remy.
It sounded like a weird idea, stupid even, to Remy. But he did have a point—maybe it was just the lingering feeling of being in each other’s life, he thought. They agreed to do it almost immediately though and met up right after Remy’s shift; and now he was staying at Luke’s apartment while the other man stayed at his.
He felt the sheets and mattress on Luke’s bed surround him with a calming familiarity, something he hadn’t felt in his own bed the past days. Even the smell of the fabric felt like something he’d been accustomed to for years. Remy grins, Luke did have a good idea after all.
Sitting up suddenly, an idea crosses his mind. Remy quickly rifles through Luke’s closet, picking out a few clothes here and there. He felt himself stiffen down the groin, but he ignored it for now as he put on some of Luke’s shirts and boxers. It was an exhilarating feeling—the clothes were a little tight but very familiar, and he relished the feeling of it. It was his, he was Luke this way and he liked the feeling.
“Ah, shit.” he mutters as he looks at himself in the mirror. “Guess I gotta handle it.”
Meanwhile, Luke himself was already having fun back at Remy’s apartment. The first thing he did as soon as he reached his place, was to make himself a cup of coffee and strip, putting on Remy’s used scrubs and taking in the smell of sweat. His next immediate thought was to do his business on the bed, until Vanessa started messaging him. He and Remy switched phones as well, to further simulate the swap.
She was talking to him about a patient she had to deal with today, and Luke found himself knowing what to say at every response she sent, even when the conversation steered towards Michael. Luke felt the same embarrassment Remy had when he thought about the last thing he did after the party. Remy even told him that Michael had been pleasant to him since.
Surprisingly, Vanessa didn’t notice anything amiss at all. It came to Luke naturally, like he had been talking to her for as long as Remy had been, even when their conversation took hours. Though after their conversation, he settled down to take on the warmth in his groin. He was Remy now, even if the scrubs were a little loose.
It was going to be a great long three days, they bought thought that night.
11th, November - 11:53:03 PM
“Your plan was shit.” Remy tells Luke who sat across from him in front of a cafe. At this, he receives a laugh, watching his friend scratch the back of his head. “I liked it though.”
Luke smiles at this, rubbing his neck. “Yeah, I know—and I did too.” He admits sheepishly. “So, what did you think about it?” he adds, staring up at Remy. The other man returns the smile, shoving one hand into his jacket pocket, fishing for something.
“I thought you might agree.” He tells Luke, tilting his head as if waiting for approval. In front of them, he sets the coin down between their half-empty cups of coffee. Luke’s eyes immediately light up at this. “It was your idea, anyway. I guess the plan only made me feel like I’m you more than make me change my mind. It only feels right.”
“Me too. It’s what feels right too.” Luke echoes Remy’s words, putting his finger over the coin and tracing the human skull embossed on the side. “How long this time, though?” he adds, picking the coin up and examining it. He had it in him the whole time while he was in Remy’s body but never thought to use it.
“Well,” Remy smirks, then winks at Luke. “Your call. Doesn’t really have to have a time limit when we’re, y’know, correcting it.”
Luke chuckles at the follow up, taking the coin from his palm and placing it between his fingers the same way Remy did the last time. He looked at his friend, eyes seeking approval again and confirming it. Remy just shrugs, then gives him a nod as he leans back to make space in the center of the table. Luke stretches his hand forward after, shrugging to himself.
“Heads, we switch bodies…” He announces, a little after taking a deep breath. “...permanently.”
12th, November
As soon as the flip came up heads, both Remy and Luke found themselves in each other's bodies, and in that moment, felt themselves ‘corrected’. This time, it included their memories. They were still aware of the switch, though they lived their new lives out like it didn’t happen at all—although with a few changes.
Luke, who was now fully Remy, woke up in the best mood he’s had for a long time, despite knowing that he had a ten-hour shift at the hospital. He didn’t mind it, he thought, it’s all he’s ever known. There was a little change though—the old Remy slept with pyjamas on, but this new him slept without a shirt on, flaunting his form even more than he used to. He grins at himself the moment he stares at himself in the mirror beside his bed, and thinks: “This is me now.”
Remy, who called himself Luke now, woke up late as he felt he always had. He felt rejuvenated from his rest, ready to put himself onto his work and conquer new worlds. Remy immediately smirked at himself at his reflection by the corner, just in his sweatpants. He lets himself flex and stare at himself for a while, already thinking up of ways to spend the day besides writing.
This story is a collaboration with writing extraordinaire (and one of my best friends) @mrcavanaughtf, so please head over to his blog and read his story that is focused on the alternate perspective of the body swap! This story has been planned for months, so I was quite happy to finally devote the time to write it with Henry (and finish it right in time for the release of Candyman). Here’s to more collaborations in the future!
Despite being an aspiring actor since 2012, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II’s career had only recently bloomed into a full-time career. While most careers have a slow rise to being a household name, Yahya’s career was more of a meteoric rise to the top. It first started in 2018 when he was cast as Black Manta in the live-action Aquaman film, but after that one major gig, more and more opportunities were popping up for the man.
Soon after this role, the 35-year-old rising star attempted to diversify his acting portfolio with some roles in horror films like Us, science fiction shows like Black Mirror, and then even going into more dramatic roles such as The Trial of the Chicago 7, which ultimately got him award recognition. With the range of his work reaching more and more individuals with each role, it shouldn’t have been a shock that Yahya suddenly became both a respected actor and a sudden heartthrob upon playing Dr. Manhattan in the limited series adaptation of Watchmen. From the moment he took the artistic leap and did full-frontal nudity for the character, everyone suddenly found the name Yahya popping up in their watercooler chats and trending on social media accounts. This conversation only continued longer as award season came and went, giving Yahya an Emmy for the role.
While Yahya was certainly excited to see his acting becoming a valid career shift from his former life as an architect, he couldn’t help but wish for a break from his high-profile status. Of course, he was eternally grateful to be living a lavish lifestyle in Hollywood, but he kind of missed the good old days of being able to walk down the street without being hounded by paparazzi and adoring fans desperate for autographs.
Even though he so desperately wanted those desires to be a reality, he knew it wasn’t going to be possible anytime soon since he was returning for the Aquaman sequel while also joining iconic franchises such as The Matrix and the new reboot of Candyman. While most of those projects weren’t coming for the next couple years, the release of the new Candyman film was nearing its red carpet premiere. Given the amount of press he was required to do as the film’s leading man along with the fear of the critics reviewing his performance, it was safe to say that Yahya had truly wished that he would be able to escape from the media circus that he found himself trapped in.
Seeking refuge in his impressive house in the hills of California, Yahya desperately tried to find things to keep his mind off of the nerve-wracking week coming up. Although his schedule seemed as though it was constantly booked, Yahya knew that there was something he could do to both destress and prepare for his next role. Checking his calendar, he realized that production on the newest Aquaman film was coming up, so he decided it would be a good idea to get back into intense workouts to help build some muscles before cameras started rolling.
After having the ability to have such high-profile gigs, Yahya had accumulated an impressive amount of wealth that had allowed him to get a house that not only had a home gym, but also a personal chef too. As his sweat-soaked body moved back into his kitchen, he was able to order an impressive dinner that was immediately ready upon finishing up a shower. Checking himself out in the mirror, he was very impressed with the physique he saw before him. Not one to have a big ego, Yahya had to give props to his personal chef and his part-time trainer that helped him maintain this physique, but he still felt mostly responsible for what he was looking at. His anxiety about being on the big screen had left him constantly focusing on improving his appearance by doing intense workouts to build up his physique. These workouts proved to be beneficial to the actor, as he was able to curb his anxiety and find contentment as he noticed himself filling out his clothing just a little bit better with each role.
By the time it hit 9 PM, Yahya was completely exhausted from his workouts. Add in the fullness he felt from his requested meal, it didn’t take much until the buff actor had quickly fallen into a deep slumber. In fact, it was such a deep slumber that the hunk was completely unaware as the fates worked to make his wish of a more lowkey life a reality. Luckily for Yahya, there was a man in Chicago that was aspiring to have a life similar to the one that he was so willingly offering up!
