Mark smiled as he walked into the store. With the economy the way it had been, thrift stores like these were a godsend to teens and adults alike. Electronics, clothes, cookware, you name it, they usually had something to offer. What better place to burn a few bucks?
The store was well stocked with many an item on clothes racks or stored on shelves and in cases to view. Mark made straight for the clothing. If he was going to have a laugh, this would be a good place to start. He couldn’t help but smirk as he eyed one of the hangers. Two thin straps draped on either branch, hemmed with blue, yellow, and orange thread. A veritable rainbow spectrum shone across the brand label over the left side of the chest.
A lift of the hanger and one click of his cell phone later, and he’d sent the text.
Who wants to see me in this?
The flood of emotes ranged from crying laughter to shut eyes laughing and more. The messages varied, but their intent was about the same, that single push of, DO IT!
Mark swept a few extra random articles for good measure and made his way toward the dressing room. The stall was spacious and included a tall mirror for the occupants to see how the clothing fit. Mark didn’t hesitate. He quickly stripped out of his shirt and shuffled the tank top over his body. The shirt felt more like a nightgown than a proper garment, but at least it didn’t fall off his shoulders. He chuckled and raised his phone, then snapped a quick selfie.
What do you think, “bros?” :P
DUUUUUUUUUUUUDE!
BRO!
I can’t believe you actually did it!
Mark couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched the attention flooding in. The phone continued to ping as he gazed at his reflection and rubbed his chin. If he really wanted to up the hilarity, he knew what he needed to do. He flexed a bicep and held the phone overhead, then snapped.
Do you even lift, bro? #python #big gun #LOL #Muscleheadamok #Bruh
He chuckled as another flood of replies flowed in. As he looked over the picture, he couldn’t help but rub his chin in thought. The way the straps fell over his chest actually didn’t look half bad. A little uneven, though.
He strode out of the room briefly and tapped a patron on the shoulder. “Excuse me. Sorry to be a bother, but could you just take a quick picture for me?”
The man who turned to face him was portly with a white sweater vest draping over his frame. An old fashioned smoke pipe curved from between his lips to rest against his palm as he blinked and focused on the teen. “What was that?” the man asked. The accent that flowed was a strange blend of American and British, almost as if he were trying to force it. He furrowed his brow as his waxed mustache twitched. “Oh, a picture. Of course. Of course. No trouble.” He proffered a hand and easily panned the frame while he clenched the pipe in his teeth.
The camera flashed. Mark blinked. He didn’t remember turning that function on.
“I hope that worked, young man. I never can seem to get these phones to work properly. Confounded things are more trouble than they’re worth, if you ask me. Give me my pipe and a good book any day of the week.” Smoke billowed from between the man’s lips, but he didn’t seem to care or mind the fact he was smoking in the store. Had he … been doing that before? The accent definitely sounded more authentic this time around. Maybe it was practice? Practice does make perfect.
“Uh, … thanks,” Mark said as he seized his phone. The man smiled and walked away, leaving what appeared to be a pager on the floor as he disappeared into the crowd. Another blink, and the device suddenly had a price tag on it. Mark crouched, picked it up, and placed it on one of the many shelves nearby. Though he had no idea who would want to even buy something so antiquated. He chuckled as he walked away and peered at the photo. His hair had been carefully styled to emphasize his forehead without making it overly large compared to the rest of his frame. The muscles under the fabric were toned, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He wasn’t a musclehead, but he looked good. “Not bad, ‘bro.’ Huhuh.”
The chuckle felt almost like a cough, and Mark rubbed his throat as his eyes furrowed. He circulated the photo in the thread and smiled as the replies flooded in.
Dude, have you been working out?
You gonna buy it or what?
Lookin’ good, bro. Sun’s out, guns out!
He hardly paid attention as the dressing room door creaked open under his touch, then shut behind him. Instead, his eyes locked on the floor-length mirror again. He frowned as he scrutinized his face, his shoulders, the way the shirt hung over his frame. Something seemed … off, but he couldn’t quite place it.
“Maybe it’s the look?” he questioned, even as his voice cracked and dropped. He cleared his throat and swallowed again. His vocal cords tingled, but at least there wasn’t any annoying tickle. Those things were the worst. He swallowed again and smiled as his Adam’s apple bobbed in time with the motion. He took a certain pride in that size after the teasing he’d received in the earlier days of his youth.
“When are your balls gonna drop, bro?”
Mark smiled and spread his arms wide in the mirror. “Good fruit takes time to ripen, bro.” He shuddered, and his eyes rolled in pleasure as he drew his head back, thrust his chin forward and flexed. This time, he shot the mirror a cocky grin. “Damn, you sound sexy,” he rumbled. His chest rose and fell in time as he flexed and posed. He looked good, but as he eyed the jeans sheathing his legs, he frowned. The clothes pile was there, just waiting, and he knew what he wanted, what he needed to make the look really work.
Shucking the jeans felt so freeing as meaty thighs and thick calves hardened into sculpture. His hand drifted over his briefs. He blinked, and the familiar pressure of cotton hugged his bulge. Before he knew it, the camera flash went off. Meaty thumbs jabbed heavily at the touchscreen on his phone as a flexing bicep swelled into prominence over the whole surface before opening to his main feed. He punched against the keys and smirked cockily as he hit the post button.
This new tank’s growing on me. Think I’ll run it through its paces.
It didn’t take long for notifications to start flooding in. His chest swelled with pride as his torso broadened. He huffed another chuckle. The cool air tingled against the stubble on the sides of his head. The new fade cut helped to emphasize the angularity in his facial features. Wads of button-up shirts and slacks with suspenders went by the wayside as he dug like a dog after its bone until he finally unearthed the clothes he was looking for.
The sleek shiny black material of the shorts was cool and breezy as he pulled the garment up his legs and gazed at the mirror. He looked ready to run, and his heart hammered in anticipation of the act. His breathing came heavier and faster as his skin tingled and stretched taut. Another flex and pop, pop, snap, pop! Veins burst into existence, as if the muscles were forcing them out of some hidden sheath or hole. Blood surged in his ears.
“Bro….” His head felt … strange, light, fuzzy, stuffed.
Another flash. This time, the photo showed a glazed stare with his mouth slightly agape. Emotes surged with icons of steaks, meat on bones, flexing biceps, starry eyes, hearts, and more. He even heard the familiar ring of a cash register going off. A notification for deposits into an account, donations from adoring fans.
Can’t wait for the vid.
Show us that pump!
Fuck, get to the gym already!
The gym…? Did he … have an appointment there? His thumb drifted hesitantly over the screen and brushed the dollar icon at the bottom of the app’s menu. His eyes widened at the total. +$2300.20 and still rising, just from today’s pics alone. “The fuck…?” He scrawled through the main post feed. Post after post and selfie after selfie revealed all manner of poses and stances. Some in briefs. Some in jockstraps. Some in tight compression gear to show off the definition in his muscles. Occasionally, a workout video would surface showing him pumping some impossibly large weight to force his body to show off with sleek sweat and clinging gymwear. How … could this be him? Some of those dates were clearly game nights, times to hang out with his bros and totally invite them to the gym.
…
Wait, … that wasn’t….
FLASH
Right … right…. He gazed at a timeline .gif as four tiny bros swelled into big meaty models, grinning with two on either side of his giant frame. From nerds to studs and stats to lats. The tank top clung to his shoulders and pecs now as his brow lowered over the sight and a dull chuckle huffed out his anxiety. Game night meant teaching them how to get game. And who better to teach them than the master himself?
Mark grinned cockily as he snapped another pic. Then a new message pinged on the app.
Stop posing and start running, bro. We’ve been waiting for ten minutes. Get your ass over here already!
Mark chuckled. His little bros were starting to grow some fangs. He strode out from the changing room and sighed. Guess he’d have to look for some shirts to tear off for his fans later. As he left, he bumped into one of the attendants. “Oh, uh, sorry, bro. Didn’t see ya there.” He rubbed his head awkwardly, showing off his lats and biceps. “Uh, … I gotta go, but I don’t got time to return the rest of the gear in there. You think you can, uh, you know….?” The bristles over his scalp scraped against his hand, leaving a pleasant tingle to course through his body as a result.
“Of course, Sir.” The clerk smiled. “Did you find what you wanted?”
