A Night They'll Never Forget pt. 2

The frat house was alive with energy—walls shaking from bass-heavy music, floors sticky with spilled beer, and students packed shoulder-to-shoulder, shouting, laughing, and dancing. In the middle of it all stood William, now in Eric’s youthful body, beaming with boyish charm beneath his backward cap. He rocked the yellow Michigan tee like he’d worn it his whole life, the silver cross of the heirloom gleaming around his neck as it bounced against his chest.

Henry, in John’s taller, athletic body, towered nearby in a white #25 jersey, sipping a drink and flirting with a group of girls near the pong table.

“Kid’s got good knees,” Henry said with a grin, stretching his legs. “I can jump stairs again!”

William laughed and gave a playful shove. “I got asked if I was a freshman or sophomore. You believe that? I told her ‘super senior.’ She said that was hot.”

They clinked cups and howled with laughter, reveling in the warm glow of youth, their aging joints and gray hairs nothing but a memory now.

But the moment was shattered when the front door swung open, and in stepped two older men—William and Henry’s true bodies—now inhabited by Eric and John.

Eric, in William’s cowboy-hatted, silver-haired form, looked furious as he pushed through the crowd. John, now in Henry’s weathered frame, trailed behind, looking equally annoyed and uncomfortable.

“There you are!” Eric snapped, storming up to his own younger body—now worn by William. “It’s been long enough. We’re swapping back. Now.”

William gave him a lazy smile. “Now? Buddy, it’s Saturday. That wasn’t the deal.”

John scowled. “You said the weekend. That means one night out and we swap back. You had your fun.”

Henry raised a brow from behind John’s tall frame. “And we’re still having it.”

William stepped in closer, the chain around his neck glinting between them. “Look, fellas. We could give the bodies back now… but why cut the weekend short? We’re just getting warmed up. You can have your bodies back Sunday night—maybe.”

Eric pointed at the necklace. “Then hand it over. If you’re not ready yet, we’ll hold onto it.”

William chuckled darkly. “Yeah, no. That’s not how this works. I told you—it’s a favor. And we’re not done cashing in.”

Without another word, he turned and disappeared into the crowd, Henry following behind with a half-hearted shrug and a wink.

Eric and John stood frozen in the sea of dancing college students, stuck in borrowed, creaking bodies that didn’t belong to them. The music blared, the party roared on, and all they could do was watch their lives—now wrapped in younger skin—slip further out of reach.

A Night They'll Never Forget pt. 1

Eric and John stood dumbfounded outside the rustic bar, its neon signs flickering temptingly above the entrance. The bouncer had just rolled his eyes and tossed their fake IDs back at them. “Nice try, boys. Come back when you’re 21.”

Frustrated and eager to salvage their night, the two frat boys were about to head back when they were approached by two older men in cowboy hats—William and Henry. Their smiles were easy, their shirts crisp, and they looked like they belonged in this place.

“You fellas trying to get in?” William asked with a grin, nodding toward the bar.

“Yeah,” Eric muttered. “Bouncer’s not having it.”

“Well,” Henry chimed in, “what if we told you we could get you inside? But it comes with a little… arrangement.”

The boys raised their eyebrows.

William reached into his shirt and pulled out a silver chain with a small, gleaming cross. “Family heirloom,” he said. “Let’s just say it’s got a bit of magic. It can swap two people’s bodies—just for a bit.”

John blinked. “You’re joking.”

“Try us,” Henry said, grinning. “You let us borrow your bodies for the weekend. We get to experience what it’s like to be young again—hit a real college party, maybe relive the glory days. In return, you two get our bodies and walk into this bar no questions asked. You get drinks, dancing, the full experience.”

Eric and John hesitated, but the thought of actually getting into the bar—and the sheer ridiculousness of the offer—pushed them over the edge. They nodded.

William unhooked the chain, said a few quiet words, and the world shimmered around them.

Suddenly, Eric found himself standing a little taller, his body broader, with gray hair peeking from beneath a cowboy hat. He looked down at his buttoned-up striped shirt and thick leather belt. “What the hell…”

John, now in Henry’s white shirt and mustached face, stared at Eric, wide-eyed. “Dude. This is insane.”