As the singsong of morning birds bring Yahya back into consciousness, the man begins to do his usual morning routine of rubbing his eyes and stretching his limbs. However, instead of feeling clean and ready for the day, Yahya quickly discovered that his body was feeling quite sluggish and his temple throbbed from an intense migraine. “Ughhhh…” the man moaned, grasping onto his head and closing his eyes while trying to figure out what had happened to him the night prior. Was his workout the night prior so intense and overexerting that his entire body was left sore and heavy with a terrible migraine? But after rubbing his eyes and sitting up in his bed, the man is shocked by what he sees. Somehow, his bedroom looked entirely different than how it usually did, still quite spacious but now entirely decorated differently. “Wha-?” the man groans, attempting to clear his throat as he hears a lighter and higher pitched vocal coming from his mouth.
With his eyes darting downward towards his hands as they pull away the sheets and find an explanation for this mixup, the man cries out in shock as his darker skin has been completely desaturated until it’s now a lighter white shade. “The FUCK?!?!” Yahya cried out, his new body quickly jumping to its feet and out of the bed. Staring at his new complexion, he sees that his body still retains his impressive musculature. Somehow, it seems that he had changed races overnight and been put into someone else’s apartment!
Desperate for answers, the man quickly rushes through the foreign apartment in search of a bathroom. Upon finding one, he slammed the door shut and flicked on the light to see what was going on. However, as the light showcased the new reflection he possessed, it was clear to Yahya that this wasn’t just some sort of race change. His entire body had been changed, with his facial features shifted and his black hair being switched into a simple dark brown hairstyle. “How is this possible?” Yahya said with a shocked exhale, his hands naturally moving around to explore his new body.
As he continued to feel around in utter disbelief, his facial expressions soon shifted into a look of anger. He was proud of the fact that he was a successful voice for the African American community as a prominent rising black actor in Hollywood, so to see it just randomly washed away and turned him into the walking stereotype of most models-turned-actors was completely infuriating. Standing in the bathroom while intensely staring into the mirror, he tried to figure out how this happened. He thought back to his inner thoughts from the previous day and the way that he had wished to take a break from the life of a successful actor. But there’s no way that could be true, body swaps weren’t a real thing, it was just some sort of plot device to create hilarious screwball comedy films!
But as he continued to stare at the new reflection he saw in the mirror, it seemed like it was the only logical explanation (as much as he couldn’t believe it). Now curious about who exactly he had become, the newly race-swapped man rushed out of the bathroom and began to search around the apartment. To his surprise, the guy who he had swapped with had fairly similar taste to him. With the modern approach to decorating and style of art pieces that extended all the way from the bedroom to the living room and kitchen, it was clear that this was a guy who also had a fairly lucrative career and a well-maintained bank account.
Upon returning to the bedroom and rummaging through the drawers of the man’s bedside tables, Yahya was finally able to grab onto a wallet and desperately flip through all of the cards until he stumbled upon the man’s ID. It seemed upon inspecting the card that Yahya had now found himself in the body of Sam Cushing, a 29 year old man with blue eyes that stands around 5’8”. Given that the ID also stated that the man lives in Chicago, Yahya couldn’t help but loudly curse as he read the information and realized that he couldn’t just go and find his real body with ease. “Are you shitting me!” he loudly exclaimed, throwing the wallet across the room as the anger continued to swell up within him.
Desperate for more information about who he was now, Yahya grabbed the laptop that was charging on the man’s dresser and sat himself down on the edge of the bed. Luckily for Yahya, the laptop didn’t require any password, so he was able to enter the laptop with ease and immediately notice that the Instagram homepage was the tab left open on the man’s browser. Scrolling through the feed, all that Yahya could see was a sea of buff men showcasing their muscles and either promoting their OnlyFans or some sort of personal training program.
Curious to learn more about the man itself rather than who he follows, Yahya clicked on Sam’s profile and watched as a sea of photos appeared. Clicking through them, he noticed that much like those other guys that Sam followed, he himself followed the same formula. There were shirtless photos that were a clear promotional tactic for some sort of endorsement he received along with gym selfies and videos that showcased several workouts that he suggested to his followers. Speaking of followers, as he checked the man’s statistics, he couldn’t help but be impressed. Somehow, the man had more followers than the actor himself, as he was around 640k while Yahyah’s IG account was nearly at 250k. Of course, as he continued to scroll through Sam’s content, Yahya recognized that a lot of the follower account surely must have been from the horny men and women that were drawn to the man’s near-constant thirst traps.
Remembering the fact that he had an Instagram account open for DMs, Yahya wasted no time going to his old account and typing out a message saying that he’s the real Yahya trapped in Sam’s body and that they needed to find a way to fix this as soon as possible. Clicking send, he breathed a sigh of relief as he prayed that the influencer-turned-actor would be as equally shocked and desperate to return to their old bodies.
Returning back to Sam’s account and beginning a deeper dive into the man’s older posts, Yahya’s look of intrigue turns into a look of disgust as he comes across one post. Looking at it, he couldn’t believe it: he was in the body of a gay man! Back in his old body, he had no problem being around members of the LGBT+ community, but the thought of now being part of it himself was not of interest for him. Due to his upbringing, Yahya’s mind was influenced to the point where he didn’t agree with the “lifestyle”. However, for the sake of not rocking the boat or somehow getting cancelled, he vowed to keep his comments to himself as his career continued to skyrocket. But now that he was facing the reality that he would be in the body of a gay man for the foreseeable future, all of those repressed statements of hate and vitrol were bubbling up to the surface to essentially turn the new Sam into a stereotypical self-loathing gay.
“There’s no fucking way that I’m going to fuck around with a man!” Yahya angrily growled, which lacked any sort of intensity or grit due to the lighter and higher voice he now possessed. With his mind determined to keep him on the straight and narrow path of heterosexuality, he brushed past the post and attempted to learn more about the other aspects of Sam’s life.
Ironically, just as Yahya finished his rant about the sexuality of his new body, a direct message dinged on the app from someone that Sam was seemingly following. With a dangerous curiosity, the man clicked on the push notification and was brought to the message. In a scream of absolute terror, Yahya immediately loosened the grip and allowed the phone to tumble onto the floor as he caught sight of a nude from the mystery message man. His eyes were wide and his face soured into a look of disappointment as he couldn’t help erase the image of the man’s curvy and perky ass and that thick long co-. Stopping himself before he could even finish that thought, it didn’t matter in the slightest as the image remained seared into his brain. In response, there was an immediate tightening in the crotch of his shorts that truly solidified the fact that he was now gay while in this body.
“Fuck… no, this can’t be happening…” Yahya cried out as his dick reached total hardness and slightly curved upward against the baggy pair of shorts. Peering below the waistband of the shorts, Yahya stared at the white cock he now possessed and compared it to his former genitalia. Staring back at him was a below-average dick, especially in comparison to the long and girthy one that Yahya had spent most of his adult life with. Finding some slight hilarity in the situation, he attempted to gawk at his new equipment in hopes that it would allow himself to forget about the nude he received. Wanting a closer look, Yahya undid the knot and watched as the shorts dropped onto the ground and revealed Sam’s body in its full-frontal glory.
Moving his right hand to his genitalia, Yahya wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to slowly move his hand up and down. To his surprise, his dick is incredibly sensitive, beginning to severely throb with each passing movement of his hand. Tilting his head back, the amount of pleasure he felt was immeasurable and demanded release as soon as possible. Closing his eyes, he used his mind to help visualize a scene that he had always imagined during his steamy sex dreams. In a candle-lit bedroom, he pulled a beautiful curvy woman onto the bed and began to run his hands along every feminine section of her body. While visualizing the woman, he licked his lips and allowed the dream to progress further. Returning his mind to the scene, the woman was now undressed and completely nude on the designer sheets of his real bedroom. With incredibly eagerness as the woman calls the name Yahya, he sees himself pushing into the woman’s vagina and moaning as it perfectly fits his girthy cock.
“Oh fuck…” Yahya said out loud as the dream progressed further into passionate love-making as his thrusts grew deeper and his mouth only uttered guttural grunts. But as he continued to stroke himself off, the once-throbbing member was just perpetually stuck at a complete firmness due to the repetitive nature of his strokes. While his dick was clearly eager to ejaculate, it was unwilling to finish the task due to this body’s disinterest in women. Back in his mind, he tilts his head back and hears as the woman’s groans begin to grow huskier and huskier with each forceful thrust. In confusion, he opens his eyes and looks down, gasping as the gorgeous woman had been replaced with a buff muscular man. “What the fuck…” both dream and reality Yahya stated, absolutely in shock at how his dreams had so extremely shifted.