“Not yet, but … I’ll be back.” He pulled out his wallet from a pocket and shoved a fifty into the worker’s hand. “For the trouble. Thanks, little bro.” And then he was off with his boulder legs stomping the ground as he charged through the store and into the light beyond. The gym was calling, and he couldn’t keep his bros, let alone his fans, waiting.
The attendant crouched and picked up a tee shirt from the floor. The captioning on it read Just an Ordinary Teenager. “Thank you for the business.” He chuckled and shook his head as he picked it up. “Someone in a midlife crisis is going to loveyou.” He sighed as he looked over a clipboard. “I suppose I should get the bodybuilding inventory out. If that lummox comes back, he’s practically guaranteed to pick that next as a life course. He smirked as he checked a familiar looking app on his phone while his muscles strained ever so slightly against his uniform. “He’ll certainly have enough money for it.” He chuckled as he made his way into the changing room and retrieved the clothing the behemoth had left behind. “I wonder what his friends will choose if he brings them here….”
SRY BRO. HRD 2 TEYP. BIG THUMS. HUHUH. FEEL GUD THO. FOUND MY PLACE. LIVIN THE DREAM. BRO, IT’S … IT’S…. FUCK. CAN’T THINK OF THE WORD. FUUUUUUUCK. NEVUR THOT BEIN DUM WUD FEEL SO GUD. I M BIG NOW. BIG MEAT. U WANT 2 B MEAT LYK ME, COME HERE. I’LL B WEIGHTING, BRO. DON’T 4GET. SAVE THAT 4 L8R. HUHUHUH.
Bryant looked at the last message from his old friend. Chris had included a map pin for GPS. It had been six months since he last heard from the man. Six months. His apartment had been cleared out. A missing person’s case had long since been filed.
The police had investigated the site from the address after Bryant provided it. All they found was an old parking garage cordoned off by a chain-link fence. A warrant obtained using the information yielded no further results. The space was empty, the building abandoned. There was no sign of foul play. No drugs, no tags, no evidence of any prior occupation, save for what looked like a needle of some kind. Careful investigation revealed the space had once housed a tattoo parlor before transitioning to this structure. The needle was a part of a tattoo kit, probably left at the scene when the brick and mortar folded and went mobile.
So, why was he here now, listening to the echo of his own footsteps?
His eyes roved through the murky space as dim light flickered from the fixtures overhead. A few seconds later, he was standing in front of the fence. He’d seen the photos from the scene. The police made everything public after they’d finished chasing down the lead. And now, here he was.
“Why?” he murmured to himself. The officers had already tried everything. Did he really think he could do better?
The woven metal was cold against his fingers as they grasped the chain link. Black lines streaked over his skin, a sign of the time that had passed and the lack of human contact in the area. A wooden pallet had been laid against one side of the gate. A long metal chain draped at the other side, tied to the bar. Perhaps it was meant to prevent entry? But if so, someone had undone those efforts. It hissed, rattled, and clattered as Bryant slowly pushed the gate open. Its hinges creaked and squealed from disuse.
“It won’t work that way, you know.”
Bryant jumped in surprise and turned swiftly. The man that stood there was … average in just about every way one could imagine. He carried an unremarkable face with a pair of shaded glasses that drew one’s focus away from the remainder of his appearance while the clouded lenses obscured his eyes.
“Who are you?” Bryant finally managed to say.
The man shrugged. “I go by many names. I suppose you can call me the Gatekeeper.”
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I can’t stop taking selfies. I was never this narcissistic before, but I have just stolen this body from a dick at the gym. He was making fun of my pudgy body so I decided he needed to feel what it was like.
When the swap happened and he realized what his fate was he started to cry. I laughed in his face and grabbed my new gym bag, groping around for his car keys, and told him to have fun waiting for the bus. I used to have real bad anxiety and had never bothered to even get my license, which was unfortunate for him now.
I hopped inside my new sports car and let his muscle memory take me back to his apartment. I have been going through every item of clothing he owns, trying it on and snapping pictures. I downloaded Grindr on my new phone and started looking around. Oh look, my old body is active right now. Guess he made it back to my small, shitty apartment in the bad part of town…
Fuck, I can’t believe this is what I see in the mirror now. After this dude swapped our bodies and left me in his, I had to learn as much about my life as I could real quick.
He doesn’t drive, I feel weak and anxious all the time, and he is super poor. Earlier today I was a walking Adonis, now I am just some chubby guy who lists after men like that. Wait, lusts?
On the bus on my way to my new home, I started scrolling through his phone. He had Grindr downloaded. Im not gay but I opened it out of curiosity.
The blessing of finding yourself in a new gay body with a small dick is that at least the entire bus didn’t see my erection when I saw the guy in my old body had already set himself up with a profile.
I drooled over my old body for a minute before sending him a message. I found myself feeling like a submissive, humbling asking him to just meet with me and talk. He responded quickly, telling me that he was out of my league before blocking me, shutting me out of my own life.
Oh no, now other guys are messaging me. Guys that look like I do now. What am I supposed to do?
Recently, I had a fast. Not more than 1.500 kcal a day, only eating after 4 pm, no sweets, physical activity every day to reach a needed intake of at least 3.000 kcal per day. It was hard, but I lost so much body fat, went down from 95kg to 82kg and my sixpack has started appearing. I‘m so proud!
And yet… I feel like my destiny is something else. I train and train and fight so hard against every feeling of hunger… but when I lay down to sleep, I fantasise about stories like this one.
Like… yes, like THIS is my destiny. Reading that story again and again, it suddenly becomes so clear to me. THIS is my fate: Training my body to perfection day by day, only to have some lazy, fat guy steal that body. One quick body swap destroying all those weeks of training. Seeing myself lose all the glory I worked so hard for and being sucked into that other guys life.
Seeing him in my old body, getting horny by the sight, but exactly knowing I will never touch that beauty again. Seeing that other guy taking my place, as an athlete, as a content creator on the internet, as a husband… as a husband? Yeah, that‘s why I‘d never have a chance with that slim guy. Other than my fat belly. He‘s married. And he‘s a greater partner to his husband than I could‘ve ever been. And as this dawns upon me, that he will be doing my job of being me so much better than me, I suddenly begin to accept my fate.
I touch my obese body. I think of all the tasty stuff I can eat now. I start to do exactly that. And while I stuff my face and enjoy the ecstasy of gluttony, I say farewell to the idea of slimness, the idea of healthiness, the idea of self-control. And I say farewell to my marriage. Only in my mind, of course, because my husband - sorry, EX-husband - wouldn’t even recognise me because I’m in that strangers body, while he is unknowingly sharing the highest degree of intimacy and love - bodily and emotionally - with that stranger in my body, and he is so happy with it, that I decide to let the two of them be happy together.
After all… I‘m not really made for marriage… or love. Not that I could ever find a partner. What am I made for? Exactly. Ordering a family sized pizza to stuff my nice and round belly with, because nothing makes me happier than eating while playing video games all day or spending time on tumblr, stalking that athletic guy with his rubber stuff, giving myself some pleasure, knowing he is so far out of my league, unreachable, unless some body swap shit would happen. Yeah, if I could just leave my fat body and hop into that slim guy…
Although, I‘m such a lazy and hungry slob, I think I would immediately stop his training routine and just continue eating and ruin his perfect body, haha!
And just like that, not only several weeks of hard work are ripped away from me, but also everything else in my life, from my intelligence to my job to my art to my relationship down to even my very personality. But I‘m perfectly happy with it. Because I have my pizza. And I‘m sure it won‘t need long until I have completely adapted that other guys personality and the memory of that body swa- the memory of… what? Huh. Nevermind. Time to get comfy, prepare some Kleenex and go to tumblr and read some ‚nice stories‘…
I chuckle to myself. I really drank many cocktails to loosen my limbs and mind to be able to dance with my boyfriend and the other guys. Now I really have to empty my almost exploding bladder. I passionately kiss my boyfriend, wink at him and leave the dance floor.
In the bathroom, there strangely is not a single toilet. Instead, in the stall there is kneeling some rubber gimp with a urinal mask.
