The Ultimate Witness Protection

Authors Note: This story is a collaboration between Derek (muscledrain) and YoungTrevor.


“What the fuck? You said I would be safe!”

Will yelled at the phone. He couldn't believe what he just heard. It was Deputy U.S. Marshall Max Richardson. He said Will's son Tyler had accidentally revealed his real name and now it was necessary for them to be relocated to another state again.

Will's troubles had started years ago when he had witnessed, along with his son, the murder of a con man in charge of the company Will worked for. Although he had managed to convince everyone he didn't know about his boss's shadier deals, he was a marked man after that. The assassins had chased after him but he had gotten his son to safety, speeding through traffic and to a local police station. Ever since this had happened, they had been to a number of small towns where Will worked menial jobs. None of them were up to his ability. He had worked in a warehouse, a deli, a thrift shop. He took it out on Tyler as often as he could. Tyler just had no idea how hard he worked for so little. And how his life been absolutely ruined.  Tyler didn't care about anything but himself. He never stopped to think about Will's hard work. No, it was dad I need a skateboard. Dad, I need a laptop. Dad, you don't make enough money. 

He often yelled at the kid and grounded him. And raised absolute hell the last time this had happened. Tyler complained that he couldn't get close to anyone. So he talked. To girls, mainly, ones that he wanted to "get close" to. Will was infuriated by these "slip ups". The entire school Tyler went to went wild when one girl told everyone there. So they had to move. Again. Last time he'd taken a belt to the kid and he thought that was enough incentive but it looks like Tyler was being willful and defiant. There was no other explanation.

An hour later, Will was led to an interrogation room where Tyler was already waiting.

“Tyler, how many times did I tell you? You are grounded for life!”

“Dad, I'm so sorry...”

They were cut short by Richardson. “Will, you are in a bad situation. It seems Petrofsky already got some information about you. He got wind of it and sent some of his men to snoop around. Now, Will, you happen to know some very sensitive information about our government. Back when you worked for your boss, rest his soul, you read classified documents he had obtained about military secrets and contracts unknown to the public. You also aided us in capturing at least one of the men who killed him. And you handed all of the paperwork you had. This is why we've been so interested in helping you avoid such a possible calamity as getting caught. In spite of the fact that I have always suspected you knew more than you said you knew, I like you Will. You have a mind on you and now you're working shit jobs. Well, so are a lot of people. But my point is, you have potential. I think you know how to help your country. That helps us. We help you back. And we can help each other out yet again. So this time, we're going to do something a little different."

"What, ship us out to Alaska?" I said drily. 

"That would be so cool!"

"Tyler, shut up! You're grounded. Don't talk."

"We're not going to provide you a whole new identity. We're going to give you both a new body.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“We're going to swap your bodies with someone else. It's a recently developed technology but we have a couple of successful cases.”

“I can't believe this.”

"We realized during certain cloning experiments that we could take tissue from a sample donor and grow a body for it, but there's nothing upstairs. It's just empty brain matter, waiting to be filled. We'll record your entire mind and download it into those bodies."

"You're telling me that you actually have the technology to do this? Like Avatar?"

"Actually...we've had this technology since the 1960s. But you didn't hear it from me," Richardson smiled a dark smile. "And you young man. What are we going to do with your big goddamn mouth?"

"I...I don't know." 

"Well I do. Come this way." They followed Richardson into a room where a few photographs had been spread out. "These are possible recipients for your mind's data. Now, we have had the technology to do this for a while but we only recently...learned how it works, how it operates. We need volunteers so we can gather as much information as possible. It helps us in our...endeavors. These are the potential bodies for you, Will, and for you, Tyler."

“Jeez, what the hell? These are all toddlers!” Tyler yelled, getting freaked out, his eyes darting for some escape. 

“I'm sorry, Tyler. We can't provide you an adult body and I don't think you would want to be a girl, right?”

"So give me a body my age!"

"The pre pubescent and pubescent stages have some difficulty transferring. You could be downloaded and not download properly. If that happens you would essentially die, and we can't risk that because the percentages are against it. If you download into a grown adult body or a boy 5 or younger you have a very high success rate."

“But this is so not fair! I'm 12 and half! This is crazy! I'm not gonna do this!”

“Shut up Tyler! I think this is just desserts for you recklessness.” Will barked at his son. "Maybe you'll learn something from being much younger all over again. And maybe this time you'll keep your grades up. You'll be the smartest kindergartner in your class!"

"I hate you so much!"

"Yeah well, I am your father. You don't have to like me. As long as you do what I say and keep your mouth shut. And I'm guessing no one would believe a 5 year old who claims to be the witness to murder involving alien UFO cover ups, am I right?"

"Right you are!" Richardson replied. "So sign these legal waivers and vows of silence and sworn testimonies...here, here, here. Tyler, I don't require your signature as your father can sign for you."

"I'd be more than happy to!" Will signed all of them with flourish. He looked eagerly at my son. Soon he wouldn't be half the problem he had been and he'd be ten times easier to discipline. He could just carry him up to his room and lock him up whenever the mood struck me! How he'd longed for the ability to do that lately!

"Now, Will, if you can just make the choice for yourself..."

"Him. How about him? He looks huge!"

"That would be model J9. Now we can't make too many copies of any of these so you'll be getting the only one. He was a soldier who volunteered his DNA in the mid 1980s."

"He's the size of a truck. Did he die?"

"Yes, recently. That's why we cloned a younger version of him. There will be no one recognizing you, or associating you with him even on the faint possibility that someone thinks you look familiar, due to the age difference."

“Well, I guess I could get used to being in that body. What is he, 6'2"?"

"6'4" and a whopping 240 lbs of pure muscle. The cloning vats tend to work ideally on the human frame if there's little fat ratio on the finished product. And your new bodies will be very hungry when you wake up."

“It's not fair! Dad is gonna be this tough looking guy and I'm gonna be a freaking toddler!” Tyler screamed and tried to run away in vain. A few military men caught him effortlessly and held him between them.

Soon they were escorted to a room in which there was what looked like some sort of machinery with lots of wires attached to a few conical domes. Before they realized what was happening they got a shot on the arm and everything went black.

I blinked a few times. There was a man in a green camo shirt in front of him. He looked familiar. It was the man he was supposed to become!