Despite the confusion, his grip on his dick remained iron-clad as he visualized the man getting up off the bed and commanding him to sit on the bed. While the buff muscular black man that he once was would never allow this to happen, the dream-version of himself relented and assumed the position as the man appeared behind him. As the man began to push into dream-Yahya’s muscular ass, his attention returned to reality as his dick immediately began to reach climax and shoot out a thick stream of cum out and onto the wooden floors in the living room. “Holy shit!” he moaned, his firm stance against homosexuality not mattering anymore as he felt such intense waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
Just as sudden as it occurred for the man, he quickly finished his strokes and attempted to catch his breath while staring at the mess he made. Immediately seeing the aftermath of his actions, Yahya grew disgusted and eager to clean away the evidence of his disgusting new temptation. After grabbing some paper towels and cleaning himself off and wiping the floor, Yahya quickly rushed into the shower and began to clean himself up from the odorous mix of sweat and cum that coated his now-paler skin.
Upon drying himself off and throwing on a simple black t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts, Yahya tried his best to ignore his jerk-off session by exploring the new apartment he found himself in. Given that the initial shock of the body swap had worn off, Yahya was eager to explore while not being in an extreme rush this time. To his surprise, he was incredibly impressed by what he saw. However, after staring at one too many interpretive art pieces, the after-effects of this body’s hangover grew worse as they absolutely ravaged Yahya and had him eager for some relief.
Following a successful brew of coffee and the downing of some Tylenol, Yahya took the moment to enjoy the gorgeous view that overlooked the kitchen. He had never been to Chicago before, so to see the gorgeous skyline with the early morning sun cresting over the tallest buildings was truly special for the man. Watching as birds soared by and the busy life of the city’s inhabitants occurred several stories below him, he felt strangely relaxed and at peace.
Quickly chugging a few cups of coffee while continuing to admire the view, the newly calmed man made his way into the living room after heading into the bedroom and bringing out Sam’s laptop. Falling into the deep-cushioned couch, Yahya began to spend the time scrolling through more of Sam’s social media accounts to learn more about the body he now found himself in. Before exiting Instagram though, he snuck a glance at his DMs and frowned upon not seeing a response yet to his message towards his former Instagram account.
Returning to the homepage, he was instantly greeted to more images and videos of accounts Sam followed. While it was clear that Sam had a type for either twinky men or extremely buff and intimidating guys, there was surprisingly a large amount of diversity into the guys that he followed. Much to Yahya’s dismay, there was no diversity in terms of the hardness of Sam’s cock though, as it remained completely rock hard and throbbing once again at just the sight of a few men. “Jesus, this dude’s a horny motherfucker…” Yahya groaned, quickly exiting the site and moving towards YouTube.
When the webpage shifted into the homepage of YouTube, it wasn’t surprising anymore to Yahya as he caught sight of all the recommended videos on his account: all of them involving either men working out or LGBT-related content. Ignoring that to prevent further shame for these new desires he’s gaining, he pulled up Sam’s profile and saw that he was a fairly popular guy. The fitness influencer had over 180,000 followers and his videos all got a good amount of views. As Yahya began to watch them all, he spent the next several hours eager to learn more about the new body and life he now had. The man clearly had a nice, charming, and approachable quality based on his high follower count, but Yahya himself was impressed to see that these personality traits also were clearly showcased as Sam discussed things about himself like his dreams, fears, and goals in life.
By the time Yahya had finished scrolling through all of that content, the morning sun had been shifted into a fading sunset. As he shut the laptop screen and got up from the couch, Yahya felt surprisingly calm still. With the hangover and migraines fading away and him finally being able to learn more about who he is now, Yahya felt rather content as he focused hard on remaining calm until he got a response from his old body.
Unfortunately though, as more and more time passed by without an answer, the man soon became irritable and anxious as that cheerful façade was quickly crumbling. Plus, with the slight cabin fever of being trapped in an apartment he’s not used to yet, it’s no surprise Yahya grew eager to escape. Scrolling through Sam’s Instagram posts, he found a photo of him hanging out with some friends at a bar, which was geo-tagged to give him a location. Thinking that some alcohol was necessary for this shocking swap while also hoping it could calm him down, Yahya quickly called a taxi. Waiting for it to arrive, Yahya put on a dark blue t-shirt and attempted to style his hair. Getting an alert from his phone that the car had arrived, Yahya locked up the apartment and departed.
Walking into the bar, Yahya looked around and rolled his eyes at the place he had traveled to. Apparently he didn’t look too deeply into the photo, as he was annoyed (yet not surprised) to find that the bar that Sam apparently frequented was a popular gay bar. With the blaring soundtrack of pop music ringing through his ears, Yahya made his way towards the bar and ordered a drink. It wasn’t a surprise when the bartender’s face contorted into a look of shock as Yahya gave his usual order of a name-brand beer. This place clearly didn’t seem to be a prime spot for beer-drinkers, but to his surprise and relief, the bartender quickly returned with a cold brew in hand. Taking a sip of it, he couldn’t help but feel that it tasted slightly off than how he originally remembered. With each additional sip, Yahya grimaced as he found himself hating the drink even more. Realizing that this body clearly didn’t enjoy beer like Yahya’s body did, the man shockingly gave up on that dream and allowed Sam’s body to help him pick a better drink. He didn’t enjoy the concept of drinking cocktails or wine, but he needed to be drunk immediately, so there were few alternatives available for the man. Looking back at the drink menu, he waved the bartender over and ordered a fruity cocktail that had piqued his new body’s interest.
While waiting for it to arrive, Yahya’s attention moved beyond the bar and towards the building’s adjoined dancefloor that was packed to the brim. While staring at the men who were laughing and singing along to the music playing, Yahya felt a strange excitement building within him. These guys were seeming to have a lot of fun, so if they were living such a terrible lifestyle, it just didn’t make sense for them to seem so joyful. Continuing to watch the men dance around and press their asses into crotches, Yahya immediately began to find himself growing hard as he instinctively tapped his foot against the barstool in time with the music.
Just as the bartender returned with his cocktail order, Yahya watched as a man approached him. While not as buff as his old body or even his new one, the actor-turned-influencer stared and noted the attractive man walking up to the empty barstool next to him. With each step closer, Yahya couldn’t help but admire the man’s impressive face that seemed befitting of a model. His facial hair was impressively trimmed, fully displayed by the shifting colors extending beyond the dancefloor. Taking a sip of the drink as the man was within arm’s reach, Yahya smiled as he tasted the rich fruity flavor that was much easier on his new palate.
As he moved his body away from the dancefloor and continued to stare at the man, their eyes met and the other man smiled at him. This action lingered for a few seconds before the man got the attention of the bartender and gave an order identical to the one Yahya was currently drinking. Nervous about his newfound attraction and still slightly uncomfortable, Yahya initiated a conversation by awkwardly saying “I got the same thing, it’s a great drink!”, which caused himself to internally cringe at his lack of game. In his old body, Yahya was able to charm the panties off of any woman he wanted, but now that the attraction was devoted to men, he was just completely flustered.
Luckily, the man didn’t reject Yahya’s advances, instead responding to him and asking his own questions. As the conversation continued further, the chat only grew more intimate with each passing sentence. Given the booming music drowning out their voices, the two men had to get closer to each other to the point where they were essentially talking directly into each other’s ears. With the man, who introduced himself as Trevor, so close to him, Yahya smelled the alluring scent of Trevor’s cologne and the modest boner in his pants was at full mast and helping push him further into his lust for the man.
After sharing a few drinks and continuing to learn about Trevor and his career as an aspiring businessman, the two began to get looser with each other to the point where Yahya actually asked the man if he wanted to go out and dance. To his surprise, Trevor agreed and grabbed onto Yahya’s hand as he pulled them from the bar and into the sweaty sea of men. While initially slightly awkward with his movements, Trevor’s encouragement pushed Yahya to the point of fully letting loose and dancing as best he could given the limited space. With his inhibitions falling away due to being comfortably drunk, it only took a few more songs until Yahya was rubbing his ass against Trevor’s tight and throbbing crotch and feeling incredibly turned on.
While Yahya continued to drink and let loose, his intentions were growing increasingly obvious with each drink order. Out of nowhere, the new Sam suddenly asked Trevor if he wanted to come home with him. When the man agreed and smiled, they grabbed hands and made their way out of the bar after ordering another taxi back to his place. Before they could even cross the threshold of his front door though, the two men were passionately making out and pulling at each other’s clothes. Sam’s fitness strength allowed Yahya to easily get Trevor loose from his business attire while Trevor was somehow able to peel Yahya out of the sweat-soaked clothes that were practically glued to his muscular physique.