A smirk wanders into my face. „Well, well, what do we have here,“ I say, lurching towards the gimp. I open up the zipper of my pants and say with a cocky voice: „Looks like someone is about to get a little treat from me! My boyfriend won‘t let me dominate him, so you will get to enjoy that pleasure!“
I‘ve absolutely never been a sadistic guy, actually, I was really nice to everyone. Also, I‘m the more submissive one in the couple. But I‘m really drunk and seeing that gimp on the floor instantly gives me a feeling of dominance and masculinity. I suddenly feel a strong urge to show that gimp its place by completely filling it up.
But when I whip out my pride, it instantly gets rock hard. „Damn, it will be hard to piss like that,“ I say, „let alone hit the target.“
I take another step closer to the gimp. „Man, I‘m horny…“
I press and knead my shaft and fight to get the piss out. „Hah, sweet release!“, I sigh as it slowly flows down into the mask of the gimp. Smiling I let all the golden juice satisfy the moaning and gulping gimps thirst. And when I finished, listening to this low creatures moans has filled me with so much lust that I continue to knead my balls and stroke my shaft. And the gimp is doing the same with his! Something happened when that gimp drank my piss.
“Oh, yes, now you‘ll get your real treat!“, I moan in ecstasy and go on and on, until … „I … will … fill you … with … my essence!“ And I manage to ram my junk right into the reservoir of the mask, my balls sitting perfectly into the bowl and my shaft into the gimps mouth as I start screaming.
I feel hot loads of fluid shooting through my junk, into the gimps mouth, again and again, thrust by thrust, way more than I ever had shot out, it had to be litres, no dozens of them. I close my eyes and enjoy filling up that gimp with … with … I get so sleepy … my senses disappear … I fill that … gimp … with … me …
As the ecstasy and the hot satisfaction in my junk disappears, I feel something in my mouth. It‘s completely filled with a hot, slimy substance, and there‘s some fleshy thing in it! And I just have to suck it! I open my eyes, but I see nothing but blackness. What did just happen?
The shaft is pulled out of my mouth and I can swallow the substance in my mouth. I hear a zipper being pulled up. Someone pats my rubbered head and calls me a good, obedient gimp. A rush of joy fills me. A stall door is being opened and then closed. I guess he is gone. I rearrange my body into a more submissive pose to make a more fitting appearance for what I am. By completely filling me up, this guy has definitely shown me my place: Down on the floor, clothed in rubber, robbed of my identity, turned into an object by a urinal mask. A urinal mask that is more my face than my actual face is. A urinal mask my owner gave me to do my job in his club and serve his customers.
The skintight rubber I wear squeaks as it moves over my skin. The urinal mask is so tight around my head. I‘m so horny. I‘m proud for having satisfied that customer as I ought to do. I continue rubbing my throbbing junk. Maybe I can finish until the next customer arrives. Though I‘d really love to have that dominant guy from before with me, he sounded so hot and I‘d love to be dominated by him more! But he‘s probably with his boyfriend again, they will party a bit more and then leave forever, like so many other guys I pleasured in this stall room. I will stay alone here and pleasure myself like the little piece of shit that I am - oh, the bathroom door is opening! Hope master is proud of me when he hears how many customers I pleasured today!
The Jock Flight is a special set of drinks. Each one gives a different taste of jock life whether it be gym rat, sports bro, douchebag brah, smart jock, himbo jock… variations and combinations are endless based on which drinks you combine. For the few that know about it it is fairly popular since the effects are temporary and only roughly last the night. So no matter the effects or in some cases extreme personality changes there are no long term consequences. That is, unless you come back for more. In which case the changes are amplified- and permanent.
So here Nate was. The effects of last nights drinks haven’t worn off yet- he’s still enjoying the jock body and cocky persona he achieved yesterday- a mixture of gym bro next door, smart jock, and metrosexual bro finesse. It felt amazing, and he didn’t want it to end.
Double checking the notes on his phone, he chose the new flight in front of him carefully. The cup on the left is fitness bro- bound to give him a little more lean mass and charisma for a life as an influencer. The middle glass is salty clear serving of himbro sex appeal. It was the surest way to solidify him as a hung cocky wet dream. Sure it would take a huge hit to his IQ, but that’s what the last cup was for, a pure cup of bro intellect- a cocktail weighted for politics, finance, and sports since he was a jock after all. He doubted the glass of smarts at the end would be enough to counter the previous two but he figured that was going to be ok. He was still too pumped up on reckless confidence to worry about it- or consider that the smarts glass at the end might be better off taken up front, before the mindless himbo sex drive takes over. But he’ll be too intoxicated on the flight to care. So bottoms up Nate.
Let me know if there is a flight you’d like to try.
I’d certainly love experimenting with these drinks! I’d probably quickly lose control and drink too many of them
Fuck, my ass reeks! And my armpits too. God, even when i put my arms down, you can still see sweaty hair sticking out. This is fucking hell! That bitch Stacy did this. All because I didn’t want to label myself as a ‘feminist’. “Not all men are pigs” I told her. “Some can be quite nice.” She scowled at me and said “Well Hannah, if you love men so much, why don’t you just join them?”.
Now I’m some big smelly man! I hate this. My balls are always so itchy, I can’t stop tugging them through my sweatpants in public. I cant stop breathing through my mouth. I feel like a hairy ape. And this thing… in my pants. It’s monstrous.
God, i need to adjust down there. Look at this thing. It’s constantly sticking up. And it’s huge! All the girls drool at it’s imprint as I walk down the streets. I feel the need to just… stick it in something. Fuck… it feels so good when I touch it. What if I just give it a tug. Fuck. My cock. It’s not bad to just… keep rubbing it… right?
No! What am I doing?! I’m a girl. I shouldn’t have a big thick cock. I shouldn’t be thinking this way. I shouldn’t be this gross hulking ape! I’m a petite feminine girl. Think. I just need to think… god, all I can think about is my dick. It feels so good, bro.
What the hell was that? My phone? Why doesn’t my phone have a pink cover anymore? Did I always have this black one? How do I use this again? Oh yeah, that’s how it works. Dude, sometimes i can be so fuckin dumb. A text from… Stacy?
“You got what you deserved, pig!” it read.
Pig? Huh, i’m not a pig. Am I? I don’t think so… that would be pretty funny though bro. *playfully snorts*. I mean, i do smell like a pig, but who has time for showers?
No! What’s happening? I’m a smart girl! Get yourself together Hannah…ter… Hannter… Hu… Hunter. What is going on with me tonight, bro? Thinkin i’m smart and shit.
Fuck bro, look at the little man. He’s ready to cum inside some chick, get her pregnant. These smelly balls down here will guarantee that. I call him my little man, but there’s nothin little bout him. God, feels so good to touch…. wait… this isn’t me. I’m not…. fuck… these pecs… these biceps… this cock…
Fuck, my phone is blowing up. Who are all these girls texting me? This one sent me a photo… WOAH. THOSE TITS. GOD… I just wanna… fuck… so big and bouncy. I’m not… i’m not into girls… but… GOD THEY’RE JUST SO BREEDABLE.
And FUCK my homescreen! Don’t remember having some big titted blonde bitch as my screensaver. God, who are all these women following me on Instagram?
Fuck… they’re all so hot. God my dick is getting so hard. I wanna put my cock inside of them. That bitch would drop to her knees the second she saw these guns. Fuck need to flex. God look at me. I’M A GOD. I NEED TO SPREAD MY SEED. I NEED TO… IMPREGNATE.
OH FUCK. IM CUMMING. IM CUMMING.
FUCK
God, i’m still so horny bro.
Gonna make my way over to Stacy’s house. She won’t be able to resist this dick. She likes to pretend she’s above nature. Above her biological purpose. But I know when she sees me, her panties will be soaked.
And plus, one of the bros said she’s ovulating. Gotta get in there while I can, right?
Body swap method? Jade’s Fuckery Method? One with your dr self mindset strategy? I don’t know what to call this but it’s fun?
Is this a reality shifting method? Is this just a strategy to help you shift?
…Yes. Lol
This is whatever you use it as.
I do not recommend this method for shifters who experience dissociation, delusions, or psychosis.
But, if you do have a condition like those and feel like you can handle it, I would highly recommend not to do this a full day.
Overall,please be safe. :)
Some grounding methods here for if you experience issues.
OKAY SO! This idea just kind of developed to me and when I tried it out (but got interrupted) it was pretty powerful.
1.Pick a day. Full day, part of a day, rest of today, whatever works for you. Pick a day for this.