Across from them, William and Henry—now in the athletic, youthful bodies of the frat boys—stretched their limbs and smirked.

“Damn, it feels good to be twenty again,” William said, checking himself out in the window’s reflection.

“Don’t worry,” Henry told them. “You two just enjoy your weekend. And don’t do anything we wouldn’t do.”

And with that, the newly aged-up Eric and John stepped into the bar, while the older men, now young again, vanished into the night toward the wildest frat party they could find.

The Great Shift ~ Welcome Week

It was a bright, busy afternoon on campus as Devin wandered across the university quad, eyes scanning the rows of booths set up for welcome week. Even though this was technically his first year at college, Devin felt out of place. Not because of the usual nerves that come with being a freshman—but because of the body he now inhabited.

Since the Great Shift hit halfway through his senior year of high school, Devin had been living in the body of his older sister, Emily. He wasn’t alone, of course—everyone had been swapped. Some into strangers, others into family. Devin hadn’t spoken much about it since arriving on campus, keeping to himself and trying to blend in. Still, the awkwardness of adjusting to college life as a girl gnawed at him.

“Hey,” a cheerful voice called out, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Devin turned to see a girl in a powder blue ribbed sweater, long brown hair gleaming in the sun, and a bright, easy smile stretched across her face. “You’re new, right?” she asked, holding a clipboard of her own.

“Uh, yeah,” Devin replied cautiously.

“I’m Alan,” she said, offering a hand. “Well, I used to be Alan. This—” she motioned to her body with a grin, “—is my sister Ashley. You shifted too, huh?”

Devin blinked, startled. “Wait… you’re in your sister’s body?”

Alan nodded. “You too, I’m guessing?”

Devin slowly nodded back. “Yeah. Emily.”

Alan’s smile widened. “Knew it. You’ve got that ‘trying to figure out how to be your sister without tripping over yourself’ look. I’ve been there. I’m actually the president of BOTS, Brothers of the Shift, here on campus. It’s a support group for guys like us who got swapped into their siblings during the shift.”

Alan held up the clipboard. “We meet once a week, talk about the weirdness of all this, help each other out. You’re not alone in this, man—or, well, you know what I mean.”

Devin cracked a smile for the first time all afternoon. “Yeah. I think I’d like to sign up.”

“Welcome to BOTS,” Alan said, scribbling his name down. “Trust me—this place makes everything feel a little more normal.”

CAP Program ~ Frank/Jaewon pt. 2

The Cultural Appreciation Program (CAP for short) is a program used as punishment for racial based discrimination in the workplace.

Frank woke up with a gasp, the harsh buzz of overhead lights echoing in the sterile CAP lab.

“What the hell—” he blurted out, but the words that escaped his mouth weren’t in English.

“뭐야?!”

He blinked, startled. He could think in English, but whenever he tried to speak, fluent Korean came out instead. It was jarring—like his brain and body were working against each other.

“Welcome to the Seoul CAP facility,” an attendant greeted him in Korean. “The transfer is complete. You’ll be escorted to your assigned residence shortly.”

That was all he got before being ushered into the city, his head spinning as he adjusted to the smaller, leaner frame he now inhabited. Jaewon’s body. The guy he’d swapped with as punishment for harassing a Korean coworker back in the States. Frank had expected something… educational, maybe humbling. He didn’t expect to be dropped into the middle of Seoul, unable to speak English, wearing someone else’s skin.

When he got to Jaewon’s compact apartment, the culture shock deepened. The apartment was minimal, the toilet had more buttons than a car, and the kitchen was… confusing. Desperate to get his bearings, he unlocked Jaewon’s phone.

That’s when he found the BlushFans app.

At first, he thought it was spam—until he opened it and saw dozens of high-quality photos and videos. All of him. Or rather, Jaewon’s body—shirtless, posing, flexing, winking at the camera. Comments and messages poured in: “Can’t wait for the next livestream 😍” and “You’re so hot, oppa.”

Frank nearly dropped the phone.

“Wait… he’s a—? I’m a—?!”

“나는… 뭐야…” he muttered aloud, frustrated that even now, he couldn’t say what he was thinking.

Jaewon wasn’t just a CAP volunteer—he was a gay BlushFans star. And Frank, like it or not, had just inherited the job.