Their makeout session soon pushed further into the apartment until ultimately leading into Sam’s bedroom. With both of them falling into the bed and continuing to invade the other’s mouth with their tongues, Yahya was fully embracing his new sexuality and wanting to push it to the absolute max. So, by the time they were both nude and trying to decide the roles for sex, Yahya was surprisingly intrigued and turned on by the concept of bottoming for the hunky man. So, as Trevor went into Sam’s bathroom to go grab a condom, Yahya’s body was buzzing with intrigue and incredible lust. Upon returtning and beginning to push into Yahya’s perky new ass, the once-exclusive dominant heterosexual man allowed his identity to become overwritten with his new hungry bottom nature. Hearing both of the men grunting as Trevor continued to thrust into him, Yahya’s dick was rock hard and eager for Trevor to get him off once he finished shooting his load into him. “Maybe this won’t be so bad...” Yahya thought to himself as he laid in bed with the equally worn-out Trevor before quickly falling asleep.
* * * * *
In the week since the swap, Yahya’s attempts to reach out to his former body and figure out the solutions to their crazy swap were proven to be futile. To Yahya’s annoyance, the real Sam stated that he had no idea how the swap occurred either. That was almost the entirety of the new Yahya’s messages about the body swap. From that point on, Sam was almost exclusively complaining about the looming fear of paparazzi following him everywhere. While he hadn’t expected the two of them to become best friends or anything, Yahya did wish to form some sort of connection with his body swap partner. Growing increasingly worried about losing his body and getting blocked, Yahya kept quiet though and forced himself to hear long detailed stories from Sam about how he was doing in the body of the actor. Upon hearing the risky and crazy behaviors that Sam was displaying, Yahya was absolutely stunned that none of it had gone rival.
As a result of these worrisome stories, Yahya tried to give advice on how to handle paparazzi, such as suggesting side entrances along with other celebrity tricks to avoid being caught in camera flashes. Sam stated that he would try to implement those tricks, but his attempts seemed to be constantly foiled. Yahya soon found himself constantly furious over the next couple days as he watched his former body beginning to constantly trend on Twitter or be talked about in those gossip magazines that Yahya would see on the corner shops near his apartment building. Based on the continued daily rants Sam had in relation to the amount of press he had to do for the new Candyman film, it was clear that Sam was hating the new life he had been given randomly and the trials and tribulations that were associated with the film industry. He hated to say it, but Yahya was honestly getting annoyed with the man’s constant ranting about his life. To be brutally honest, it made Yahya actually somewhat relieved to have been able to escape that lifestyle.
Because of this, Yahya felt kind of guilty for just how much he had enjoyed these past couple days. He still wasn’t sure how exactly the swap happened, but after a week of being Sam, the man had to admit that he was relieved that it did happen. Sure, it took Yahya a day or two to adjust to his new life, but by the time the third day as Sam rolled around, Yahya was adapting with ease. In fact, the man was embracing the profession of an influencer to the point where he had been able to sign multiple endorsement deals that Sam had just tossed aside for some reason. With a significant paycheck being given to him for each endorsement, Yahya was relieved to find himself raking in cash in a career that he was quite literally thrown into.
Along with these sponsorship deals, the past week of Instagram posts from Sam’s account showcased a newfound focus on Sam’s close-knit friend group. Given he was looking for some sort of connection to help ground him into this new life, it made sense for Yahya to reach out to Sam’s friends and attempt to learn more about them and also his new self as well. In the past couple days, they had had a ball going out to that local bar and taking photos with their fruity cocktails while promoting the gay lifestyle that Yahya had so easily adapted to since that first night at the bar.
Speaking of that first night at the bar, Yahya’s drunken romance with Trevor did not end upon sobering up the next morning. In fact, it was growing more and more into a full-blown relationship as they’ve gone out on several dates and had a lot of fun in the bedroom afterwards. There was a healthy trust between them as they tried to push the other to try new things, as Trevor tried to get Yahya into intriguing abstract documentaries while Yahya was able to get Trevor to become his workout buddy. Even though Trevor wasn’t the biggest jock of all, Yahya was happy to see that Trevor was actually beginning to enjoy those sweaty exercises he did with his possible boyfriend. Plus, the concept of hot steamy shower sex in the empty locker room was enough to get Trevor to persevere through the intense routines that Yahya had been creating and sharing with his followers.
As the eighth day of being Sam began, Yahya was shocked to realize that he was fully willing to let go of his past life and embrace the new identity he had been given. This life was a joy to wake up to every morning, so why would he want to give it up and go back to something worse? Things were finally looking up for the new Sam Cushing after years of trying to make his career happen. Life was good, but he knew it was going to become better in time!
While staying up all day perfecting his new fitness routine and preparing to record a new YouTube video, Sam’s phone went off as he got a Google alert about his old name. Pulling it up, he was in awe as he read the article about the Candyman premiere being a complete disaster as the leading man fled the city and was unable to be found. Biting his lip, Sam began to ponder the concept of reaching out to Yahya to see how he was dealing. Thinking it over though, he realized that there was no way that he could help him. Now, he was just a fitness influencer in Chicago, so it wasn’t like he could rush over and help out his former body. His previous advice only fell on deaf ears, so what’s the point of wasting the time and energy on somebody that doesn’t listen? They were both grown-ups, so if Yahya could deal with and accept his new life as Sam, then the new Yahya could do the same thing!
Closing his phone, Sam grabbed onto his camera and began to make his way into the office that had been converted into a home gym. Connecting the camera onto the tripod, he began to check all of the camera settings to verify that it was ready to film his fast-paced routine. Upon verifying, Sam began a timer and quickly moved into position. After verifying that he was in frame, he flashed a wide smile as the camera counted down. 3… 2… 1…
“Hey guys, it’s Sam here with a new video! Today, we’re going to work solely on some intense exercises to build up some arm muscle...”
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Jason always wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship with his older brother Mike. Mike was a hot straight business man while Jason was a hot but closeted 34 year old. He’d never even told Mike that he was gay, and he could certainly never tell him about his forbidden brotherly attraction for him.
One night Jason found himself looking at the stars in the beautiful night sky above his apartment. Upon seeing a shooting star he wished that he could be with his one true love.
Suddenly, Jason was no longer sitting on his front porch stoop looking at the sky. Instead he found himself standing in a familiar bathroom.. it was his brother Mike’s bathroom of his house.
Panic set in. Was he losing time? Perhaps his mind? How did he get here? Was it even the same night? Jason had so many questions. Including why he felt so strange. That’s when he looked down and saw two large breasts. He wobbled in his heels unstablely.
Jason quickly shuffled to the bathroom mirror, not used to balancing on heels and yet doing a half-decent job. He was shocked to find that although he still had his manly face, his body below the neck was entirely new to him. It was a woman’s body. Only it wasn’t. Because it was somehow now *his* body.
Never before had he been attracted to a female body, but the curiousness of the situation made it unexpectedly erotic. He lowered the bra he could hardly believe he was wearing and showed himself the new tits he could hardly believe he had.
“What the fuck…?” Jason said to his own unfamiliar reflection. His new nipples erected and a shiver down his spine seemed to tickle him all the way to his vagina.
“There you are sweetie,” said his favorite voice in the world. It was Mike. “Damn, are you getting started without me? That’s hot.”
Jason froze for a moment considering the implications of what his big brother just said to him, and that it wasn’t a joke. When he composed himself he replied coolly, “I’d rather get started on you.”
Squatting down, Jason began undoing Mike’s pants, thanking whatever god or demon made this all possible. Soon he would be sucking a dick he’s only dreamed of seeing.
“Thanks Jason,” said Mike to Jason’s further surprise, “You’re the best little brother a guy could ask for.”
After an hour of wild sex leading to Jason’s pussy getting cream pied in the bedroom, Mike went out to buy Jason a morning after pill. From what information Jason could gather from their now shared home, it seemed that somehow he and Mike were still brothers but also boyfriends.
Jason went out on the master bedroom balcony and looked out at the same sky on the same night, bursting with happiness. Then he got a text from his boyfriend,
Bodyswap: “If I Profane With My Unworthiest Hand…”
“Everybody take ten!”
The instant the stage director claps her hands, everyone moved to their feet, chattering about the remaining scenes with a few going over their lines. Opening night is the day after tomorrow, and rehearsals have been a little harder in the past week, especially for us principal roles. My eyes scanned the stage for a couple few left, and found who I was looking for. I smiled to myself, before moving.
