I woke up in my bed the next morning. I sat up with a jolt, remembering I had made a swap, but nothing after that. Sitting up so quickly made me feel sick as i rolled off my bed and threw my head into my trash can as I… y’ joe what, I’m just going to skip this part. It’s not important… and gross.
So after I finally came to after… that… I realized I wasn’t dressed in my usual clothes. I was expecting to be wearing either the T-shirt and jeans I wore to the bar, or my usual pajama bottoms, but instead I found myself wearing something that as far as I knew, I never even owned. I was wearing only a jockstrap. The oddest part, though, was that instead of feeling uncomfortable in them, like I knew I would abs probably should feel, I instead felt extremely confident wearing them. So much, in fact, that I didn’t see an issue with parading around the house I shared with Cooper wearing only the jockstrap, despite my less than athletic body. And when I finally felt well enough to leave my room, that’s exactly what I did.
I encountered Cooper in the kitchen who was stuffing various foods into the blender, including a donut, a chopped avocado, and strawberry milk, making his homemade hangover remedy that I also craved. I sat at the counter, my bare ass on the stool. I grunted in greeting and Cooper grunted back without turning to me, running the blender instead. He poured out two glasses and turned to hand one to me, but hesitated when he finally saw me. He looked confused, and simply said “Shirt?” I replied with “Didn’t wanna.” as he handed me the glass and we both chugged down the disgusting concoction, feeling much better in the process.
Cooper walked around the counter to sit beside me, and paused again when he saw what all I was wearing. “Dude, the fuck?” I was confused. “What?”
“The fuck are you wearing and why is your bare ass on the stool.”
Without thinking, I responded, not realizing that I wouldn’t have answered this way just the day before. “Look I gotta show off where I can. If I gotta cover up in my home, then what’s the point of anything?” In that moment, I realized exactly what the swap I made was.
I swapped my relationship with clothes which whoever it was.
My target clearly had a dislike of clothes, preferring to wear clothes that covered as little as possible and showed himself off as much as possible. And now I felt the same way.
I looked at him, stunned at what I said, but knowing that to me, it was true. He also looked surprised. “So this was the swap you made last night… I blacked out right before you actually did it. Guess now it makes sense… still, can you not put your bare ass, or bare anything, on the furniture? Like, basic decency, please?”
I got up and nodded. “Yeah, sorry, I’ll go put something on at least.” I made my way back to my room.
Looking through my drawers, all of my clothes had changed too. My usual graphic tees all still had their graphics on them, but they were now either deep cut stringer tanks, or incredibly tight tank tops. Not that I minded anymore. All of my usual cargo shorts and loose jeans turned into athletic shorts, most of which were small and tight on me, sweatpants, or in one case, assless chaps. I was wondering why I had those, but I didn’t really mind them. Even my dress clothes had changed, most of them becoming very tight on me.
I decided to put on one of the tight tanks with a video game character on it, and a pair of basketball shorts. Looking in the mirror, I felt comfortable with what I was wearing - but I looked odd. I was dressed like a stereotypical college jock, but with the overweight body of a guy who likes to eat and hasn’t worked out in years.
I returned to the living area, where Cooper had turned on the tv, prepping the GameStation with our usual Sunday morning games. He looked at me and smiled. “A lot better, thanks.” I sat down and we played for a bit, talking casually about stuff. He asked if I figured out the side effect yet to this swap. I told him the truth, I had no idea what else swapped. We played for a bit more before he got up to go to the gym. He asked if I wanted to join him, which I declined, and I turned on the tv to flip through the channels until something interested me.
Seeing what was on one of the channels though, got me instantly aroused. I had never experienced this before, this massive arousal simply from seeing what I saw - and I realized the side effect. I had a new kink.