You make it to the hallway mirror to find yourself staring at an oh too familiar face, but it wasn’t your own, it was Jake!
You still couldn’t believe it, you looked yourself up and down only to see his skinnier body. And unfortunately for you when he got home he change out of his work clothes and into something more “comfortable,” you were actually a little surprised when he came out of his room dressed in a light pink tank top that said “Cum bucket” and a pair of shorts, I mean his closet was full of stuff like this, maybe his gay ego wanted to feel extra comfortable in his own skin after a day of cleaning. Who would’ve thought you’d be trapped in it? His lips were soft, his face was smooth, and his ass was plump. Everything you had always knew he had was now staring you right in the face.
“Oh No! NO! NO! NO, this can’t be happening!” you exclaim, shaking in horror. You then with a traumatized stager you make your way back to the living room, it felt so weird, your body felt so light but your proportions felt off without your muscle. You slowly sit down taking deep breaths, but your concentrations is soon broken by the sound of your own laughter, well at least your bodies laughter. You look up to see Jake flexing your muscles and smiling.
“This is amazing! I’ve never felt anything like this!” He says lifting a chair over his head with one hand. You then jump out of your seat.
“Put that down! This isn’t awesome, and this isn’t funny! We’ve got to switch back, NOW!” you exclaim in with a subtle lisp in your new voice.
“What are you talking about? It worked!” He says.
“TAG YOUR IT!” you exclaim, closing your eyes and then slowly opening them as though this was all a bad dream that would just go away. But unfortunately you were still looking at your own smiling face, without a mirror. You then rush over to the book and flip through the pages, “No! it said that we should both be able to call for the switch.” You say.
“True, but it also said that you have to wait an hour.” He says smiling, “SHIT!!” you scream, “Chill JAKE.” he says smiling, “Ha ha very funny.” You say giving him an irritated look,
“Don’t worry we only got another fifty minutes to go.” He says smiling
After an agonizing hour of you trying to remain still and covered up on the coach watching TV as to not draw attention to any aspect of your current body while at the same time watching Jake enjoy yours, he could jump and touch the ceiling since your body was taller than he was used to and your upper body strength which he had used to lift everything that wasn’t nailed down.
After having your eyes glued to the clock for about an our you sighed in relief as only one minute remained.
“Finally, it’s just about time, you thought.”
You then heard a flush. Did.. did Jake use the restroom!?
Sure enough you see yourself stomping out of the hallway.
“Ok, this thing-“ he grips the outline on his jeans “-is pretty damn nice hot. I’m usually on the receiving end of these bad boys.” Jake says walking back into the living room while zipping up his pants, “But this things got a mind of its own.” he says laughing, realizing what he had just done with your body, you stair intently at the clock while repeating, “Tag your it,” over and over until suddenly you’re not looking at the clock anymore.
“Oh thank god!” you exclaim jumping up and down in your own body, you then look over to see Jake getting up off the couch.
“See now that wasn’t so bad now was it?” He asks.
“Speak for yourself, I was counting the seconds.” You say laughing
“Oh was being me such a bad thing?” he asks.
“Well yeah.” You say.
“Wait what do you mean,” he asks seriously.
“Ah well it’s just that your body...” you begin.
“And what’s wrong with my body!” he exclaims.
“Nothing, it’s just I don’t like it.” You immediately realize how bad that sounds.
“What!” Jake yells.
“No it’s not that I don’t like it, it’s that I don’t like being in it, so we shouldn’t do it again.” You say in an attempt to recover.
“Oh come on, we’ve found something amazing, it would be wrong to waste it.” He says enthusiastically, but you simply take a deep breath.
Sorry Jake, but hey it’s getting late, I’m going to head home.” You say.
“Oh yeah okay.” he says disheartened.
You then drive back to your place, take a shower, and go to sleep. You were sorry that you hurt Jake’s feelings but it was just so weird being a “twink,” you were fully dressed and safe indoors. You couldn’t imagine going out in public as him. You then drift off to sleep.
The next morning...