A few paces in front of me sat Payton, cross-legged on the edge of the stage while muttering his lines to himself. He carried a bright atmosphere around him, like the soft rays of sunlight breaking the morning mist. He was also a kind soul, and even if that were enough to draw me to him, he was also a textbook example of that cute dork that’s friends with everyone.
“Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.” I say as a greeting, responding to his last line as I sat down beside him. He looks up at me, offering a warm smile as he scoots and makes space for me.
“Come sir, your passado.” Payton responds, grinning as he picks up his prop. “You know you’re Tybalt, right? That’s Romeo’s line.” He adds while poking at me with his rapier teasingly.
Right, the role of Romeo is played by none other than Payton’s boyfriend, Arthur. “I know his lines at least, he’s not here yet I can help you rehearse.” I reply with a wink, earning a smirk and an arched eyebrow from him. I auditioned for the role originally, but landed Tybalt’s role instead. It’s a little ironic and funny—my role would make me stab the man I like the most in real life, meanwhile my play and real-life rival would do the same to me in retaliation.
Arthur is, in most aspects, the perfect golden child of the campus. Not necessarily a frat bro, but he’s been among the most coveted students between our state’s universities since high school. Appearance-wise? Very attractive. Smart? Very. The way he speaks? Eloquent and articulate. But his ego? Ginormous.
“I guess you’re right, Ben.” Payton nods meekly, his smile faltering a little. Arthur hasn’t shown up to rehearsal yet, though I did hear the director say he’d be around a little later, though I know that wasn’t what dimmed Payton’s light. “Let’s practice our fight then?”
I nod, hopping up to my feet and pulling him up with me. I’d be stupid to not know about Arthur and Payton going through a rough patch lately—if it was even just a patch. I’ve heard from fellow cast members and saw myself how bad Payton has gotten it from him in the past weeks. We're just unsure how and why, and we couldn’t do a thing because Arthur is the university’s pride and joy after all.
Arthur does not deserve Payton at all. And if I could, I would gladly take his place and treat Payton the way he deserves to be.
“Now don’t get distracted.” Payton tells me, snapping me out from my train of thought, he was grinning again, assuming his stance and pointing his rapier at mine. I just grin, and did the same. “Try to make it as realistic as possible, you look like you’re scared of hitting me every time.” he adds, to which I chuckle.
“Okay then.” I return, advancing forward to thrust at his side. He jumps to his side and parries it deftly, taunting me before taking a swing, which I block all the same. We went on practicing our steps for a couple of minutes, and in the corner of my eye, I could see Nadia staring intently at us, another member of the cast who plays Lady Capulet.
I shudder a little, knowing and hearing rumors that she delves into the occult, which weren’t necessarily obvious with her appearance, aside from the many times we’d catch her muttering to herself in some language no one knows about, writing what looked like runes on her stuff, and an air of something arcane. I briefly let my eyes linger on her, and she smirks at me, before ducking backstage.
“Alas, in a turn of events,” Payton announces, just in time for him to press his prop against my chest. “I have slain thee, sir Tybalt.”
I shook the thought of Nadia off my head, and stepped back clutching my chest as if I were truly injured and feigning hurt. “I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone and hath nothing?” I fall dramatically, while reciting Mercutio’s line to Payton’s glee.
“You got my lines memorized too?” He laughs incredulously while helping me up, to which I nod at. “At this point you could replace everyone in the play.” Payton jokes, and I chuckle as I shrug. I was about to respond, when his grin drops ever so slightly as he looks at something past me, then replacing it with another smile.
“Sorry I’m late,” I hear as I whirl around, finding Arthur strolling into the stage towards our direction. I step aside to give way, a little annoyed, as he meets with Payton right in front of me. “Had to catch up with Professor Dane on something.” In an instant, he’d taken my place and Payton’s attention, to which I mentally rolled my eyes.
“It’s fine,” Payton reassures him, patting his shoulder then giving me an apologetic glance while he does so. “We were just going through a couple of our lines.” I nod at this, giving them a salute. Arthur just eyes me with a disapproving look, and although I could feel my blood boil, I just shrugged.
“And this is where sir Tybalt takes his leave.” I say, winking at Payton and nodding at Arthur, before heading straight for the wings. We still had a couple of minutes to spare, and I could distinctly hear from the background how Arthur was chiding at Payton about something.
“Jealous, aren’t you?” a voice announces somewhere behind me, and I almost yelped in surprise. It was Nadia, poking her head through the red curtain. I open my mouth to speak, but she just shakes her head. “It’s very obvious, Ben. Don’t deny it.”
“Well,” I reply, gathering myself before turning to her. “Whether or not that’s true, it’s none of your business.” I add, before turning again to walk away while I shook the shiver off my spine.
“Yeah, I know. Surely their relationship is none of yours either,” She tells me, stopping me in my tracks. “Yet here you are, loathing every second you see Arthur and Payton together, hating Arthur because you know—and you tell yourself, that you’re way better for Payton than he is. Yes?” She adds, fully stepping out of the curtains with her arms crossed.
“What do you want from me?”
“Don’t play dumb, Ben.” Nadia scolds. “I know that you, of all people, know how much Payton is hurting. And among all of us here, I know you’re the only one who sincerely wants to do something about it.”
My head was already starting to spin with every word Nadia was saying, a little confused, and intrigued all the same. “What are you getting at?” I ask her. “You just told me their relationship wasn’t my business.”
Nadia gives a dry laugh in response, before grinning at me. “I did, and we’re making it your business.” she responds, and I raise my eyebrow at her. “I am offering you a chance to help Payton.”
I blink and stare at her in disbelief. “What, you’re gonna help me dispose of Arthur? You planning to hex him?” She doesn’t budge at my joke, instead she grins and shrugs at me like I just said what she wanted to hear.
“A little bit of both, actually.” Nadia says with a wink, striding a little closer. “So, Romeo, are you in?”
“I play Tybalt,” I deadpan, before shrugging. “As long as it’s not illegal.” I add, hoping that she was just planning a prank of some sort. I already know she might be teasing with the whole hexing thing, but I’m a little concerned about the first part.
“You’ll get it soon enough.” She responds, putting one hand forward which I shake hesitantly. “I’ll get to work tonight, tell you what you have to do tomorrow, and we’ll commence with it on opening night.” she adds, before trotting away humming to herself.
“Wait! You’re not planning on ruining the show, are you?” I call back to her, she just looks back with an eyebrow raised before disappearing behind the curtains again. I just sigh and shrug it off.
Before heading straight for the backstage to get some refreshments, I turned back one more time to look upon Arthur and Payton, who were now engaged in angry whispering, with Payton clearly in distress and Arthur obviously pissed. His eyes darted around and found me, and for a few moments, I felt his searing gaze boring into me before turning back to Payton.
I felt my blood boil and rush at the sight ahead of me, but took a deep inhale before releasing it and turning away. Well. whatever Nadia had in plan, I’m now more than just on-board with it—I’ll see it through.
Remember the irony of me having to “kill” Payton’s role and Arthur avenging him? Well I’m about to flip the roles the other way around—with whatever help Nadia is going to offer, I’ll be the one dealing the blow for Payton’s sake.
The rest of the day’s rehearsal went smoothly, save for Arthur getting a little more aggressive during our fight, but with the same look of disapproval he gave me earlier. Even the part where he stabs me felt a little too real as the wooden tip of his prop rapier was supposed to slide to my side but he deliberately poked me hard a couple of times. Payton, on the other hand, seemed a little frustrated, but did his best in rehearsal regardless.
All throughout rehearsal, Nadia was keeping her eye on me—especially during the duel, though she had disappeared as soon as rehearsals were done for the day.
“Okay y’all, dress rehearsals tomorrow!” The director announces before anyone (aside from Nadia, who really just slipped away unnoticed) could make it for the door. “Don’t be late, and do your best. That’s all.” She adds, before dismissing us. I moved to at least have a couple more words with Payton, but Arthur was already dragging him along towards the door. I managed a wave at them which Payton returns just as they slip out.
I resisted the urge to send Payton a message that night, thinking that I could do more harm than good, and instead focused on rehearsing my lines in my room and reading a couple of notes for my classes. A couple of hours in though, I receive a message from Nadia.
“Bring a piece of an item that’s been with you for a very long time.” was what she said, and I tilt my head a little. Was she really doing magic? “Something that represents you, make sure it’s just a piece.”