As he stared at himself in the mirror—slimmer, smooth-skinned, undeniably attractive—he realized with a sinking feeling that this was his life now. No language. No familiarity. No privacy.

And the first live stream? Scheduled for tomorrow night.

CAP Program ~ Frank/Jaewon pt. 1

The Cultural Appreciation Program (CAP for short) is a program used as punishment for racial based discrimination in the workplace. 

When Jaewon opened his eyes, the world felt strange and heavy.

The buzzing of the fluorescent lights above him mixed with the sterile chill of the CAP lab. He sat up slowly, feeling an unfamiliar weight in his chest and arms. A calm voice crackled over the intercom:

“Welcome, Jaewon. You are in the Cultural Appreciation Program facility in Oregon. Your swap is complete. Please remain seated while final scans are processed.”

It was real. After months of applications, screenings, and training sessions, his first CAP assignment had begun. He’d signed up for the program out of curiosity—a chance to experience life in a different body, a different country. The idea felt like something out of a science fiction novel, but here he was, living it.

And now he was inside the body of a young American man named Frank, sentenced to the program after harassing a Korean coworker at his job. Jaewon had no connection to the victim. He had simply been next in line.

He moved his hands—large, pale, veined. Powerful. Flexing his arms, he could feel the muscle under his skin, the strength that wasn’t his but now somehow was. He stood, catching a glimpse of himself in a wall mirror: tousled brown hair, sharp jawline, broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his tight brown tee. He lifted it and marveled at the sculpted abs beneath.

This body was athletic, attractive—nothing like his leaner, quieter frame back home.

A CAP assistant soon entered the room and handed him a phone and a small welcome packet. “You’ll find all your information inside. You have full access to Frank’s apartment, employment history, and spending account. We recommend laying low for the first couple of days as you adjust.”

“감사합…” he began instinctively—but stopped. That wasn’t right. What came out of his mouth sounded like: “Thank you.”

He blinked.

“Can I… speak Korean?” he asked, testing it again. “Annyeong—wait. Wait…” He tried again, and again English came out. In his mind, he could still think in Korean—he could hear the words clearly in his head—but his mouth didn’t follow.

“What the hell…” he muttered, then laughed nervously. “Okay, that’s weird.”

Language override. He remembered them mentioning this in orientation—something about the brain adapting to the vocal patterns and reflexes of the host body. But he didn’t expect it to feel so… disorienting. To think in Korean but only speak English? It made everything feel even more surreal.

As he began heading outside, the cultural shock hit him full force. People greeted him casually, without hesitation or suspicion. At the coffee shop down the street, the barista smiled brightly at him. “What can I get for you today?”

Jaewon hesitated, expecting to stutter—but the words came easily, naturally, with an American accent.

“Uh… just a black coffee. Medium.”

“Coming right up!”

He took a seat by the window, watching people pass on the sidewalk. In Korea, he’d grown used to second glances, judgmental looks, the occasional muttered comment. Here, he was just another guy. No one stared. No one whispered. It was peaceful in a way that almost felt unfair.

He looked down at his reflection in the glass. This wasn’t just a swap of skin. It was a swap of privilege. Of perception. Of freedom.

And as he sipped his coffee, flexed his new fingers, and listened to his thoughts swirl in Korean inside a mouth that only spoke English, Jaewon found himself smiling.

He didn’t want to go back.

ReMod App ~ Copycat

At sixteen, Dylan had always looked up to his older brother, Chase. At 21, Chase was everything Dylan aspired to be — fit, confident, effortlessly cool. But with five years between them, Chase always seemed just out of reach. They lived in the same house but different worlds. Chase was out living life, while Dylan still felt stuck in high school, dreaming of the day he could catch up.

One lazy Saturday, Dylan was lying in bed scrolling through his phone when an ad for an app caught his eye: ReMod – Redefine Yourself. It looked like one of those AR filter apps or maybe a body editing tool. He downloaded it out of boredom.

The app opened with a sleek interface and asked him to take a photo of himself. He shrugged and snapped a quick selfie. Then it prompted him to input stats: age, height, weight, body type, even things like fitness level and bone structure. Dylan smirked. “What if I just…?”