I recommend starting it from when you wake up to when you go to bed, but you do not have to. Just start some time during the day then and make sure to have a “moment” where you decide to start.
2. Okay. So now, you’re gonna be an actor.
What’s the scene?
Your scene is that you are your DR self and you have, for whatever reason, woken up in your CR body.
3.What does that look like? How do you do that?
Well, it’s mainly acting with your internal thoughts and reactions to the world around you.
I don’t recommend interacting with the environment physically as your DR self unless the people in your household understand shifting and what you’re trying or whether you’re definitely alone in a room.
Thoughts
This is gonna be the most important factor, really.
Think about it, what is your DR self like? What would they think of the change from their appearance to yours? Do they cuss a lot when confused? Do they try to figure out what’s going on? How do they react to your daily routine?
And you’re gonna answer this all in first person because you are acting as your DR self.
When I woke up and acted out this method, I had moments along the lines of this:
Oh!!! Oh that’s different, that’s not mine, as I got up and noticed my appearance. I was alone, so I examined my face at a couple of angles, and I explored my clothing with interest. This is she wears? I thought about some stuff, because Ashlyn’s taste in clothing is much more extreme than mine.
I sat at the table and listened to my mom and thought, so this must be the mom. And I ate my breakfast from Panera and I was like whoa this is good and appreciated it as if for the first time.
Megamind would love this, this reminds me of this, throughout the day, etc, and when in class, what even are we doing,etc.
I kind of pulled upon my knowledge of this world as if we were merged together, where I’d think about how I’d have class, and then acknowledge that those must be the thoughts of the person I shifted into.
Actions
I mentioned examining my face, which I did, and I also looked at my body, and clothing, and random objects around. You could morph your facial expressions to confusion and such, etc. If you’re not in a situation to do so you don’t have to.
4. If you’re using this as a full method, instead of shifting to an alternate reality, you think of it as shifting back home to a reality you truly belong in.
You could either “discover” shifting as your DR self in your body from pulling from your own knowledge and just knowing about it to get back, or maybe log into tumblr or some forum and read about shifting again as if anew and decide to do that.
I got interrupted by something that really threw off my vibes and distracted me for hours when I was doing this, but it was really powerful for me and I really felt connected to my DR self and my DR. I think I would have shifted had I done a method that night.
5.Now you can use whatever method or lack of you normally use to shift.
Put on subs, meditate, lay down and know you’ll wake up in your DR, pick a method, etc. whatever works for you!
I found the connection to my DR self I’d developed throughout the day really powerful and it helped affirm my belief it’ll work, because it’s not so much as trying to get somewhere new anymore, it’s going back to someplace you belong.
So this was all the way back in mid-September. One day, my twin asked me my thoughts on going to a different reality. Obviously I said “I wish” because I’ve been daydreaming about being in different universes pretty much since I’ve been a tiny child really invested in Winx (aka since around…7 years old? 6-7?). So she (very cautiously) started talking and explaining stuff about this thing called “reality shifting”.
I was very much intrigued, but a bit dubious ( because it really sounded too good to be true and kind of like magic, something just for “chosen ones”). So i was like okay, and how would I get to this desired reality of mine? Can it be anything? Soshe was like yes, there’s many ways, I just found out about it like yesterday, so I only know most people lay in a starfish position and probably focus on it (Obviously she was very greensand barely knew anything about it, so she really simplified everything and was wrong about a bunch of stuff. The method she was trying to describe was the Raven method,but simplified). So I just kinda said okay, sounds cool, I believe you.
So that evening, while knowing pretty much NOTHING ELSE except just laying in a starfish position and focusing, I tried to shift. I knew where I wanted to shift (aka my ATEEZ DR because I was super fixated on the group), so I laid in a starfish position, closed my eyes, and focused. I didn’t know what to focus on, so I just repeated some keywords like ATEEZ and my bias full name over and over, focusing really hard. For some context, when I usually try doing stuff like this, I start crying or get distracted. I don’t why I cry, maybe because I relax too much and some unknown suppressed emotions come up or something.
Surprisingly, I did not get distracted or start dying, I didnt even pay attention to the passage of time. I was just…calm. I think not too far in (max. probably around 15 minutes) I…no longer felt my body. I didn’t notice it atthe time, but looking back I was really detached from my surroundings to the point where I didn’t notice I felt numb. I suddenly felt like I was floating, everything was really dark. I felt like I was underwater, but I didn’t panic, didn’t even think why I could breathe. I “opened my eyes and realisedi was just under asurface of what seemed like a never ending see. I could see the water above me, even though I technically couldn’t see anything because there was no source of light. So I thought "Oh, I have to breach the surface to shift”.
So I tried. But something was keeping me right under the surface. I kept trying,but some force was keeping me from swimming up. After a last effort I breached the surface, only to see nothing but water and suddenly waking up in my room.
I realise now that I should have eitherswam downwards or kept on focusing, and the force that was trying to keep me where I was actually tried to help me. Ithink I wasn’t asleep,because I was aware of the water around me and i could “see”, but I wasn’t awake either. Maybe some sort of trance?
Anyway, this is what happened when I tried to shift with just basic knowledge and intention.
So this morning I woke up and was too lazy to get up so I decided to try and go back to sleep again. This is where it got strange. Usually, when I start to fall asleep, I can feel myself slipping into a semiconscious state, and the moment I become aware of it I wake up again. This time it was as if someone put me underwater or filled my ears. I could tell because my family was talking in the next room (the walls are thin and you can make out everything that is said) but now I only heard them faintly and I couldn’t make out what they were saying. And suddenly I thought “Oh, let’s shift to this DR”. Ans suddenly I felt like I was between both realities, in some kind of “empty space”, if that makes any sense. But for some reason I couldn’t tip over to my DR, because despite being aware (to some extent) of what was happening, I wasn’t conscious enough to focus and repeat affirmations. I think I panicked because I couldn’t remember my script (even though it isn’t mandatory, it’s a kind of anchor that helps me navigate my thoughts) and I haven’t finished the script for this DR either. So I probably woke up due to that.
But I’m super excited nonetheless! I haven’t even tried for at least à month now and suddenly this happens. I’ll try again, but I’ve had an allergic reaction recently and everything itches, so we’ll see. But this is so encouraging!
So yesterday I started feeling…weird, kind of detached, with passing momentary headaches and gott very tired. So I was like okay, I feel good about shifting tonight, so I’ll listen to a shorter subliminal and go to bed.
So I went to bed at around 21:00. I tried focusing on my breathing to get into a calm and peaceful state of mind. Of course there were auditory distractions, like my sister talking loudly in the room across, then exclaiming loudly when entering the bedroom. She also turned on the light, but I got used to it.
I didn’t shift, but what I didn’t realise is that I was conscious, but in a timeless like state? In a way? Like I wasn’t fullyconscious, but I was aware of myself. I was also aware of the light turning off, which I thought was fairly soon after my sister turned it on. No. Turns out it was almost 1,5h later. Like, my sense of time was warped.
I also had really vivid and half conscious dreams, too. My mind might be playing tricks on me, but I swear I wasn’t half asleep. I really wasn’t.
My DR’s switch between action packed adventure with the greatest future and saddest backstory or living in the woods with my cat and farming while having a peaceful life with my friends/family/or significant other. There is never an inbetween.
guess what? you don’t HAVE to do the raven method or drink 5 gallons of water a day!! everyone is wired differently and everyone’s subconscious will react to different things more or less than you will – that’s okay! what’s important to remember is that shifting is a journey! it’s a journey to discover what works best for you and what doesn’t work at all. the best thing to do is to try everything and see what makes you feel safest and most comfortable :)
— WHAT SYMPTOMS ACTUALLY ARE.
this is a HUGE misconception that went around on ShiftTok. basically, symptoms are your current physical body falling asleep. this is why sleep paralysis COULD happen – what is important is to not focus on them. acknowledgement and focusing are two different things!! you see, when you focus on symptoms or get excited about symptoms, you’re just grounding yourself in your current reality. as exciting as it is that you’re getting one step closer, focus on your breathing instead! that’ll be more helpful! also, sleep paralysis is nOT guaranteed to happen, nor is it a bad thing! if you’re nervous about it, you can always research it to help eliminate that anxiety :) that’s what helps me!