“What the hell?” Will stopped short. His voice was weak and high pitched. He felt oddly energetic but something was off. In fact, everything was off.

Everything around him looked too big and tall. He started to get scared. He ran to a nearby mirror and a little boy was staring back at him.

To his relief Richardson came into the room and started talking. “I'm sorry Will. There was a mix-up and the bodies are assigned in the wrong way.”

“Why don't you fix it already?” Will shrieked. He was disgusted by his new voice.

“Unfortunately we can't fix it." Richardson looked very guilty. "We can't try this again on the same person because it's too dangerous. You could both easily die if we transferred you for a second time. We've learned that the hard way. It's a (ahem) bug we haven't worked out yet."

“But what about me? I'm a fucking kid now! I can't live like this!” Will screamed frantically.

“Shut up SON. I think this is just desserts,” said Tyler with a smug grin on his new rugged, handsome face.

“What? I'm not your son!” Will yelled.

“Actually, you are legally his son now. Your name is Dylan Walker Jr. and he is your father, Dylan Walker Sr.” said Richardson.

“Well, did you hear that, son? Don't worry buddy. I'm very happy to be your dad and I'll try to be the best dad for you,” said Tyler, flexing his new arms in wonder.

“No, no, no! This can't be happening!” Will started crying heavily, unable to control his childish emotion.

It was explained to Will over the next few hours that he had signed every legal waiver. He and his new "father" would be transported someplace isolated. Dylan Sr. would have a nice new office job and get a few months training beforehand at the military base, where they would stay until it was ensured Tyler could pull off his new role. They would coach him and Will would be placed with other toddlers to get him used to being around children.

As for Tyler, waking up had been a dream come true. He had been awake a bit longer than his father and the sensation of waking up in an adult man's body for the first time flooded him with new hormones and feelings. He enjoyed the weight of his body, of walking around and feeling so incredibly powerful! After they took him to another room to talk to him, and told him to spend some time thinking about how to talk to his father and not abuse the situation, it dawned on him that he was now in charge of his father. He was really going to be the parent of the family and his dad had absolutely no choice about it. They did some tests on him in his new body and took him to the gym where he tested his strength. He could live hundreds of pounds now! It was the most amazing moment of his life!

As the military police left their new temporary apartment on the base, Tyler walked up behind his father, who ran into the next room, but Tyler was too quick for him. He scooped up his new son and held a hand over his mouth. 

"Boy, someone up there must really like me, huh dad? You weigh nothing at all!" He placed his former father down on the ground and said "Don't even think about going anywhere. I'm like five feet taller than you now."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to be a good father. That's what. And I want you to fall in line. You will do everything I say or I will beat the living tar out of you. Okay...SON?"

THREE MONTHS LATER...

As the military escort drove away, brought the last of the heavy boxes inside and yelled for his son to come inside for lunch. 

"Junior, get in here! It's time for lunch!"

"Yes, daddy." Junior came running. He was wearing his stuffed animal backpack and his overalls. 

Dylan gave his son some sandwiches and cracked himself open a beer. He gave Junior some lemonade.

"To the new us!" He toasted. "Now your dad has got a lot to do, son. You're going to go to a new school tomorrow. Don't let any secrets slip out, alright? Like, don't mention how you used to be an adult or that I used to be a kid or there might be a belt that meets your ass. Okay, sweetie?"

Junior gulped. Dylan had been stern but fair so far but he had had military escorts around. Now they were alone for the first time, and Dylan was now used to being an adult.

"Yeah, I think I'll find you a babysitter soon so that I can go into town and have some fun every now and then. Check out the bars, meet some new guy friends. Adult friends. Maybe bring home a friend. I want to try this new dick out, ya know?" 

The former Will's cheeks burned with resentment and humiliation. 

"But that's okay with you, right? Oh wait, I don't care what you think. I'm the adult and you're not."

"Yes, daddy." He replied.

"I'm gonna go outside and have a cigarette. You can watch TV when we unpack all your things in your new room." 

Dylan went outside and lit up a Marlboro. He had taken up smoking while playing hoops with a lot of the guys on the base, most of whom knew nothing about why he was really there. All he was allowed to say was that he was a consultant. And of course they introduced him to the gym and taught him how to take care of his new adult body, and he relished lifting weights with all his heart. He loved it, and he loved having facial hair to shave. He relished everything about Witness Protection. They had finally found the last town they would move to! He was going to love going to a job and he loved that his father would be going back to school. He was smart enough to do this and besides which, the military had provided him with a guide in Richardson, who he could call anytime he needed help.

This was the best identity he'd ever had, he thought, as he finished his cigarette and went back inside to help his new son.

What's Yours Is Mine Part 1

"Well, I drank the entire bottle and I DON'T feel any different."

"That's what you think, Troy."

"David, I don't know why you think this is funny."

"It's not meant to be funny. It's meant to be final. We are going to get vengeance. I am going to get even with that asshole who's made your life a living hell and I'm doing it through you."

"Look, it was high school. I'm over it."

"He treated you like garbage! He made you a pariah! He got dozens of other guys to pick on you, all because you had all these health problems which weren't your fault."

"And look, I think it's completely sweet of you. I mean, I know it's tough. We were the only gay guys in our school. And I know he beat up your friend, but we can go to the police. That's what we should do. We should get even with the law. You bought some voodoo tonic that doesn't work and got tricked out of some money and I'm sorry, but this is reality."

"Look, Troy. Just listen. This is the real deal. Okay? I got him to drink the potion earlier. It was NOT easy. I had to slip it into what he was drinking and I had to pay someone off at the restaurant we were at, who happens to be a friend of mine, who I had to convince it was just a laxative and not poison."

"And your friend risked his job for this?"

"Well he isn't going to work there anymore in a few months so it doesn't matter that much. I gave him a few hundred. You will see, in a few days Troy."

"So why didn't you take this again? If this supposedly works, why give it to me and not just give yourself all his muscle and, what was it?"

"You'll get his muscle, his masculinity, his confidence, everything that makes him successful. You'll be twice as magnetic as he ever was. And he'll wind up sucking your dick when you meet. Trust me. That's the way it works. And I didn't do it because I thought it would humiliate him all the more if it was you. He always looked down on you. I think it would be his biggest nightmare to turn into the guy he used to bully so much. No offense."

