I just want to say thank you to all my followers! Never thought I would get so much love on here for something I enjoy doing. Thanks to you all I had nearly 8,500 likes! Here is to 2018 and many more transformations. I seem to see a trend with this year’s top posts…..*cough dick and ass cough*
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This story is part of a collaboration with @mrcavanaughtf. To read his side of the story click here.
Sebastian Stan was doing well in life. He was a popular
actor who many fans adored for his portrayal of Bucky Barnes, the sidekick of
Captain America. He was doing well and loved all the attention he got now after
years as a struggling actor.
Christmas had been great, he spent it with family and
friends but returned to his trailer for filming to pick back up for a few days.
Sebastian had a few beers and ended up passing out in a chair.
Sebastian had weird dreams…he woke up in the chair and everything
in the room looked backwards. Words on items were backwards, everything just
looked off. He wasn’t sure what was going on. He looked into the mirror but
something about it just seemed off, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.
As Sebastian looked around he suddenly felt himself standing
up. He looked around as his body almost seemed to move on its own. He freaked
out trying to talk…trying to fight this…but he kept moving toward well himself.
He couldn’t figure out what was happening.
Sebastian looked at himself…seeing his tight grey t-shirt
that he had fallen asleep wearing. Then suddenly he felt himself moving and
pulling off the shirt revealing his muscular chest and abs. Sebastian felt
himself moving around without him having any control. It wasn’t until his body
reached forward that he realized what was going on…he felt glass. Somehow
Sebastian was inside the mirror looking at his self. How could he be turned
into his own reflection? Who is controlling his body?
Sebastian flexed and made faces as the person controlling
his body showed off their new body. He wanted to scream…wanted to beg for help,
but he was stuck. Soon he turned and started to walk away as his body left the
area. That is when Sebastian could move on his own…only then could he look
around this weird backwards world. He found himself suddenly getting pulled
around as his reflection…well him would appear in different surfaces as this
imposter moved around.
Sebastian had no idea what had happened…but only hoped this
was a bad dream he would be waking up from soon.
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Growing up I always envied my oldest brother, Darren. He was
bigger, stronger, manlier than me. I was the youngest of 3 boys and so was the
smallest. I didn’t get the testosterone like the others. No matter how much I
worked out, I just couldn’t grow muscles.
Darren would also tease me because I was gay. Not like he
was being mean he would just do the brotherly joking about the types of guys I
was hooking up with…you see most were big “daddy” types, almost like him.
One night we were hanging out drinking. Not something the
two of us did often, but it was fun occasionally. I was really starting to feel
drunk, but Darren didn’t seem effected by the shots and beer at all. I on the
other hand was starting to feel really drunk…and when that happens I sometimes
say things I really shouldn’t.
“Darren, I am jealous of you…you are so big and masculine…I
want to be like you” I mumble in my drunken state to him.
He looks up shocked “Bro…you are so confident…I can’t
believe you feel the need to look like me to be happy.”
I kept drinking forgetting what I had just told him. As the
night went on I mumbled more about Darren and how he looks. Darren helped care
for me seeing how drunk I was. What I didn’t know was my big macho brother was
jealous of me too. Jealous of how I didn’t care what others said, and wasn’t
afraid to be myself. Since coming out I had been a nicer person and fun to be
around. Darren was jealous that I wasn’t afraid to not settle down. That is
when he started working on his plan, to give us both what we wanted.
The last thing I remembered was Darren carrying me up to bed
since I was too drunk to even climb the stairs. I had weird dreams that night
of hooking up with hot women…them rubbing my hairy chest.
I groaned waking up surprised I wasn’t feeling as terrible
as I expected after a night of drinking. I rubbed my chest feeling hair. I was
so confused looking down. I have chest hair, and a tattoo…this wasn’t right. I
quickly sit up and see my reflection…only what I see is Darren staring back at
me.
“What the hell is going on?” I say getting up….it was weird being
taller and weighing more. I rushed into Darren’s room to see my body sleeping
there. How could my body be laying there? I shake it. “Darren? What is going
on?”
He groans rubbing his head “Bro not so loud…damn you really
can’t handle that much booze. How you are liking my bod?” He smiled at me.
“What is going on? How did this happen? Darren…you got to
fix us.” I say freaking out that I am somehow my brother.
He just smiled at me. “No can-do brother…at least not for a
while. I used up all the ingredients to do this one. Come on we get to
experience life like the other. It will be fun. Think of this as the best
Christmas gift you could ask for.”
I wanted to protest…but I got to say this did feel nice. I
was the type of man I admired. I felt amazing, strong and masculine. I can’t
believe Darren would do this for me…I might have to call up one of his chicks
and try out this straight life. Or with me in the driver’s seat…this bi-life,
since I want to show those twinks what a real man does. Will have to thank
Darren sometime…because I am starting to think there is no going back to the
way it was before.
Hey all,
Taking this week off to work on some special captions for Christmas. What would you all like to see? Let me know!
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