I replied, asking her for further instructions, though she did not respond. It was a little over midnight at that time though, so instead of waiting for her response, I fell right to sleep, wondering what I needed to bring in the morning, and dreaming about slaying Arthur right in front of Payton.
–
“Do you have it?” were Nadia’s first words to me the moment I stepped in the theater, her hand open expectantly. In response, I quickly dug through my satchel and offered her a piece of folded paper, prompting her to raise her eyebrow. “What is this though?”
I felt a little hot as she opened the letter, eyes going wide, before grinning mischievously and nodding at me. “Yeah, I’ve had an entire journal of those since middle-school.” I confess, much to her amusement. I’ve just given her a page off my old journal, the one where I first wrote how much Payton meant to me—although I never told him that, of course. I’ve known him since middle school too.
“Okay, here’s what you’re going to do.” Nadia shrugs, beckoning for me to follow her backstage. There were only a couple handfuls of the cast loitering around, no signs of Payton yet, so we didn’t look too suspicious. “Find a way to have Arthur carry this on him then bring it back tomorrow night.”
Once we were backstage, Nadia produced two smooth dark stones out of her bag, each with something carved on their surface. Just looking at them gave me chills, but I steeled myself. On one stone, she produces a thin twine from her bag and ties my notes into it. The other, she winds a piece of cloth around before tying it as well. She hands me both. “Ripped this cloth from Arthur’s old shirt by the way, don’t ask how.”
“One, to keep with you—” she points to the one with cloth. “—the other you put on Arthur. Make sure to not break it, yet.”
“What are these? Lucky charms?” I ask, weighing both stones which felt oddly warmer against my skin. She stifles a laugh at this before shaking her head. “Bad luck charms?”
“No, silly. You’ll see tomorrow, but here’s what you’re supposed to do:” she starts, then points at the one with my note. “That to Arthur, the other with you, tomorrow before the act begins, you have to talk to him.”
“I’d rather punch him.”
“This is infinitely better,” Nadia grins, clasping her hands together. “Anyway, you talk to him anywhere but make sure he brings that with him and you bring yours with you.”
“I suppose I have some magic enchantment to say?” I tease, staring at the stones.
“Bingo.” she tells me with a wink. “The words forbidden to say in the theater, you’re going to say that. The first to initiate it, the next one to seal it in. G, then M.” she adds, getting particularly excited at the mention of the latter.
“Oh, you mean good—” I start, though Nadia cuts me off. “Are you sure we’re not sabotaging the show?” I continue, although I wasn’t necessarily superstitious, I refrained from saying them out loud during shows.
“Yeah, save them for tomorrow or else it won’t work. You’re lucky I made it easy.” Nadia tells me, patting herself in the back. “If you want to go for permanence, all you gotta do is crush both rocks. And that’s it.”
My head spun, again, very confused with the instructions, nor was she telling me what was supposed to happen. “I’m so confused right now, please enlighten me.”
“I can’t tell you or it won’t work,” Nadia says as-a-matter-of-fact and sass. “It’s not fake occult witch shit, I guarantee you it’s real. Just trust me, he’ll be a changed man soon.”
“Okay…” I found myself saying, staring at the stones again. “Why are you doing this though?” I find myself asking, to which Nadia offers a smirk.
“I can’t interfere directly,” she tells me, leaning into my ear to whisper. “I just thought you and Payton need my help, is all. And before you ask me what I get from it, well, satisfaction of bringing Arthur down.”
I raised an eyebrow at her after the last sentence, and then she was already trotting away. “Remember the instructions.” she tells me, before making her way to a few of the other cast members. At the same time, Payton and Arthur walked in. Arthur sported his usual pretentious smile, on the other hand, Payton looked a little…lost in thought.
Marie, our Juliet, along with the minor roles approached Arthur immediately who entertained their questions. I frowned, seeing Payton almost getting shoved aside. It made my insides clench, and then I spotted the bag hanging on Arthur’s side. He was too distracted at that moment, and I was going to take my chance. I went on ahead, slipping past the group, and behind Payton.
“Hey, how’s it going?” I ask him in a low voice, and he almost whirls around, snapped out of his thoughts. The moment Payton wasn’t paying attention to Arthur, I quietly unzipped one of his bag’s pockets and slipped the stone in, before zipping it up again.
“Hey, Ben.” Payton greets me, offering a soft smile. “I’m okay, just nervous.” He replies a little quietly, glancing at Arthur before looking ahead. “And yeah, famous boyfriend and all.” He says with a rather sheepish laugh. I would ask him to go along with me ahead of the group, but Arthur’s eyes landed on me for a moment, and I knew I had to trek carefully.
Looking at Payton like this almost made me ache to at least reassure him with a hug or even a hand squeeze, but I sighed, knowing it would likely cause Arthur to do something to him. “Don’t worry,” I start, settling on a shoulder pat. “He’ll be a changed man soon.” I add with a wink, echoing Nadia as I slipped away.
In my retreat, I could see Payton tilting his head at me in curiosity while furrowing his eyebrows. Nadia on the other hand, gave me an approving look as I walked past her, knowing that she must have seen me slip it inside the bag.
It was still a long day of rehearsal, yet I couldn’t wait for what was going to happen the next day—though I couldn’t help but feel a slight tug towards Arthur’s direction, and he kept looking at me weirdly the entire day. Was he feeling the same thing?
–
Opening night, and the campus theater was already full of eager audiences waiting for this year’s show, it was after all more anticipated than last year’s King Lear. We were all understandably a little nervous, but my own was mixed with the anticipation from Nadia’s plan.
“You know what to do.” I remember her telling me earlier when I bumped into her, and I nod. I had the stone with me, and I released a breath of relief when Payton and Arthur walked in, with the latter still carrying his bag from yesterday. I felt the warm stone with cloth and twine tied within my pocket, as I watched the two make for the dressing rooms.
“Hey, you guys are a little late.” I called to them both, showing them my full costume. Payton just chuckles, meanwhile Arthur dashed to the small shower room nearby muttering something about needing to wash sweat off.
“Dashing as ever, sir Tybalt.” Payton teases once Arthur was out of sight, his eyes a little puffy. I laughed sheepishly at him, bowing and raising my enormous hat a little. He just laughs at this, a sound which sends warmth all over me.
“Payton!” says a voice from the dressing room, one of our techies. “We’ve been waiting for you guys, come on.” Payton playfully gives me a bow, before rushing towards the other room. I smile, before taking the stone out of my pocket. I stare at it for a few moments, repeating in my head Nadia’s reminders. I nod, clenching the stone in my hand.
At the same time, Arthur walks out of the shower room with only a towel draped around his waist, with a rather grumpy look on his face. He raises an eyebrow at me, as if staring me down. I took a deep breath, and put my hand on my side.
“What are you staring at?” He tells me, annoyance bleeding in his tone. At that moment, I stared at his bag, specifically the pocket where I slipped the stone in. “Did you touch my stuff?”
“Ah, not really.” I say, feigning lying, before offering a tight-lipped smile. My eyes darted towards his bag again, trying to draw his attention there. “Nope, didn’t do anything at all.”
“I know you’re lying, idiot.” He says coldly and sharply. I bit my tongue in excitement, watching him fall for it and reach for his bag. He locates the pocket I was staring at. He looks at me, eyebrows already knit together and eyes disapproving while he gropes around the pocket. His hand stops, presumably after he reaches for the stone, before pulling it out. “The fuck is this?” He growled, holding out the stone.
Both of us stepped a little forward, as if something was pulling us in. I smirked once he was looking between me and his stone, before uttering Nadia’s words. “It’s for ‘good luck’.” I say.
Immediately as I spoke the last two words, I felt a sudden thick feeling surrounding us as if I were under a heavy blanket. I felt my chest rising a little, like I was being lifted off the ground all the same with Arthur. The stones we held seemed to be emitting some glow, and I could feel a pulling sensation towards Arthur, the same as yesterday but a little stronger. He was trying to say something, but I soon lost the sensations in my body aside from sight and hearing, like I’ve gone numb all over.
And then as if on cue, I felt exposed, naked, or at least I could feel the cool air in my bare skin. My vision shifted—one second I was staring at Arthur, and then myself, flickering a couple of times as I blink and felt myself starting to be pulled apart, only to be put back together in an instant. I felt fear welling in me, unsure of what was happening until the tugging and the thick feeling subsided.
I fell to my knees, feeling some cloth around my waist falling to my ankles. I felt…a little taller, and tighter. I blinked a couple of times, staring beneath me at my bare arms and fingers that seemed longer than they used to. My eyes widened, the stone was still in my other hand, but it was the one that had my note tied to it.