"Doesn't Wicca believe that whatever you do comes back to you or something?"

"This isn't Wicca. This is...something older. Trust me."

"You keep saying that. A lot."

"Goodbye, Troy. I'll visit you tomorrow. By then we'll both know, and we can start planning on taking this motherfucker down."

I got back to the work I was doing before David came over. Muscle theft juice. Now I'd heard everything.

The day went by pretty easily. I had some phone meetings with potential clients for some open source software I'd worked on for months. It was all a process. Suddenly I found myself extremely hungry. I went downstairs and spent the next hour gorging on whatever was in my kitchen. I was afraid I was going to get fat. I had been overweight in high school due to illness and hospital visits. Then I got super skinny and was often out of breath. I remembered all the things that Nick Banning had done to me. All of the daily insults, mocking me for virginity every day, calling me a faggot and getting twenty kids to scream it at me as I went to my locker every day. I thought I'd let it all go. The various things he would throw at my head, the various ways he would trip me, shove me, unexpectedly show up even outside of school to tell me he was always going to be there...to keep me in line.

He would sometimes pretend he was going to be my friend and then he'd shove me down and take my things. His father worked at the attorney's office, and had gotten his son out of numerous conflicts with the law. Their whole family was like Nick. They all looked perfect. Alpha all the way, all of them as big as trucks. All of them thought the world should be handed to them.

I was feeling hungrier than usual. I went out and had dinner alone at some little out of the way Italian place that I liked and got more meat dishes than I normally ate. I couldn't believe how much I ate that night. I dozed off while watching one of those ab flex machine infomercials.

I woke up the next morning and stretched my arms. They felt really good. I flexed them behind my head and WHAT in the HELL?

I got up. I stumbled across the room and looked at my shirt. It was tighter and looked several sizes smaller on me than when I had gone to sleep. I looked at myself in the way you look at yourself in a mirror in your dreams. I expected the image to fade away any second. I knew I had never even made much of an effort to work out. I never had the confidence.  I always had the psychologically shy trigger of fear whenever even passing a gym. And now I was looking at arms and even...legs. Yes, my legs were thicker than they had been by far. I looked like an athlete! I ran to the bathroom, my shirt somewhat chafing in a restrained way and as I got on it I gasped. 165 lbs? That was a 20 lb gain in one night! I phoned David as I looked in my bathroom mirror.

"Hello? Troy?"

"I...I'm taller too? I'm bigger. I'm bigger! How did you do this? How is this happening?" The words came out of me in a dull, lifeless way. I sounded like I was in a stupor, almost drunk with disbelief and awe. I felt my arm and clamped down on the absolute hardness of it. I brought the phone back to my ear as David screamed something.

"Just get over here. Now. I can't believe it..." I turned the phone off and stared at myself. I took off this shirt. Holy hell, I have pecs! I looked at them, and gingerly touched them. I was now in my underwear. I was having trouble seeing because my glasses were fogging up. I tried to clean them to no effect. By the time David came over I had to stumble around just to find the door.

"David, geez, whatever you did really did some-"

"HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK LOOK AT YOU!" David came in with the biggest smile on his face. He put a giddy hand on his chin and looked UP at me for the first time in our lives. "Holy shit, you're even taller! I didn't even think that you would get his height too, but I guess it makes sense!"

"I can't see though! I'm having trouble even seeing you right now!" I started to panic. Until David took my glasses off and then I could see perfectly fine.

"Oh, thank you!" I said relieved. "Hey, I can see without glasses."

"It's all part of the spell, I think."

"Well it's freaking me out. I need something to eat. God, I'm starving! We need to get out of here. Hey, this is actually working! I mean...am I going to get bigger?"

"Have you ever seen Nick? He's the size of a house and soon you're going to have what's his." David looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes. "I'm so happy for you." He embraced me with a warm hug and I hugged him back. It still wasn't real. I was now bigger than my best friend.

He took me out to eat. I grew. I started to grow so much people in the restaurant did a double take when I left. I had been wearing one of my larger shirts which had grown very small on me while I ate. So we went to another restaurant. And then another. David took me to his house because it literally hurt for me to be in my jeans. He ran with me inside and I went into his bathroom with a pair of jeans his older brother had left in the house. His older brother was overweight, but I filled those pants out with pure muscle. I got a belt since my waist line was considerably smaller than his brothers. David jumped up and down with glee. Then he got me a T-shirt of his brothers that roughly fit me but was tight around the arms.

David's mother saw me as I was leaving.  "Who's your friend, David?"

"Hi, Mrs. Appleton."

"Do I know you?" David and I exchanged a glance.

"Uh...I've been working out a lot lately. It's me." I flashed a smile.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"You can't be! You look so different! Troy? You used to be such a little thing! How did you get so BIG? You're HUGE!"

After David's mother gushed (which lasted maybe half an hour) my ego had swelled up a bit.

I came home and I felt like I could lift my own house.

"God, I have so much energy!"

"Quick, look in the mirror now! God, you're so beautiful Troy!"

I ripped off the shirt which had grown so small on me. In the mirror stood a man wholly unrecognizable from before. I put my glasses back on just for effect.

"I look like an after picture on one of those ab machine commercials!"

"I wonder how much you weigh now!"

I took off the glasses again and walked to the bathroom. The way I walked now required a shifting of weight that was much different than the way I normally walked. There was so much more down in my legs I had to maneuver them in a whole new way. I can't believe how good this feels...why don't more people bodybuild?

"225 lbs!" I laughed out loud. Not a shrieking laugh like I normally let loose but a big manly chuckle.

"I can't take it anymore. Troy you look amazing. You have to let me feel you!"

"Yeah sure. I mean, I have you to thank and all."

David gingerly came over and started feeling me all over. And I mean, really feeling me all over. He was drooling.

"Geez, don't ruin the merchandise."

It looked like he was almost in agony.

"I can't believe it. You're perfect."

"Oh I don't know about perfect."

"Oh my god. Try and make your pecs bounce."

"Really? You think I...holy shit! I'm doing it!"

David stared, enraptured by my display. I had so much power and I was just beginning to realize it.

"Troy, what about your dick, man? Check it out!"

He started to unzip my pants for me.

"Whoa! Hey, wait a minute!"

"I really want to see it."

"Dude, you act like you want me or something."