— WATER ISN’T NECESSARY.
again, nothing is exact! i added this separately because the water misconception is actually useful – you need to take care of yourself currently in able to get to your desired reality. your current reality, whether you like it or not, is the one you were designed to be in (at least, for now). taking care of your mental and physical health while preparing to shift to your desired reality is great! water helps with the headaches that will follow after subs and methods :)
— SUBCONSCIOUS POWER.
a while ago on ShiftTok, people were spreading about how Bucky Barnes has a piss kink – did you know that’s probably false?? your subconscious has sO much power, hence why scripts are important. someone, while shifting to the mcu, was most likely thinking; “i wonder if any of them have a piss kink or something weird like that?” and then bOOM they shifted, and one of the characters actually did. the reason i bring this up is to remind people why scripts are important. as an mcu shifter, i’m going to use another shifting example: before loki came out, none of the other mcu shifters had an issue with the TVA, considering that they were not consciously aware of it. i could be wrong about this, but that’s an example. point is, it’s important to keep your thoughts collected UNLESS you want that random stuff to happen. tbh, it sounds fun, but i use scripting for structure just so i can reassure myself!
— SCRIPTING POWER.
speaking of scripts, this is important. there’s importance in numbers, just as there is in the contents you’re plotting about. scripting out that 1hr CR = 6mo DR is probably not the wisest. why? because it will take a toll on your current self. when you shift back, exhaustion and mental health issues could kick in. a common saying i like to remind myself is “sometimes, less is more.” also something, be cautious when scripting traumatic stuff. these things will follow you into other realities with your subconscious, no matter what tolerance you script about it. i just want to give that warning.
— INTENT vs DESIRE.
THIS ONE. this one is SO important and what i’m currently struggling with. there’s a line between desiring something and intending to do something about that desire. setting intention is what i’m currently struggling with but it helps me to keep this mindset – there’s always a 50/50 chance that i’ll shift successfully. would i rather be in the 50 percent that gets there? or the 50 percent that wakes up here again?
anyways, i hope this helped!!! mapping out where i was a year ago versus where i am now is INSANE!! next post to anticipate : the story of my successful shift
Is this loneliness or insanity? Your face is as clear as the night sky yet I’ve never seen you before. I can sense your presence near me yet you’re nowhere to be found. I hear the unspoken words you’re telling me yet silence surrounds me. I know you very well yet at the same time I don’t.
In honor of @mrcavanaughtf‘s 28th birthday, I wanted to start his weekend off right with a nearly 7,000-word transformation story for him. Given his status as one of the best writers in the community, I truly cherish his friendship and quite frankly his mentorship as well. As such, I thought it was only appropriate to celebrate his birthday by helping him become one of his favorite hunky actors. So once again, thank you Henry for your friendship and I truly look forward to all of the fun stories we’ll create and conversations we’ll have in the future!
“Alright guys, thanks for checking out the stream and I’ll see you all next time,” Henry Cavanaugh merrily said, giving a smile to the camera before finally ending his Thursday night Twitch stream. After another good yet long Twitch stream, the teacher and part-time streamer was understandably exhausted. Given the fact that he had to teach five lessons early the next morning, Henry had no desire to cook and instead placed a food delivery order at one of his favorite restaurants.
As he awaited his order, Henry took the opportunity to brew up some coffee and sit in his living room scrolling through his emails. Just as he had expected, there wasn’t much in his inbox, but there was one email that immediately caught his eye. Upon reading the subject line that read “Congratulations Henry, you’re a winner!”, he was momentarily annoyed that the email had somehow gotten past the spam filter to end up in his main inbox. Curious though as to what he had seemingly won, the 27-year-old clicked on the email and quickly read through the details.
Congratulations Henry Cavanaugh,
You’ve been selected as the first winner of the Not All Heroes Wear Capes contest, which aims to recognize people like yourself who are underappreciated by either your superiors or society as a whole! Your name had been submitted by a friend who stated that you “needed to be rewarded for his constant hard work”. In association with DC Comics, it’s safe to say that your reward will surely be star-studded. Given our desire to have everyone recognize you for your hard work, the celebration will take place tomorrow morning at your workplace. Do not worry, this event has already been approved by your superiors. We look forward to rewarding you tomorrow!
Sincerely,
S-C Entertainment
Upon finishing up the letter, Henry had several questions running through his mind. Firstly, he was curious about who had seemingly submitted his name. While that was a valid question by itself, he still found himself confused as to what he had apparently won for the contest. He figured it must involve superheroes since DC is involved, but why did they need to show up at his workplace to give him the reward? Couldn’t they have just shipped it to him or had him head to some UK-based DC Comics office? The most important shock of all came from the organizer of the contest. S-C Entertainment was a business he knew well, it was one that his friend and fellow transformation enthusiast Nate ran. While it wasn’t out of the norm for him to use this side business to transform unsuspecting people, it was the first time that Nate had ever used the business when it came to transforming Henry. Usually, these little gift transformations that they did to each other was just some sort of private event (such as when Henry had swapped Nate’s body with his model crush Jordan Torres), so Henry was understandably intrigued by what the man had planned for him.
After his delivery finally arrived, Henry couldn’t resist thinking about his friend’s gift as he devoured his meal. The anticipation soon became too much to bear, so he decided to take a moment to message his friend before going to sleep. As he attempted to grill Nate to find out what he had in store for him, the fellow transformation writer had no intention of revealing any of his apparently well-thought-out plan. Instead, he would only slyly say “You’ll find out tomorrow…” every time Henry attempted once again to get some answers.
Realizing that Nate was fully determined on staying mum on the situation, Henry reluctantly bid his friend adieu for the night, jokingly telling him that his surprise “better be worth all of the secrecy” before finally turning off his phone and heading to bed.
Waking up the next morning, Henry immediately felt bittersweet about his Friday plans. In terms of his day, he found himself dealing with a full five lesson schedule that would surely leave him too exhausted to do a stream to ring in his birthday. But on the flipside, the final lesson of the day meant that he would finally start his well-deserved two-week vacation.
Upon finishing getting dressed, the man took a deep breath and tried his best to mentally prepare for these lessons. Although he had trouble being optimistic, he continued to remind himself that a relaxing vacation awaited him as soon as he exited the school. On top of that, he also remembered that S-C’s transformative birthday gift was supposed to occur during the contest at school today. While he was understandably anxious about what his friend had in mind for him, he was even more concerned about the potential (yet rare) chance of loathing the gift that his friend gave him.
As he finally made his way to school and began to traverse down the hallways with his coffee cup in hand, his anxiousness only worsened while taking in the sights around him. The students were rough-housing even more than usual, so much so that Henry found himself bobbing and weaving around the crowded halls to prevent any collision with any child. Given his already rather low spirits, Henry knew that his day would instantly be ruined if some child rammed into him and caused the cup to spill the still-hot brew all over his dress clothes. Despite the slight time delay due to his desire to be careful, Henry breathed a sigh of relief as he finally entered his classroom with his coffee cup still full and his clothes in-tact. Taking a seat at his desk, the man quickly reacquainted himself with the day’s lesson plans and waited for the final morning bell to ring.
For the first two lessons, Henry found himself struggling to remain focused on the lectures he was supposed to teach. Given his public video statement at the school during Pride month that revealed himself to be an openly bisexual man, the faculty found itself eager to give those LGBT-specific lessons to him to teach. While the teacher was certainly open to teaching these topics and encouraging an open dialogue to help sway students to become more tolerant and accepting, the lingering thought of what kind of gift he would receive from S-C Entertainment kept him from being completely present in the discussion.
Just as he began to settle into his third lesson (this one being a palette cleanser focusing on film) though, his desire for answers was finally rewarded as the door of his classroom suddenly burst open. Upon directing his attention to the doorway, Henry watched as a blonde-haired and glasses-wearing woman casually stepped into the room.
“Uh, can I help you?” Henry inquired, somewhat annoyed by the sudden intrusion.
“Hello there. Mr. Cavanaugh, right?,” the blonde asked, to which Henry wordlessly nodded. “Great,” she continued, “We’re here for the contest. Sorry it took a bit, traffic was absolutely crazy due to all of the press showing up here for this event!”
“Wait a minute, there’s going to be press?” Henry inquired, growing increasingly anxious as he suddenly heard the sound of talking outside begin increasing in volume. .