“What the fuck?” I muttered to myself, but heard Arthur’s voice come out of my throat instead. I looked at my bare chest, the damp towel by my feet, and quickly realized what had happened. In front of me was myself—or who I used to be, panting heavily with his palms on the ground.
“He’ll be a changed man soon.” Nadia had mentioned yesterday, and then deliberately calling me Romeo and telling me “You’ll get it soon enough.” after. I found myself laughing in disbelief, she had switched our bodies like it was Freaky Friday.
“What did you do?” I hear myself say—or, Arthur says. He was horrified, staring at his hands and his costume. “No, no, no. I have to be dreaming.” He mumbles, trying to pinch himself awake, slapping at his face frantically.
I stared at the stone in my hand, and remembered the second word Nadia mentioned. “Macbeth.” I say out loud. At that moment, both the stones emitted a bright flash, not nearly blinding but enough to make us blink a couple of times.
It was at that moment that I felt something rush into my head. They were thoughts, memories, everything about Arthur that I both already knew and was yet to know, but I found that my own feelings had replaced Arthur’s own.
In front of me, ‘Arthur’ had calmed down, there was a confused look on his face, like he didn’t know what he was doing there. “Uhh, Arthur… why are you…?” He tells me, his face going red and pointing at my full nude figure.
“Oh—” I said, quickly grabbing the towel from the floor and tying it back on my waist. I stared at him for a moment, unsure of what happened until I watched him act the way I did, it felt like I was staring at myself in front of a mirror.
“If you want to go for permanence, all you gotta do is crush both rocks. And that’s it.” I hear in my head, and at the same time immediately crushed the rock I was holding. It crumbled like gravel in my hands, before falling into the carpeted floor.
“I really don’t know what I’m still doing here,” ‘Arthur’ in my body says, looking around before dropping the stone on the floor. “Uh, just hurry up. I think we’re on, in like, thirty.” he adds, before speeding away. I immediately stepped on the stone where he left it, feeling it crumble beneath my feet as well.
I grinned, whirling around towards the closest mirror to marvel at my new physique. It was perfect, and besides that, I could keep Payton closer to me now, and perhaps he’ll let me now that I’m in the body of the man he loves the most—though I promised myself I was going to be way better than the real Arthur was. I find myself reaching for Arthur’s phone in his bag, and once found, I snap an image.
I laughed to myself after, before hurriedly dressing up and heading towards the dressing room where Payton was nearly finished with his makeup and costume. He looks at me, a little hurt evident in his eyes, as I get called to sit on the chair in front of the mirror beside him by some of the stylists. I sighed, running through Arthur’s memories.
“Hey.” I managed to say, recalling that he and Arthur had a rather nasty argument that led to them running late. At this moment, it was us and only a few girls getting their wigs fixed left in the room, but I didn’t care.
Payton glances at me, not meeting my eyes but responding weakly. “Yeah?”
“I’m sorry.” I tell him, catching the attention of a few people working on my makeup. It was a surprise to him, I know, I couldn’t see in my new memory any instance where Arthur apologized to him. “For my behavior these past few weeks. I was an asshole—”
“Did Ben talk some sense into you?” He interjects, though catches himself as if it was a slip-up. “I mean…” he mumbles, all the while everyone else had gone silent and listened in. I grin, and let out a laugh, earning a raised eyebrow from Payton.
“Yeah—yeah he did.” I say softly after a while once we were nearly done, also laughing inwardly at the thought of what actually happened. “Made me realize how lucky I was to have you, and how wrong I’ve been treating you.” I add, all the while going through Arthur’s memory of him being a jerk, I had no choice though, this is what I was left to work with.
Payton only smiles to himself, quickly wiping a tear off his left eye. The people were done fitting me with my costume at that point, and left us alone with the reminder that we only had ten minutes left before the start of the act.
Payton was trying to look at me, though not meeting my eye and sitting there just beside me. I chuckled to myself, before reaching for his hand. He flinches at first, before giving in. And I understand that, the real Arthur had treated him badly but I was going to fix it.
“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine,” I tell him, reciting Romeo and Juliet’s sonnet lines “—the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand, to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” I finish with a grin, eliciting a laugh from him as he tries to wipe away the tears spilling from his eyes.
“I’m not Juliet, and I don’t have her lines memorized.” He teases, squeezing my hand. “Maybe Ben can step in, I think he knows all of our lines.”
I laugh ironically, all the while rubbing circles on the back of his hand, my other hand cupping his cheek. “Of course he does. It’s okay, I just wanted to sound romantic.”
Payton chuckles again, sobbing a little in joy as I pulled him in close for a hug, while I pat the back of his head. To hell with my tear-stained costume, at least I’ve taken the first steps to help Payton heal.
By the doorway, I could see Nadia in her full Lady Capulet costume grinning at me and then giving me a thumbs up, before pointing to the clock and mouthing “Five.” at me. I returned her smile, and pulled Payton with me to the wings.
“Come on,” I whispered to him softly. “The act is beginning and the audience waits.”
–
I had adjusted quickly to our swap given that Nadia was kind enough to let me keep both mine and Arthur’s memories, meanwhile my old self only kept most of mine, and he acted like he was me, no questions. It was just a little weird, at least in the beginning, but I got used to it. Nadia was just glad she was able to help.
Meanwhile, living as Arthur with Payton had been the absolute dream—and he surprisingly wasn’t asking too many questions about ‘my’ sudden change of behavior. I have found it easier to live as Arthur as the days went by, and have watched Payton smile more than I have seen him in months.
The swap was all worth it, I regret none of it, and I wouldn’t want to have this life through any other way.
“That was intense…” Jude rolled over to his back beside me, panting as his chest heaved up and down and a smile plastered over his face. “Remind me again why we never had sex before?.” he adds, laughing to himself then brings one hand up to trace the puddle of essence on his chest.
I laughed along with him as I tried to catch my breath in the afterglow, smirking wide as I felt myself soften. It had been a good couple of hours now, yet I was still in Victor’s body; and I owned it like it was mine. I haven’t had this much fun for a while, didn’t think I’d ever get to act on my urge to screw someone, yet I’ve been presented with the chance to do just that—but only in the body of another person.
I’m not complaining though, why would I when the universe basically turned me into the man I admired and envied for a long time, and then let me shag his stud of a boyfriend? This is more than a dream-come-true to me.
“Guess I was just nervous.” I lied, shrugging. I didn’t know what the deal between Victor and Jude was, but it turned out the latter had been trying to convince Victor to lay with him after spending eight months as boyfriends. From what I can tell, they quarreled because the real Victor kept refusing—but since he wasn’t here now, I gladly accepted Jude’s offer.
“Why would you be?” Jude laughs, turning to his side to face me before raising an eyebrow. Before I could even respond, he pulls me in, then locks our lips together. It was hot, way hotter than when I kissed a girl in junior year. Jude’s musk also enveloped me, strong and manly, intoxicating, as I gave in to it, fully melting under his touch.
Once we parted, I couldn’t help but feel my face heat up, a smirk rising up from the corner of my mouth the same with Jude. We just stare at each other for a while, unspeaking, until Jude breaks the silence.
“I think we should go out to celebrate.” He tells me, winking as he pulls himself up. “I gotta wash all this off too, next time I’m the one topping.” he adds, gesturing to his chest and his behind. I just laugh it off, nodding as he tosses a towel to me before showering.
I sighed contently, sprawling on the bed for a while before getting to my feet. The sun had finally broken through the gray skies from earlier, shining bright outside as blue filled the sky, signaling a warmer day ahead.
Everything was going great, I briefly wiped the remaining globs dripping down from my member, before putting my pants back on. I really can’t risk looking out the balcony with my new junk hanging around. I did refrain from putting my shirt back on yet, though. I laughed at the idea, before heading over to the balcony to look outside.
The snow was already thawing out and the streets cleared, yet I could still feel the cold breeze in my skin. Even the railings were cold, but I wanted to take my time to show this body off to people passing around below. The building was at the west edge of the campus, and beneath me was the street. I could already see eyes drifting up to stare at me, a couple people even whispering among themselves, and I couldn’t help but grin.
It was only when I looked down to see an all-too-familiar figure stepping out of a bus across the street that it dropped. I knew that blonde hair like the back of my hand, that face and stature, that I’ve always seen. I felt myself freeze, especially as I saw him shove his hands into his pockets, glancing up my way before grinning. He winks, then disappears into the walking crowd.