"I do. Right now. I want you to fuck me more than anyone in my life, ever."

"I know you've only been with like two guys."

"Have you ever topped before? I want you, man. I want you now."

I was hopping around in my new jeans just trying to get them off. By the time I had, David lovingly kneeled before me.

"Show me. Show me your cock. Please, please, I have to. I bet it's the most beautiful dick in the whole world!"

I looked at him and the whole day I had been in shock but now I just felt something come over me. Something powerful and confident.

I tugged gently at my boxers, which were strained with their cargo much more than normal. My new 9" inch cock fell out and all I could say was "Whoa!" Then after my moment of ecstasy, but still fully thrilled and with the biggest smile on my face said "Well what are you waiting for, little man?"

He didn't have to wait to be told. His mouth was on my dick so quick. He could barely contain it. He was able to get it to the back of his throat. I can't describe what it feels like to suddenly have your dick be twice the size as before. No one tells you or prepares you for how unbelievably good it feels. The sensations of pure animal lust. The feeling of superiority. Of instant sexual gratification that is far beyond, a hundred times what you have ever experienced before as an adult man.

He took a breather. "God it's so big!"

"I know you're clean. Turn around."

"Oh yes, yes, please please!"

"Shut up!"

I grabbed him and positioned him the way I wanted him, spread out for me on top of the couch. I bent over and it was difficult to get inside his tiny little asshole. He even screamed. I screamed a little. I started rocking back and forth. I was able to see my reflection in the mirror behind the couch and it turned me on more than anything ever had in my life. The image of myself as a giant, penetrating my best and now much smaller friend. I dominated him. He would be totally unable to fight me if he tried to leave. Luckily for us both he was whimpering and crying from sheer joy.

I did that for a while and then I ordered him to stand up. It was easy for me to give orders now. I had never been able to ask for anything in the bedroom. I was the one who invited one night stands over and I served them. I never asked for anything.

I directed him to stand up as I rode him from behind, holding him close with one of my arms draped over his puny little chest. While I licked his ear and neck and drove my big fucking shaft into him. He screamed my name over and over and I just laughed and smiled.

"You like that? You little pansy? Yeah you like my big dick inside you! Don't you, queerbait!"

"OH JESUS CHRIST THIS IS THE BEST SEX OF MY ENTIRE LIFE! GOD YES, YOU ARE A FUCKING MAN! YES! YES! YES OH YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME YES SIR YES OH GOD OH GOD"

It pretty much went on like that for hours. It was tougher to get out because I actually grew a little while I was inside him. My dick itself grew an inch! When it was over I lay back on the couch.

"Get me water. Now. And food. I'm hungry."

He obeyed me. I slapped my muscle abs and my muscle pecs and my hard as iron arms. Everything about me was practically godlike. My facial features were changing, too. I could feel it. He came into the room, with a spring to his step, eager to please me. He gave me my water and went to prepare something to eat and came out with some sandwiches which I gulped down in no time while he watched, fascinated and bright eyed.

"Well now I know why you didn't take it," I slapped him on the back in a friendly way but I could tell it was harder than I meant. "Sorry. Don't know my own strength." I smiled meekly.

"It's okay." He snuggled up close to me and I put my gigantic arm around him. I really dwarfed him now. I can't believe I ever felt so down on myself. I'd forgotten all of those things I said before. I felt so much better it was amazing. I was happier than I'd ever been and it had all happened so damn fast.

"Come here," I slapped my enormous leg. "Sit on Daddy's lap." I was in my early 20s but I got to call myself Daddy and that turned him on so hard. He gaped at me with the most surprised smile and then hopped on. He was giddy as a schoolgirl. "Now tell Daddy the truth. You didn't want that serum because you wanted a big man to serve, am I right?"

"Yes," he said, feeling the paradise of my leg meekly. "I didn't think it would be this good so soon though. I thought I might have to work on you. And it happened more quickly than I was told."

"Where'd you get it anyways?"

"From my uncle's wife's grandfather's attic along with a big journal. It was found in an archaeological dig, there were all these notes in different languages. It took time to piece together what they were and that it was supernatural. I mean this is some definite magic shit. I tested it on some animals, tiny ones before testing it on you."

"I am pleased." I felt different that was for sure. I didn't feel nerdy anymore. I felt like I should be in charge and order people around because that was natural and the way things were supposed to be. "And you're going to have to give me more of those vials. I will make sure they never see the light of day again. Unless it's for a purpose I devise." He shuddered.

"Yes, sir."

"That's good. You're willing to do whatever I tell you, aren't you?"

"It might be some kind of super pheremone developed before any technology by some kind of genius back in the ancient world. That's one guess. But it doesn't explain the muscle loss on the part of the other test subject. It has to be some kind of magic." He was dry humping my leg now.

"Later, I'll fuck you nice and hard after dinner. Right now we're going to take a trip to see my old nemesis. I want to see what kind of wimp Nick is now."

"Alright! This is gonna be so much fun!"

"Come on, get your things. And uh, we're going to stop off somewhere first so I can buy some shirts that fit.

"Do we have to?" he asked playfully. I pulled him forward and grabbed his little T shirt collar with my big fist.

"Yeah. We do." I smiled and kissed him long and hard, savoring the taste of the man I was going to make my permanent lover.

The rest of the day was just as fun for me, if not more so.

TO BE CONTINUED

REVIEW: Glee - "Props" and "Almost Normal" (film)

I'd like to start my first real body switch review with something recent.

In the new episode "Props" on Glee, Tina experiences some minor head trauma and has a "Freaky Friday" dream. Everyone she knows turns out to be switched in personality and body, but things are only different to her. Among the switched according to her feverish imagination: Will and Sue, Brittany and Mercedes, Rachel and Tina, Santana and Artie, Sam and Rory, Joe and Mike Chang, and of course the hot swaps: Kurt and Finn and Puck and Blaine. Watch this clip of Finn affectionately placing his head on Puck's shoulders and Kurt watching proudly (and getting turned on as Finn) by Tina/Rachel...

What I liked about this episode were the little moments, especially with Finn and Kurt where they did a really good job of emulating each others characters. Finn spouts the phrase "This is so Days of Our Lives" in a quiet manner, and manages to walk like Kurt. Chris Colfer takes up attention in an aside to Tina-as-Rachel where he comments oh so romantically how her boobs looked bigger and he'd have to take advantage of that later. He even chews sits like Finn.