“Of course! It’s not everyday that a celebrity shows up to reward a local for their hard work,” the woman responded, grinning at Henry with an expression that seemed incredibly forced. Just before her fake smile could falter though, the sudden yet light knocking on the other side of the door allowed her to turn away in the nick of time. “Speaking of that celebrity, it seems like he’s finally ready to see you,” she continued, grasping onto the door handle and pulling it open without any fanfare.
As Henry looked up at the figure standing in the doorway, his jaw immediately dropped upon locking eyes with fellow Brit Henry Cavill. “Holy shit,” he exclaimed, taking a moment to quickly put his hand over his mouth and apologize to the younger students that were still in the room. But upon doing that quick statement, the man’s attention was once again fully devoted to the sight before him. For countless years, his friends and family had told him he had a striking resemblance to the Superman actor, but despite noticing some similarities, Henry was still absolutely starstruck by his surprise. While he wasn’t sure how S-C had been able to convince Cavill to show up for this contest, Henry knew for a fact that he would have to send his friend a very lengthy message thanking him for his birthday surprise.
While still remaining behind his desk, Henry found himself relieved by the desk since it allowed him to fully conceal his immediate boner, which only began to throb harder and faster with each step closer Henry Cavill made towards him. As the actor finally made his way to the other side of the desk, he was quick to make himself at home by sitting on the edge and extending a hand towards the open-mouthed man.
“Hey, the name’s Henry. It’s nice to meet you!” the man merrily said, which only caused more butterflies to emerge throughout the teacher’s stomach as he took ahold of the hand and shook it. Immediately, the man was impressed by the actor’s strength as it was on full display from the strong grip he had around his hand. Instinctively, Henry’s eyes wandered further up Cavill’s arm to take in the sight of his broad biceps concealed within the dark blue sweater he wore. While he tried his best to keep his composure, the teacher’s mind was quick to jump to erotic and incredibly not safe for the workplace areas as he envisioned Cavill ripping off his clothes and taking Henry right there on his own desk.
So, as he began to introduce himself, it wasn’t too shocking that the man found himself tripping over his own words. “Uh, hello there. You’ve uh, you’ve got quite the strong grip there dude! My name is Henry as well, Henry Cavanaugh.” While it was already clear that Henry was nervous, it was still incredibly annoying for him to hear himself talking so strangely. He had never called anyone “dude” or “bro” before unless it was ironically!
Despite the slight annoyance brewing in his head for slipping up already, this wouldn’t be the last embarrassing thing that the man experienced during his conversation with the man. As soon as the man’s eyes darted up and caught sight of Cavill’s perfectly aligned white teeth, angular facial features, and blue eyes, he found himself once again stumbling over his words. “It’s nice to see - I mean meet you. I’ve always wanted to be you - uh, meet you. I meant to say that I’ve always wanted to meet you!” He knew that it wasn’t every day that he got to meet his superhero crush and also apparent lookalike, but goddamn could he at least calm down a bit?! While there was certainly more that he wanted to say, the man opted to instead close his mouth to save himself from further embarrassment. While it was true that Henry had certainly fantasized about becoming Cavill from time to time (who could necessarily blame him?), the constant Freudian slips in his sentences left the transformation writer uninterested in speaking further as his cheeks shifted to a shade of bashful pink.
Although Henry Cavill had more than enough reasons to be uncomfortable around the thirsty teacher, he was able to hide any potential disgust with ease as he smiled back at the contest winner. “Well that’s sweet of you to say,” the actor replied, “It’s always a joy to meet dedicated fans like yourself!” As he put his hands on his hips, Cavill finally took the opportunity to break his attention away from the teacher and look at the shellshocked kids equally excited about being in the man’s presence. “Now, would you kids like to help me celebrate your teacher with some cake and surprises? If you guys behave yourselves, you can even be a part of the photos we take!” the man joyfully said, which elicited plenty of cheers and eager head-nods from the children.
As Henry watched the actor look over towards the blonde woman who he presumed to be the man’s agent and nod his head, the teacher watched as the door of the classroom once again opened. But instead of yet another celebrity on the other side of the door, a mousy brunette wheeled in a gigantic cart that had a large cake and a slew of drinks on it. At a rapid pace, the young brunette girl set up the drink station on an empty desk nearby and began to light the candles in the cake. Before Henry could even ask what was going on, the female agent grasped onto his forearm and pulled him over to the cake. Looking over to her, the woman refused to apologize for her manhandling, instead telling him to blow out the candles. Despite the annoyance at being moved like cattle, Henry complied with the request and quickly blew the several candles out.
For the next thirty minutes or so, Henry found himself giving small interviews to a few local news publications who were covering the contest while everyone else enjoyed the festive food and drinks. Before long though, the female agent was quick to announce that it was time for the photoshoot to occur. As Henry Cavill made his way up towards the front of the room, the teacher also finally began to break away from a journalist and follow the man up towards the front. But just as he was about to make it past the slew of desks, the man suddenly found himself colliding with a nearby student who was frantically running with a piece of cake and a freshly poured cup of soda. Given his speed, there was nothing Henry could do to prevent the cake flying up and splattering against his white dress shirt. The kid’s soda had also made an impact with his clothing, spilling right onto his crotch and down his legs.. Gasping in pure shock from the cold drink’s impact, Henry couldn’t help but clench his fists in anger at the situation at hand. While he wanted nothing more than to take photos with the actor, his outfit was now completely ruined and most certainly unfit for a professional photoshoot. While he stood there in pure shock and anger, his eyes met the bulky actor as if in search of some assistance.
“Oh dear, I’m so sorry!” Henry Cavil said sympathetically, taking the opportunity to try and help out the embarrassed contest winner. “Don’t worry though, I have some spare clothes in my trailer that you can borrow if you’d like. I don’t think we’re a perfect match given the size difference, but I think something is better than nothing right?” He said before flashing a charming smile to try and conceal the veiled jab at the teacher’s lacking musculature.
Without even waiting for Henry to say yes, the female agent quickly approached him and grasped onto his arm. “Follow me,” she sternly said, pulling him along towards the door of the classroom.
“Wait, what about the students?” Henry said aloud, worried about possibly getting in trouble for leaving them alone with an actor and a bunch of journalists.
“Don’t worry, I can handle it,” the actor said with a grin. “Everything will be fine, go get changed and I’ll tell the kids some secrets from the sets of DC,” he continued, which caused the entire room to grow silent as they eagerly awaited the information.
While he wasn’t entirely sold on the concept, Henry found himself nodding his head and mouthing “thank you” to the actor before finally being led out of the classroom and into the trailer a block or two down from the school itself. Throughout the whole journey, the woman remained completely silent, refusing to even offer up a name when Henry tried to introduce himself and make himself appear friendly to her. In fact, the only words she said came when they arrived into the trailer. “Head to the back of the trailer into Henry’s bedroom. Pick something simple and change into it quickly, there’s people waiting on us,” she commanded, her voice remaining as monotone yet stern as ever.
Despite his annoyance at her shity attitude, Henry nodded his head and made his way back towards the bedroom. While he wanted nothing more than to curse her out and tell her to stop being an asshole to him, the sticky and wet sensation of his soda-soaked pants left him desperate to change first more than anything. So as Henry entered the bedroom, he was bemused to see that some sets of clothing were already laid out on the bed. Although he had no way of knowing, he assumed these clothes were the unused options for the event’s attire.
Just as he found himself opting to pick one of the already pre-selected options, the sight of a bright red trail of fabric sticking out of the back of a nearby closet caught Henry’s eye. With innate curiosity, he couldn’t help but move towards the closet and slowly peel back the door. As light finally began to shine into the dark closet, the man couldn’t help but gasp as he found himself staring at the actor’s Superman costume. Given his intense enjoyment of cosplay, there was nothing more exciting to Henry in that moment than getting to look closely and touch the very suit that he had seen in countless superhero films. While running his hand down along the slick and high-quality fabric, there was nothing Henry wanted more than to put on the suit and try it on.
Despite his mind telling him that it was a bad idea and that he could get in trouble if caught by the rude woman waiting for him outside the trailer, he couldn’t resist succumbing to his desires. So upon yanking the costume off the hanger, Henry quickly paced into the connected bathroom before shutting the door behind him. Acting on pure excitement, he wasted no time pulling off all of his clothes (even his underwear) and slipping completely into the iconic Superman suit.