I gripped the cold railing tight as my knuckles went white, speechless.
Of course I knew him all too well—I saw that same face in the mirror everyday. That was me, or at least my old self. And whoever that person was, he was freely walking around in my body.
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I woke up with a start when I felt myself fall out of the bed—couch?
It was too dark to see from the slivers of light entering through the cracks of the window curtains from the streetlight outside and the beginning of a sunrise. Despite that, I knew something was immediately wrong—I was in the living room and not in my bed.
In my hand was Richard’s toy, Sarah, and I already had an inkling of what happened. I pulled myself to my feet, feeling a little less lithe and a few inches shorter. The light switch was just a few steps ahead, and bright light filled the room as soon as I flipped it.
I looked down, and instead of my pajamas, I was wearing jeans. Instead of my old high school shirt, I was wearing a hoodie instead. I stared at my hands, touched my face, and ran a hand through my hair. I didn’t even need to check myself in the mirror to know I’ve somehow ended up in Seth’s body.
I quietly tip-toed up the stairs, and up to my room. It was unlocked, and when I peered through the door I could see myself snoring peacefully under the sheets. Which led to just one conclusion—I somehow swapped bodies with Seth.
I brought Sarah, the plush tiger, up to my face and examined it in the dim light. I sighed, then grinned. It still worked. I used to own this as a child, before passing it on to Richard when he was four.
I never told anyone how it worked, but Seth must have somehow accidentally wished for something before sleeping—and last I saw him was a few hours ago dozing off on the couch. This toy seemingly grants a subpar version of a wish done right before sleeping with it. I’d know, of course, because it’s what I used to get most of the things I had.
The catch though, that it granted a mediocre version of a wish. Looking at me and Seth now, me in his body, and I’m guessing him in mine, he might have wished for something else but ended up getting this.
I wanted to freak out, instead, all I felt within me was excitement—the type when you’re trying out a new ride at an amusement park. Seth had been a good family friend, he’d come over to sit my younger brother because my mother had long since distrusted me after coming out. He’s frequently around, (I’d be stupid to not notice how much he looks at me) and he’s grown up into a fine man. Last I remember, he was playing for the soccer team, and I’ve had these images of him from months ago because…of reasons.
He worked himself out too, like I did, though I have never felt any sort of attraction towards him besides the obvious and common awe when looking at a stud like him—besides right now. I felt the toned muscles under the hoodie, and grinned to myself as I stuffed Sarah into its pocket before rushing towards the bathroom.
I know the capabilities of Sarah, wishes like this don't follow the 24-hour rule, and the only likely way to reverse it is to wish back. A plan brewed in my head just as soon as I entered the room. Seth was nineteen, just two years younger than I am, and was graduating senior year this summer. If this wish keeps, that means I could start over college in Seth’s body, and as Seth, far away from Jude.
I needed to get away from here the soonest, before either of them woke up and before mom came home, it would be weird to have all of us here. I pulled the hoodie off, and found I was also wearing a black top underneath. I could see the muscles underneath, and the strong arms, feeling myself immediately getting rock hard.
I tried to shake it off my head, and grabbed my old toothbrush. I had to try to distract myself for a bit, to hold the urge off for a while. Whilst brushing my teeth, a thought occurred to mind. I fished Seth’s—or, my new phone out of my pocket, and snapped a photo in the mirror.
I grinned at the result, but almost frowned and rolled my eyes when I only felt myself getting hotter. The beast under seemed to be trying to break through the cloth, tenting out so much that I couldn’t even think straight and brush properly. I let one palm drift towards the tip, and I immediately gasped then stifled out a moan at the contact.
“Whatever, let’s get this over with.” I mutter to myself, grinning as I spat out into the sink. I pulled my pants off quickly, clenching my jaw to stop myself from moaning loud as soon as it was out. I couldn’t help but grin at the length similar to mine but had more girth.
I dug around the cabinet, remembering the small bottle of lube that I had left here from the last time I sneaked one in. It still stood hidden behind old bottles of shampoo, and I smirked as I pulled it out.
I set out to work with it, and let’s just say the rest was history.
When I set out of the place, the sky had just started to get bright. I brought the toy Sarah with me, and quickly went to Seth’s house to change clothes. I’ve been here a couple of times as well, trick or treating, or whenever Mrs. Burnham would invite us over. The front door was locked, though the backdoor wasn’t so I let myself in. I wasn’t staying for long anyway, at least for the day, I just stopped by to change clothes.
The inside was quiet, and I confirmed that I was alone when I saw a note on the fridge door that said Mrs. Burnham was staying with her sister for today to help her fix her shed. I shrugged, and walked through the expansive residence.
Once I was in Seth’s room, I had to almost physically stop myself from staring at my shirtless self in the mirror, in fear of going for round two. Instead, I busied myself digging through the dresser. I wanted to laugh, Seth’s wardrobe was very similar to mine so it wasn’t too hard to pick.
The cold was a little more bearable today, though I imagine it would be slightly less cold where I’m headed so I opted for something simple and comfortable. I didn’t have much plan for today, only to get rid of something, and maybe roam around town in my new body. I settled for a simple black and white top.
Seth didn’t seem to have a car, which was a little disappointing, but I shrugged it off and instead settled to ride the bus. Though I found myself rubbing it out, again, real quick on the couch before leaving lest I walk around with a raging hard-on for people to see.
The bus ride was a little strange, I hadn’t needed to ride one ever since I got myself a car, so it almost felt foreign to me. If there was one thing I missed in my old body, maybe it was my license and my car keys. I leaned back on the seat, and mindlessly scrolled through my phone.
Still, I felt a little thankful about what happened—other than this body, of course, I had other reasons. One was my estrangement with my mother; she didn’t necessarily hate me, she does tolerate me but with steel-cold civility. I had friends, but sometimes I needed a parental figure to at least be there with me. Maybe Seth’s mom was a little more accepting.
Second, Jude and I had been together for almost a year, and everything between us had just started falling apart in the last couple of weeks. Jude’s always asking me to have sex with him, penetrative, and I wasn’t too comfortable in the idea yet. It was a couple of days ago when I found out he’d been screwing my past teammates, and a couple of my campus friends both men and women that it snapped.
In my mind, I kept picturing her lips on his neck—and I can’t unsee it. I couldn’t even bear to look at him, and now after all this, I was glad that I wouldn’t have to anymore. Whatever’s going to happen, I’ll let Seth handle it himself since he’s the new Victor now.
The bus skids to a halt after a while, my stop, the one right across our window back on campus. I smirked once I stepped off the vehicle and found him lounging out in the balcony, grinning at the people who snuck glances at him. He was shirtless even in this cold, and he enjoyed the attention.
I watched the smile drop from his face once our eyes crossed—now it was my turn to grin at him. The lights were just turning red, as I shoved my hands on my jean pockets, before winking at him. He looked like he’d seen a ghost, and I could almost laugh at the very familiar face staring at me. I took this time to disappear into the crowd crossing the street.
Now, it was time for my next move, which was to get rid of Sarah. I didn’t want to destroy it, nor give it back to Richard or keep it anywhere the vicinity of the three of us, so my plan was to leave it in a donation box somewhere since this place had a couple of orphanages that ask for toy donations every now and then; maybe whoever ends up with this could get help from it too.
I didn’t get as many stares as I did when I still had my own body, but I didn’t mind at all—I still got a few anyway, so everytime I passed by a guy eyeing me, I wink at them. A couple of them would turn red, and I could laugh to myself how this body’s boyish looks would score me another boyfriend, someone better than Jude I hope.
I found one donation box after a near twenty-minute walk, it was for some child center downtown, and I didn’t hesitate to drop the toy in. I muttered a quiet sorry to Richard back home, but couldn’t help release a sigh of relief and smirk once I'd left the box.
Now, this should be permanent, set in stone, with no chance of reverting it.
I couldn’t care less if the real Seth would regret his wish some time soon, that would be his fault anyway, meanwhile I was finally free from everything that’s been causing me trouble these days. Of course I’d still come across my old family back home, though they won’t notice I was someone else, then I’d leave the town for college in a couple of months too.
I nodded to myself, smiling softly as I went on ahead. I know it’s a little too early to plan ahead, but there’s nothing that can be done to break out of this anyway. I won’t even need much of Seth’s memories, considering I’m starting over in a few months, somewhere far from here and home.
I shrugged, then found a bus to ride back home, where I can finally take my time in exploring my new self.