While all these plot elements were great, they didn't stretch them out for very long and before you know it we're back in regular Glee Land. Still, the idea that the writers had was a novel one. A body switch story that was purely mental. I think that is quite a challenge for the audience to accept. One could easily see it as almost a Fringe episode. If it had been that universe, it wouldn't be that unbelievable to see a gay Finn and a straight Kurt, a gay Puck and a straight Blaine (wearing a mohawk!). Actually that last bit I wouldn't mind seeing again because it was pretty hot to see Darren go punk, even if for just a dream sequence. The minor touches each actor put in were noticeable, and not over the top. I liked this aspect quite a lot and it showed off the diversity of acting talent that they all have in spades.

The dream element gives way to greater story possibilities. What if a character's memories were corrupted somehow so that everyone they knew was actually the opposite of the personality they thought, due to a head injury or alternate reality? How would they adapt to these changes? The fact that the straight and gay roles were reversed, however briefly, was pretty exciting. It's not something I've seen before, with one exception. It's something someone addressed in the movie "Almost Normal" where a man goes back in time Peggy Sue style, only to discover the world is mostly gay and he gets the jock of his dreams but in his dream he was cursed to be straight and go through roughly the same experience, albeit with an adult perspective. In "Almost Normal", the protagonist falls in love with his opposite sex best friend, much to the bewilderment of the gay world around him. But goodness prevails and his "coming out" provokes a response of support in the majority gay universe as couple defiantly dance with opposite sex characters at the prom. And then much like Dorothy the character comes back and we are left wondering "what good did that dream accomplish?"

Well for one, body switch dreams give us perspective. What if life were different? Our minds often wonder this, even on a subconscious level. Being another person or being in their body would beg the ultimate question of what constitutes being you. Does your body change who you are? Do chemicals affect us and how we behave or is there something more with our souls always retaining a certain something? Is being gay or straight purely affected by body? Since body switches aren't a reality yet we can't answer these questions fully, but exploring them in erotic fiction is definitely a fun activity...

I give this Glee episode a score of 7.5 stars out of 10.

For those of you interested, Almost Normal is also worth checking out, even though I would place the entire movie as a whole as a 5.5, there are plenty of hot kiss scenes between the protagonist and his hot newly gay jock boyfriend. Check out the trailer if you haven't already:

Wanting Everything

Peter was enjoying his cigarette break from his job as a financial adviser. It was for one of the more prestigious firms in the city and he enjoyed the allure it gave him. No woman could resist Peter Sanders when he came into a bar. He was a chick magnet and he knew it.

Yet some people who were close to him knew that he never stopped complaining. He was always going on about how the fucking waiters at his favorite restaurants couldn't do their jobs and the fucking gardeners, pool boys, and landscapers who worked for him could never really please him. He was always seeing fault in things. He played by his own rules and he was master of his world. People should try to please him, he often said, because he was smart enough to have a real job that paid real money. "People should treat me differently," he would say to his friends. "I am different. I'm better".

Peter's intelligence was very fierce but his compassion for others was notably low. He would often complain of the Mexican problem in this country.

"Hey man. How's it going?" asked Steve, a co-worker. They started walking back into work.

"Fine. Except my fucking pool boy didn't do everything that I asked him to. These fucking beaners come to this country and they don't even speak enough English to goddamn listen to what I'm telling them to do. I'm paying them. I shouldn't have to speak their godawful gibberish language just so they can do one simple task. He left the net out and a bunch of other equipment. Said he had to go home early for some family emergency. Don't they all have a hundred relatives? I fired his beaner ass. I need to find a white guy to clean my pool. One who can understand simple directions and won't be full of excuses."

"My sister has a great pool guy. She raves about him. He's Mexican but pretty fluent."

Peter sighed, so hellbent on appearing a martyr. "Fine. Send him my way. But if he fucks up even a little I'll can him. They just aren't as good as white workers, you know? They don't work as hard, they just come here and take over and just soak up all of the benefits. I'd like to see a beaner do THIS job. Something that requires actual thought."

Steve smiled and walked away. The next day Peter got a call from a man who introduced himself as Alejandro Zamora. The guy had a bit of a typical Hispanic accent, but Peter didn't mind that. The guy seemed like he spoke enough English for Peter to deal with him. And it turned out the guy was willing to do yard work as well.

The next weekend Alejandro came over. Peter had work to do in his living room, but when he took a cigarette break outside he noticed the man to be pretty decent at his job.

"This is a real nice place, man," Alejandro told him.

"Yeah, worth every penny. It's my dream pad."

"Bet the ladies appreciate it." Alejandro smiled wolfishly.

Peter laughed. "Oh, they don't mind it."

"Hey, Peter, so what is it you do, man? It seems pretty important."

That's more of an interest than any of my other help ever paid to me, he noted.

"Financial expert. I recommend investments."

Alejandro whistled. "Sounds pretty impressive. Money is a fascinating thing. Maybe when I have enough saved up I'll come to you, huh?"

Dream on, Peter thought. You could never afford my services.

"Well, I better get back inside. I have to finish up some portfolios tonight."

"Cool, man. Hey, do you mind if I use your bathroom?"

"Oh no, that's cool. There's no poolhouse yet, but I'm thinking of building one."

Suddenly he woke up and it was deep evening. It had been 3 in the afternoon just a few moments ago! A couple of empty beers and an open whiskey bottle lay on the $3,000 coffee table he had recently purchased for the living room. Well, that explains it, he thought. Must have been more tired than I thought. Peter had completely forgotten about Alejandro and didn't even give him a second thought that night.

"Eh, what time is it? 9 PM? Fuck. Good thing it's Saturday."

Peter flipped around some TV channels getting bored, until a channel caught his eye. It was the Spanish speaking channel and they were having some sort of pool party with hot chicks everywhere. Only thing this station is good for, he thought, and drifted off watching the Spanish conversations of some soap opera. Before drifting off to sleep he could almost swear that he understood what all the characters were saying...

In another week, Alejandro visited right on time.

"Peter! How's it hangin, my man?"

"Great, man. I got a lot of work for you today. The yard needs to be cleaned up. I'm having a party here in a couple weeks. It has to be spotless. I want all the hedges trimmed..."