Upon securing himself into the suit, the man grasped onto the velvety-smooth cape and pulled it over his back to conceal the eyesore of a zipper. Turning towards the mirror, Henry smiled with child-like wonder as he took the opportunity to flex within the suit and show off his modest muscles. Although they were a far cry from Cavill’s bulky physique, Henry felt content by the fact that his build didn’t look entirely out of place in the suit. Sure there was certainly room for improvement to make the suit skin-tight on his body, but he was still considering it a win that he was able to even properly wear the suit at all.
Henry stared into the mirror for several seconds before reminding himself not to get too transfixed due to the short time constraint he had before the woman would surely check up on him. Eager to document the fact that he had worn the suit though, Henry grabbed onto his phone and unlocked it before opening up the camera app. While he was too busy taking some selfies posing in the suit, he was oblivious to the fact that his continued usage of the suit was manifesting a life-changing transformation.
It wasn’t until Henry caught sight of the red Superman emblem on his chest changing color that he realized that something strange was happening. As he both looked into the mirror at his reflection and through the lens of his camera, he realized that the red emblem was beginning to glow. With each breath he took, this light red color grew in intensity until it looked like his chest had an S-shaped flame on it. Unsure of what was going on yet eager to prevent any sort of injury, Henry frantically pulled back the cape and searched for the zipper to pull down. But as his hands continued to wander, escape seemed out of the question as no zipper appeared to exist on the suit anymore.
Although the concept of a zipper magically disappearing was enough to leave him scratching his head for days, the man’s attention was too busy focused on the sudden heat that was now accompanying the glowing red emblem. It grew hotter and hotter until eventually, his chest felt like a volcano. Gritting his teeth, he loudly growled in pain and unknowingly initiated his birthday transformation…
Immediately, a sudden wave of both relief and tightness began to rock through every inch of the man’s body. Dropping his phone due to the sudden pain, Henry could only stare into the mirror and watch as the changes manifest in front of him. Despite not being able to see his body from underneath the suit, the man watched as the sleeves of the suit suddenly began to expand as much desired bulk began to fill in his already muscular arms. This growth was awe-inspiring, as made evident by Henry’s gasps and wide eyes as he watched the blue sleeves expand like a balloon filling with air. Within no time, the entire sleeves of both arms had reached their limits as he gained the ideal physique to perfectly fill the suit. Taking a moment despite the discomfort, Henry couldn’t help but lift his arm up and squeeze the bulk concealed within the blue fabric of his upper arms. His flexed biceps were rivaling the size of volleyballs, which didn’t look out of place due to the fact that his forearms had also widened in tandem. Every inch of his arms from his biceps to his hands had undergone an incredible change, which only made Henry more intrigued as to what was going to happen next.
The suit itself also seemed eager to find out as well, as the man soon felt the same waves of growth ripple across his entire torso. Looking down in curiosity, Henry watched as each pec began to bloat and grow increasingly firm until he found himself in possession of an above-average but not extreme set of pecs. That ripple continued to move its way down his stomach, causing him to do a series of forced belly rolls that brought forth one-by-one a complete six pack of abdominal muscles. While they were certainly not as emphasized as the suit made them appear to be, Henry was completely overjoyed to run his wider fingers along his stomach and know that he truly did have a complete six-pack now.
Continuing downward, everything from the waist downward began to undergo its changes simultaneously. His thighs were rapidly widening, growing to the point where he strained to make even the slightest of movements in fear of ripping out of the tight fabric that was already constricting his muscles while standing still. Surely after today, he would have quite a problem finding pants that would fit his immense lower body.
While his thighs grew, the teacher’s ass and cock were undergoing their own changes to make him as heroic as ever. Each ass cheek expanded and grew until they rivaled the size of a bowling ball, only being hindered and forced to stop by the constriction from the non-stretchy suit. Moving each hand over his meaty ass cheeks, Henry couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement. He had often had conversations with Nate about their shared appreciation of men’s asses, so it was amusing to find himself now with an ass that would surely receive praise from both of them.
As if to interrupt Henry’s ass-appreciation session though, the front half of his waist began to undergo its changes as Henry felt his already-firm cock grow harder and harder as the intense heat of the emblem made its presence known. His package felt extremely heated now and began to grow until it completely filled out the crotch of the suit. Despite being a fairly average endowed man, the suit was eager to reward Henry further by causing him to grow to over 9” long with a significant amount of girth. With all of these changes continuing to affect his body, the man couldn’t stop himself from beginning to leak pre-cum into the suit as he watched himself truly undergo his own superhero origin story!
While his calves and feet also grew slightly in size to turn him into a more intimidating and buff individual, the heat that had dissipated from his crotch was making its grand return around his shoulders and head. With these sections of his body not having the suit covering it up, Henry was able to watch firsthand as his trap muscles began to rise and fall. Despite the eerie visual that made it seem as if the muscles were breathing, the teacher was overjoyed to watch his shoulders broaden in order to fulfill the appropriate build of a superhero.
But while most of the changes by the suit involved changes in muscle tone, the changes that affected Henry’s head were eager to do more than some simple changes. This was first made evident to him as he felt both the sensation of heat and numbness permeate throughout his entire skull. Given that he already bore a resemblance to Henry Cavill, such as his nose and similar shade of blue eyes, there wasn’t much to change about the teacher. So in reality, the most severe changes came to his jawline and the man’s hair. Even through the narrowed eyes, Henry could watch in disbelief as his features shifted and grew more angular. His jawline stretched and became much more prominent as his face then lost its rounded edge and gained a sculpted shape that looked as if it had been constructed in a lab due to just how perfect it looked. As if to punctuate his new facial structure, the man watched as a dimple emerged onto his chin, which quickly shifted to give the man a modelesque cleft chin. Then from the roots down, Henry could only stare in disbelief as his light brown hair grew shades darker until it resembled Henry Cavill’s own dark black shade, which had suavely slicked itself back to perfect the superhero look.
Upon watching the final step of his transformation occur, Henry was understandably shocked and unsure of what to do. Somehow, his friend had found a way to turn him into a complete doppelganger of the hunky Superman actor. Was his love for cosplay so obvious that S-C knew that Henry would be unable to resist trying the suit on? It was annoying to realize that he had been so predictable, however he wasn’t entirely too upset given the end result staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. In fact, he couldn’t help but smile every time he caught sight of his new self.
Staring at himself in the mirror though, he found himself unsure of how to proceed. Should he be stereotypical and immediately jerk off looking into the mirror like he often had the characters in his stories do after their transformations? Should he just focus on pulling off the suit and getting a closer look at the even more muscular frame he now possessed? While his mind would have surely been able to come up with more possibilities, a sudden banging on the other side of the door caused Henry to stop his train of thought.
“Hey Henry, are you ready yet?” the familiar sound of the female agent’s stern voice called out. “We need to hurry up and get the hell out of here!” the woman coldly continued, which only caused Henry to grow more enraged about the woman’s behavior. He understood that Henry Cavill was a big actor with countless jobs and press that he needed to do, but it was so shitty how dismissive she was of both the contest and him in general. As such, the man acted rather instinctively as he pulled open the bathroom door in anger.
“Why are you being such an arse about this contest?” Henry growled as he stared directly into the woman’s eyes. But as he found himself staring at the reflection of a suited up Henry Cavill being reflected in her glasses, the man instantly stopped what he was doing. Clearly, he had acted irrationally and now his secret transformation had been revealed before he could sneak out of the trailer.
“Uh, because you’ve got to get back to set soon? We only got production to halt for a few hours so you can do this contest,” the woman said, which caused Henry’s face to turn into a look of pure surprise and confusion. Clearly though, the woman was quick to catch on and respond to the expression on your face. “What’s going on with you? From what I recall, you were dreading this idiotic contest this morning too!”
As Henry took the opportunity to comprehend the woman’s words, it quickly dawned on him that the transformation had an additional side effect. Somehow, it caused the people around him to believe him to be the real Henry Cavill! While this was certainly a relief for him to find out, it left him wondering about what will happen once he finds the real Henry back in the classroom. Will reality rewrite itself where the real Henry has some new identity as a twin brother?
Clearly desperate to see what was going to happen, the man’s face shifted into an eager grin as he tried his best to play the part. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I was just having too much fun that I forgot about returning to set,” Henry responded, trying his best to explain the apparent forgetfulness about his job as an actor. “That teacher just seems like a nice guy, so I want to give him a good party!” he continued, which caused the woman to just roll her eyes.