He found himself inside dozing on his $8,000 couch. He saw what was left of his scotch on the rocks and laughed. Man, I am really living Saturdays up lately, he thought.

Alejandro came inside the house. "Well Mr. Sanders I'm all finished for the day. That entire list has been taken care of."

"Spectacular." He said, still feeling a little inebriated.

"You sure you don't need any help with anything else?"

"No, not unless you can do my job for me as well," Peter said, almost wishing Alejandro could.

"You could always make a wish," Alejandro said. "There's that meteor shower tonight."

"Ha! Wish upon a falling star?" He walked outside. Sure enough, a few meteors were burning through the atmosphere. "I WISH THIS GUY HERE COULD DO MY JOB INSTEAD OF ME! HAHAHAHA! Oh man, I gotta lay off the booze on weekends."

"Hey man, what do you think weekends were invented for?"

"I like you, Alejandro. Same time next week?"

"Sure thing, boss. See you soon." Alejandro said, tucking an unidentified object into his pants pocket. Something wooden. Peter shrugged it off and went back inside, to watch telenovelas. Something about a woman whose boyfriend was cheating on her. How the hell do I know what they're even saying? he thought as he drifted off.

The next week was fairly hectic for Peter. He made errors he didn't normally make. Simple fax mistakes that only a rookie would even think of making. He mixed up a few clients names and got pretty embarrassed but managed to laugh it off. And for some reason he kept watching the Spanish speaking channel every night. It was weird, he never felt addicted to any television like this, but he couldn't stop himself. It was like every other channel was just becoming a haze of gibberish.

The next Saturday Alejandro called Peter to tell him he would be late.

"Oh what? Man I have a million guys off the truck that would be happy to do your job!" Peter said, while watching some game show from Mexico.

"Peter, I got caught up with something. I'll be there in no time."

"I should fire you, you know. I rarely tolerate people being late."

"Peter? I really don't like the way you're talking to me."

Suddenly Peter felt truly bad. Maybe he was being harsh.

  

"Now Peter, I think you should apologize to me," Alejandro said slowly.

Peter shook his head. It was so hard for him to ever admit when he was wrong.

"Just get over here as quick as you can. I'm sorry I yelled at you, man."

"That's more like it." Alejandro said, a little angrily, and hung up.

When Alejandro came over Peter was hard at work on some mathematical ratios, and establishing scenarios for potential investment boons. But after Alejandro showed up he found himself unable to concentrate. God, he just wanted to kick back for once. He pictured himself in the midst of a pool party, showing off to everyone, with lots of beautiful women admiring him. Maybe a few of the studs from the office showing off while shirtless. Man, this party was going to be great. 

"Boss, you okay?"

Peter was startled. "Huh. What was I doing? Que es lo?"

Alejandro smiled warmly. "That's cute. Learning a little bit of Spanish on me?"

"Spanish? Me? Un pequeno. Tu sabes," he said. Man, what the hell? I must be picking up words without even knowing it from that TV channel. 

"I'm working on the topiary hedges today. You said you wanted them retrimmed in a certain shape?"

"Oh yeah, here let me show you.."

He led Alejandro outside but for the life of him couldn't remember the project he had for him. 

"It was going to be like...all of them had some shapes. Different shapes." He looked puzzled.

"Well, what we could do is give these here half domes and then these over here, we could do a graduated pyramid shape."

"Oh yeah! That sounds magnifico!"

Alejandro smiled again. "Why don't you help me out?"

"ME? Alejandro, I'm paying you to do a job," Peter said, suddenly annoyed by Alejandro's nerve.

"No disrespect intended boss. I just thought it might loosen you up. Detached work makes the mind work easier. You know?"

"Maybe it would help," Peter agreed. Alejandro showed him the techniques he used to trim the bushes. Peter decided that he was going to sweat a lot doing this so he took off his dress shirt, which he wore on weekends because all of his clothing had to be expensive, just in case someone showed up unannounced.

Hours passed and Peter got a good workout in while Alejandro looked on with arms folded proudly. 

"And THAT, my man, is how you do it!"

"Nice work, Peter! You did it!"

He high fived Alejandro without even thinking about the fact that he had done nearly all the work that day.

"Why don't we go inside and chill out a little bit?" Alejandro asked.

He's the help for fuck's sake? Where the hell does he get off? Then again, he has been doing a great job lately. 

"Yeah, sure. But just for a little while. I have work to do."

"Like what?"

"You're really interested in what I do, aren't you?"

"To be honest, I really want to do what you do some day," Alejandro admitted. "I've been going to college for the past year with an emphasis on economics."

"Really? You never told me. Hey man, I'm gonna take a shower. Make yourself at home in the meantime."

Make yourself at home? What the hell am I even saying? I don't want to give this fucking roughneck the impression I think we're equals. He began lathering up. Man, he had gotten quite a tan today working out in the yard. Bet it would make him all the more appealing at that pool party. Wait til the guys at the office saw him, he thought.

He came out in a bathrobe to find Alejandro going through his papers!

"What the hell are you doing? Those are confidential."

"Oh, I didn't know. I was just noticing you were recommending a company that doesn't exist anymore?"

"What? Where?"

"Right here, see?"

"How the hell could I have made a mistake like that?? I need to lay off the cervezas."

"You know, I could really make a few suggestions. First..." Peter listened as Alejandro filled him in on all his ideas, and even showed Peter that he could analyze data as well as any pro.

"Where did you learn all this? You're a pool boy for crying out loud."

Alejandro winced. "Let's just say I pick things up fast. And you could take advantage of that?"

"How is that?" Peter turned on the TV, searching for something cool. He settled on a movie about a couple on a romantic getaway to Puerto Vallarta, although it was hard for him to follow the plot.

"You could make me your assistant."

"Assistant? That requires years of experience. For a firm like mine? Sorry, amigo. No, si no podemos." How the hell do I know these words? he thought as he impatiently turned the TV to a telenovela he could follow.

"Well, you could help me out with that. Say I have years of experience in your field."

Peter thought about it. It wasn't a half bad idea. Alejandro wasn't like all those other wetbacks. He actually had a brain.

"Let me think about it."

"Are you sure? Come on, you know me well enough. I can do this job as well as...well, a lot of guys."

"Okay. Let's do this thing."

"Really??" Alejandro was beaming.

"Yes," Peter said, happy to make Alejandro so happy. "But under one condition. You have to help me get the pool party ready. We need to do some fucking celebrating."

"I couldn't have put it better myself." Alejandro smiled.

Peter spent all of Sunday putting together a fake resume for Alejandro. He gave him an Ivy League background. Called a few people and called in a few favors so people could act as false references if need be. Alejandro came over Sunday night to go over the job details for the following week. As a personal assistant, Alejandro would assist both at home and at work. He would be at Peter's beckoned call. This was the stipulation that came with the job. It was important and prestigious and would pay a far more handsome salary than pool boy. Alejandro had to earn it.

"What about clothes? I don't have many nice ones."

"That's not MY problem." Peter said, annoyed. Jeez, am I not doing enough for this guy already?

"I mean, I just want to make you look good. Can I borrow some outfits? Until I get that first paycheck? Come on, we're colleagues here," he said convincingly.

"Alright, alright. Right this way." Peter helped Alejandro into some of his outfits and they checked him out in the mirror. 

"Do you want to try my clothes on while we're at it?" Alejandro smiled.

Peter scoffed. "Yeah, right. Those jeans are ripped up and covered with paint. Not to mention the sweat stained old polo shirt that quite frankly smells."

"Come on. Just do it. For me. I want to see what you look like." 

"Ah, what the hell. I am curious myself." Peter undressed in front of Alejandro without a second thought.

"Nice package. Didn't know you wore boxer briefs."

"Yeah, you like that? Check this out." Peter got into Alejandro's clothes. They walked over to the full length mirror in the bathroom, which was quite spacious. 

"Fuck, if no one knew us they'd say you were the big shot of the house and I was the servant."  The two of them certainly looked that part. Their mirror images suggested Peter was some uncouth laborer and Alejandro was the refined owner of a palatial mansion.

"I think that'll be good. Let me try on some other outfits. Bring me the blue suit. Over there."

Peter obliged. After Alejandro had taken 20 of Peter's best suits, he had Peter bring them to his car while he talked to someone on his cel phone. Alejandro must be a popular guy, Peter thought. 

"I gotta go. I'll be there bright and early tomorrow morning so you can introduce me to the staff. And uh, you can keep those," Alejandro said happily, getting in Peter's expensive sports car. Peter didn't even give this a second thought. He walked back inside and looked at himself in the mirror with his torn jeans and faded, sweat stained polo shirt. Yeah, I look like a real stud in these, real workin man. Man, I should work out in these. I bet I'd look super hot. Peter had a club membership but he also had some weights he'd put in the garage. He walked there with a cocky walk and took off his sweaty shirt and lifted weights for about an hour. He checked himself out in the mirrors back in the house. He couldn't help himself. He started thinking about the gym and all the guys that worked out there and what a testosterone fest it was. Fuck yeah! Peter whacked off numerous times, disgustingly wiping his cum off on the ripped up jeans.  He passed out with a Don Equis in his hands.

He woke up the next morning with a huge headache. He had to take the pickup truck to work since Alejandro had borrowed his car. Whatever, he thought. Long as it gets me there.

He got to work. Alejandro was there waiting for him. He looked much better in a suit, that was for sure.

Peter introduced him as his new assistant to everyone, and there was more than one shocked reaction. Maybe there's just surprised to see a Hispanic guy in the office for a change, he reasoned. 

Going through the day's procedures was difficult. He had to show Alejandro the ropes as well as do his own job, which was very difficult with his headache.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the mirror at home, admiring his tan. The week seemed to float by. Alejandro soon became known as the new go getter around the office and people took to him quite well. Peter could be proud of his choice of adding Alejandro to the staff.

On day five, Peter found himself near the park around the corner, taking a cigarette break when Alejandro approached him. 

"Boss, you're needed inside. What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm taking a break!"

"You already had lunch. And after that presentation, I think everyone wants you to say something."

"What are you talking about?"

"The presentation you gave. You just muttered half of it, and stood there like you'd never done it before. And quite frankly, it was really uncomfortable to watch. Look, I only say this because we're friends, but people really need to be reassured here. 

"I don't...was it really that bad? My life ees so difficult, choo know?"

Alejandro smiled warmly. "I do know. I know you work so hard for what you have. I hate to see you toss it away."

"Geez, I didn't know it was that muy mal."

"Look, why don't you go home early? It looks like you really need it. I'll handle the rest of the accounts for the day."

"The way you're speaking. It's so...did you change your hair recently? There's something about you that's different." Peter didn't realize that their vocalizations had slowly been switching all week long. Peter had now developed a slight Hispanic accent and Alejandro's accent was a completely American one. 

"There's nothing wrong with my voice and no, I haven't made any changes. But thank you for noticing how good I look," Alejandro cupped Peter's chin in his hand gently, affectionately. "Now you run on home and get dinner started. I'll take care of those accounts. No matter how delicate they are, I think I can handle it."

It took me years to learn how to do this job, Peter thought sourly. But he's right. He remembered the presentation now and the confused look on people's faces. 

"Oh, and can I have me the keys to the car, por favor?"

"What are you talking about baby? You gave it to me? And I gave you my pickup?"

"Si, but...I like mi car. Ees so pretty."

"Look, Peter, go home. I have a lot of work to do," Alejandro said, sternly. 

Peter felt ashamed of all the work he was making Alejandro do for him. He obliged and took the pickup back home. But once he got there he just didn't feel right. He did some vacuuming and that made him feel better. He did some sweeping outside but he felt that there was so much to do he didn't have time for all of it. He did some dusting and even scooped the leaves out of the pool. He admired his reflection and all of his newly tanned muscles. 

That night Alejandro came home agitated but got in a better mood when Peter proudly showed him all the work he had been doing. Starting with dinner, he fussed over Alejandro's napkin and presented him with the roast that he had made himself, followed with some spicy Mexican side dishes which Alejandro praised. 

"Your mole sauce is excellent."

"And that's not all." Peter showed him all the work he'd done around the house and yard. He beamed as Alejandro took it all in.

"That's very good. I'm proud of you, Peter. Thank you." He reached over and embraced Peter and began kissing Peter's neck. "I'm very thankful for everything you've given me."