“Alright Mr. Philanthropy, then let’s get out of the trailer and surprise these kids before giving that poor teacher one last thrill before heading out!”
While he still wasn’t quite a fan of the woman’s snarky tone, he was willing to oblige with her request and thus followed her out of the trailer and back into the school. Upon stepping out of the crowded trailer, the transformed man took the opportunity to roll his shoulders and adjust to his new form before finally following the woman. As he roamed the halls of the building, he couldn’t help but smile instead of frown. When he was Henry Cavanaugh, these hallways were a constant source of dread and impending doom for a career that he wished so desperately to get out of. But now as Henry Cavill, these halls provided intrigue and mystery that left his heartbeat incredibly frantic and eager to see what would happen. Given the fact that these feelings mixed with the extreme discomfort he felt inside the tight suit, it was honestly shocking to him that he didn’t faint as he pulled open the door to surprise not only his former students but also the real Henry Cavill.
However as he walked into the room and scanned it for the hunky actor, he instead found someone else entirely staring back at him. The real actor had somehow undergone his own transformation, because instead of seeing that gorgeous face and buff body sitting in a chair, he instead found a replacement Henry Cavanaugh sitting in his place. While he hadn’t expected to see his old self staring back at him, Henry found himself excited to see the look of excitement emerging on both the children in the classroom and the actor-turned-teacher. Obviously, his thought of reality warping everyone’s minds had been correct, which was a huge relief and insanely erotic concept. With the former Cavill acting so giddy upon seeing the suited-up man, it told Henry that the man clearly had no idea of who he used to be. Somehow, S-C’s contest had made it so Henry Cavill’s transformation into Henry Cavanaugh made the man and the children he was around believe that he had always been the teacher. Indeed this was true, with reality altering so the teacher-turned-actor made his way out to change into his Superman costume rather than get a replacement pair of clothes from a spilled drink.
With the cameraman still in the room, Henry was quick to move things along so he could hopefully get some alone time with his replacement. As such, he took the opportunity to do a quick conversation and photo with every student before sending them out of the room along with his new agent and the journalists to talk alone to the new teacher. Staring back at himself, Henry was quite amused by getting an outsider’s perspective of his innate awkwardness as the teacher adjusted his pants in a poor attempt to conceal his raging boner. While the new Henry Cavanaugh was clearly quite bashful as he made his way up to the actor, the replacement Cavill was savoring every moment of it. That former shame and awkwardness for the obvious thirst he felt had been swapped out for feelings of pure pride and cockiness as he realized that he was now the object of “his own” desires.
“It’s great to see you again Henry, did you have a great time?” the new Henry Cavill coolly stated, taking the opportunity to put his hands on his hips and pull off a heroic-style pose for the now-younger man’s amusement.
“Ye-yeah, I had a fantastic time. How could I not? I got to meet Henry fucking Cavill!” the teacher cried out, blushing as he failed to hide his own excitement about the situation.
“Well that’s very kind of you to say Henry,” the actor responded, smirking once more as a fun idea emerged in his mind. “Say, would you like to feel the suit?” he continued, that grin widening to devilish levels as the man eagerly shook his head yes. All too willing to give his former body something to talk about and remember forever, Henry lifted his arm up and flexed his impressive biceps. Transfixed on the bulging muscle, the teacher’s hands instinctively moved towards the upper arms to take in both the hardness of his body and the slick feel of his suit.
Turning around, Henry Cavill moved his cape out of the way and encouraged the smaller man to take a moment to admire every inch of the suit. With his face turned to the other side, Henry couldn’t help but smirk as the man’s hands traversed across his broad back and even took a moment to graze against the perky ass cheeks that were stretching the suit to the max. “I heard from my agent that you like cosplay, so hopefully getting an up-close opportunity with this suit can give you some ideas to maybe make your own someday,” Henry teased, turning his head and smiling at the young man who was eagerly shaking his head.
“Oh yeah, I’d love to create a suit like this one day. Obviously I couldn’t fill it out as well as you can, but it would certainly be a fun time…” the man said, his words trailing off before he could finish the sentence. Instead, his hands seemed to continue the conversation as the extremely horny teacher found himself unable to resist reaching around the front of the suit to feel the man’s meaty inner thighs and tight bulge constricted within the suit.
While he was clearly enjoying this impromptu muscle worship session, Henry wasn’t wanting things to get too out of hand and thus moved away from the man before turning around. As he looked at the man’s wide eyes and used his peripheral vision to glance downwards at the still-rock hard boner in his pants, Henry knew that he was successfully able to give his old body and the former actor one last thrill that would last with him forever. But as much as he wanted to spend time with his old self, he was even more interested in jumping right into the actor’s life when it came to working on a film set.
“So Henry, I’m sorry but I’ve got to head out and get back to set. I know you understand, but I’ve had a great time here. It was more life-changing than you’ll ever know,” Henry Cavill slyly said, amused by the fact that the new teacher would have no idea what he was truly talking about. Extending his hand out, the new actor was quick to display his new strength after having Henry Cavanaugh grasp onto it. Even as the new teacher gasped in slight discomfort, Henry’s grip remained tight throughout the handshake until he deemed it time to finally let go. Turning on his heels, Henry finally pulled his hand away and made his way towards the door. Stopping at the doorway though, Henry turned and gave one last smile back at the man whose life he had completely taken over. After taking a second to mentally thank him for his sacrifice and apologize for the impending feelings of being ignored and underappreciated, Henry Cavill made his way out of the school and back onto the trailer to return to the site of his newest film production.
* * * * *
Upon arriving at the small home close to the studio that the film production had rented for their lead actor, the man formerly known as Henry Cavanaugh was quite amused by the events of his day. Not only had he essentially swapped bodies and lives with his celebrity lookalike and long-term crush Henry Cavill, but he also got to spend the later portion of his day seamlessly pulling off his role on a nearby film production. The man hadn’t expected the first few takes to be a breeze, but they ended up being just that as he was seemingly able to tap into the man’s innate ability as if it was muscle memory.
After dropping his bag near the doorway, Henry sauntered his way over to a nearby couch and fell back into it. Just as he took a moment to close his eyes and take a breather, the sudden ding of a wall clock caused him to look up. Amusingly, the clock he stared at had just struck midnight, which would have made it Henry Cavanaugh’s official 28th birthday. But despite not being able to celebrate the festivities in his old body, Henry felt quite at peace with his new 38-year-old self. While it wasn’t quite ideal to lose practically 10 years of life over the course of a day, Henry viewed that as simply a small price to pay for a life of success and vitality. In fact, he had never been wealthier or felt better in his life!
Leaning further back into the couch, Henry couldn’t help but chuckle as he thought back to the contest that his friend had awarded him with. While it was true that not all heroes wear capes, Henry couldn’t help but smirk to himself as he thought about how nice it was to know that he actually did now…
* * * * *
In the few weeks since his body swap, the new Henry Cavill was pleased to find that life was still an absolute dream. Not only was he consistently able to seamlessly deliver top-tier acting performances whenever he was on set, but he was only a few days away from celebrating his own 39th birthday on May 5th. While it was true that he was insanely wealthy and could easily purchase anything he wanted, he still found himself eager to get himself a small birthday present for himself.
Despite how the other actors on set joked with him about his “nerdiness”, Henry was all too eager to use the time in-between takes to discuss the custom PC that he had ordered and was spending time putting together in his free time after getting home from set. Although his life was fairly hectic as a global superstar, Henry found himself still devoted to living a life somewhat similar to his old one.
Since the replacement Henry Cavanaugh was still working extremely hard on creating transformation-themed content for his Patreon and Tumblr accounts, the new Cavill felt no desire to return to that realm of writing. To him, he felt as though when you yourself undergo a dream transformation, there’s nothing much more you can write that really inspires you to write anything new and creative. So as such, his focus was instead narrowing in on his new love for streaming. Given his devilish good looks, killer personality, and level of fame, it wasn’t much of a surprise that Henry Cavill instantly became the #1 streamer on Twitch. No matter how hard anyone could try to convince him to host their streams upon finishing, Henry couldn’t resist sending his tens of thousands of followers to support a small British teacher by the name of Henry Cavanaugh…
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