Before Peter knew what he was doing, he was on his knees. He was dressed in the ripped up jeans and soiled shirt that Alejandro had brought over for him to wear. 

"YEAH, SUCK MY COCK YOU LITTLE WETBACK!" Alejandro roared as he shoved his beautiful smooth cock into Peter's eager mouth. Peter loved it when Alejandro got this turned on by him. It had always been so hot between them.

Alejandro came buckets inside Peter's mouth. The taste of cum was unfamiliar to him for some reason, even though he remembered liking it a whole lot. He swallowed every drop like a good boy, which Alejandro kept calling him. Good Boy. 

After a long passionate lovemaking session where Alejandro licked his muscles and ass and then introduced his waiting ass to his plump eager cock, which just couldn't get enough, Peter was in heaven. He grunted for an hour as Alejandro thrust inside him, repeatedly.

"Baby, that was great. Run me a shower, would you? I had such a hellish day at the office, that was just what I needed."

Alejandro then commanded that Peter follow him in the shower so they could fondle each other a little bit more. Then they came into the living room. Peter turned on a telenovela while Alejandro did statistical analysis.

"Baby, you know I hate this shit. Turn it to something else." Alejandro took the remote control and turned it to a legal thriller. Peter couldn't understand the plot but the guys were all hot. He tried to snuggle up to Alejandro, but he was too wrapped up in his work to notice.

Alejandro gave him a written list then. 

"This is a list of all the things you need to do tomorrow. Do every single one of them. You understand me?" 

"Yes, sir," Peter said playfully. They kissed for a little while longer. 

"Alright. I'm going to bed. You coming?"

They spent the night together in what Peter thought was his bed. But no, that wasn't right. It was Alejandro's bed. He had a dream that night that he was in his office doing important work when some people came in and told him to get the hell out. He was to move some boxes downstairs. Then he found himself in a room where Alejandro was at his desk. Doing his work. He didn't work there anymore. 

In his dream, he went back home with Alejandro driving him in HIS sports car. But no, it was never really his. Alejandro let him drive it sometimes. As a reward for doing such a good job.

The next morning he was groggy and Alejandro was already dressed. 

"Gotta go, baby. I have things to do. I'll meet you in the park later after your list is done."

"But wait, I have to do the work. For the accounts. The project for la energia." 

"I think maybe you were dreaming," Alejandro said condescendingly. "I do the accounts around here. Now you get to work and make me happy." 

As Alejandro left Peter thought it was funny that he had brown hair. But no, his lover had always had brown hair. Hadn't he?

That day Peter busily called the caterers, picked up the food, cleaned the rest of the pool, set the tables, swept some more, and set up the music and drinks. Everything looked perfect. Guests would not arrive until that evening so he drove his pickup over to meet Alejandro at the park. His lover was waiting on the bench they met. Wait, was that right? Didn't he meet Alejandro...when he HIRED HIM??? 

He was the one in charge, not him! And he didn't even look the same!

"Hi, lover. Come and sit down." Alejandro took a drag off his cigarette.

"Alejandro? What da hell ees going on here? Why do you look white? Why am I doing what choo want me to?"

The man laughed. "Alejandro? Do I look like an Alejandro to you? My name is Alex Moore you fucking dipshit and don't you fucking forget it. Do you have any idea who I am? Well, no, you're confused." He smiled cruelly and took a drag, exhaled sexily. "You see, you gave me your life. I'm now cultured, white, and affluent. I have all of your skills and you have all of mine. And I deserve it. Because I'm better."

"No...zees cannot be happening!"

"Oh you'll get used to it. You're remembering only what I want you to. I wanted to see the look on your face. Sorry. I just couldn't resist. "What's your name?"

"Mi llamo es...Peter Sanders."

"WRONG! Your name is Pedro Suarez. Look at your license if you don't believe me."

Pedro looked through his wallet. Mexican ID, California driver's license....no. "I have someone else's wallet."

"Look at your hands, dummy."

Pedro looked at horror at his brown hands. "No es possible! I mean, it isn't possible!"

"Anything's possible, if you know how. Now look, you are my boy toy and I intend on taking good care of you. But you have to play your part. After you named me your successor a lot of people were taken by surprise so we have to put on a good show tonight. But don't tell them you're my boyfriend. I don't want them to think less of me. Mmmm. Even though you are quite the treat now. I like you with a tan." Alex started grazing his neck and fondling him..in a public park. They kissed a few times. 

"Now let's go home. You can follow me."

The party that night was both fun filled and elegant. Alex introduced his "friend" and manservant, Pedro. People loved Pedro. He was so fun loving. And Alex was gracious and not at all like the arrogant Pedro. When Peter had introduced him hastily to all his bosses, they were blown away. They didn't expect him to be just as good as Peter so soon! But he picked up everything so nicely. Of course, what other people saw was what Alex wanted them to see; a glamor to make them both look white until the actual physical transformations were complete. Now they had switched and it was real.

Alex did have a cocky side to him and he flirted with several of the men in the office whose heads he had turned all week long. He swaggered over to Pedro, who was trying to understand all of the conversations taking place. He wasn't quite as fluent as Alejandro had been in English so it was a little bit harder for him to follow.

"I think you should serve drinks now. Ask anyone if they need a refresher."

For a brief instant, the old Peter surfaced and hesitated, and said "This is mine,"

"It was yours. You gave this house to me. Now go get me a beer." He smacked Pedro on the butt playfully and swaggered over to a bunch of rich financial and office minded people who he related to.

That night after everyone went home, Pedro knew what his role would be from now on. He situated himself in a position on the couch and waited for Alex to come in.

"Well well. Hello, Pedro."

"Hello, Meester Alex."

"And have you been a good boy this week?"

"Yes, sir."

"Pedro, get over here," Alex took out his cock. Pedro lovingly licked his boss' cock.

"Mmmm, that's right, boy. Take it all in. Suck my big white cock."

Pedro worked so hard to please Alex sexually that night. He was every part of the boy toy that Alex wanted him to be. And Alex would always take care of him, as long as Pedro pulled his weight around the house, doing Alex's bidding.

"Do you ever wish things could be different and you could do my job instead of yours?" Alex asked him.

"Que? No, baby. I'm happy with everything jus' the way it is." They kissed. Alex smiled proudly at his boy. 

He finally had everything he wanted.