He began typing in Chase’s info from memory — 21 years old, 6 feet tall, 180 pounds, athletic build. He knew it all by heart. For fun, he hit ‘Apply Changes’ button on screen.

At first, nothing happened. Then a strange warmth rippled through his chest, followed by a tingling sensation racing across his limbs. Dylan gasped as his arms thickened, shoulders broadened, abs tightening and torso stretching. His face reshaped, maturing, becoming more angular — more like Chase’s.

He stumbled to the mirror — and nearly dropped his phone. Staring back at him wasn’t a teenage boy anymore. It was Chase. Or rather… Dylan, but in his brother’s exact body.

Heart racing, he slowly turned side to side, flexed his arms, and ran a hand down his now-ridiculously sculpted torso. It was surreal. He’d actually become his brother’s twin.

From the hallway, Chase wandered in and did a double take. He stopped in the doorway, blinking in confusion at the shirtless mirror selfie scene unfolding.

“Dylan?” Chase asked cautiously.

Dylan grinned, striking a mock pose. “Guess we’re hanging out today.”

Chase looked stunned. “Dude… what did you do?”

“Just… caught up a little early,” Dylan said with a wink.

Clothes Make the Man ~ Tailored Fate

This story has been inspired by one of my favorite stories by YoungTrevor on Blogger which can be found here!

Ryan hadn’t planned on going anywhere except Old Navy. At 43, he liked routine—practical clothes, loose boxers, and breathable cotton tees. But as he passed a new shop tucked between the candle kiosk and the pretzel stand, something about it caught his eye. The storefront was old-fashioned, with a hanging sign that read: Clothes Make the Man. Curious, and a little bored, he stepped inside.

It was quiet, like stepping into someone’s attic. Clothes lined every wall—some modern, some vintage, all carefully arranged. A distinguished man behind the counter, with silver hair and a vest straight out of a costume drama, greeted him warmly.

“Looking for something specific?”

“Underwear, actually,” Ryan chuckled. “Mine are all shot.”

“Ah, of course,” the man said, eyes gleaming. “Right this way.”

He led Ryan to the back of the store and pulled out a pair of crisp white briefs. They were clearly several sizes too small for Ryan’s middle-aged build.

“Those aren’t going to fit,” Ryan said, skeptical.

“They’ll fit you perfectly,” the owner said with a wink, handing them over.

Ryan stepped into the changing booth, not noticing the shimmer in the mirror’s surface. He tugged the size medium briefs on—surprisingly being able to get them on even though he usually wears a size extra large. As the waistband snapped into place, a jolt ran through him. His legs tightened, his gut receded, his chest expanded, and his face restructured. In seconds, he had become someone entirely new—youthful, handsome, toned.

He stared in shock at the reflection: the man from the image on the brief’s packaging. His jaw dropped. “What the hell—?”

He stepped out of the booth, still dazed.

 

The shopkeeper just smiled. “Welcome to your new self. The mirrors are enchanted. Anyone who tries on clothing becomes the last person who wore it. You’re him now—body, voice, everything. And outside these walls, the world will remember you as always having been this man.”

Ryan’s phone buzzed. He looked down. New name. New contacts. His past, rewritten.

“But…” he started.

“No need to worry,” the owner said, handing him a fresh bundle of clothes. Stylish jeans, a fitted tee, sleek sneakers. “These will fit your new body. Consider them a gift.”

Ryan hesitated, then took them. In minutes, he was fully dressed—feeling strange, powerful, and oddly excited.

“Now,” the owner said, ushering him toward the door, “go live your life. It’s already waiting for you.”

As Ryan stepped into the mall again, heads turned—people smiled, some waved. No one saw the middle-aged man who had walked in. That man no longer existed. Only himself and the shopkeeper remembered the man Ryan was. 

The Great Shift ~ Superhero Origin Story

A couple months had passed since the Great Shift changed everything. In an instant, Trevor went from being a scrawny 18-year-old with a messy room full of action figures and comic books to waking up in the muscular, hairy body of his forty-something neighbor, Donald—a man he had secretly admired for years. Donald was everything Trevor wasn’t: confident, handsome, charming. And now, thanks to the bizarre cosmic event, Trevor was Donald.

At first, the adjustment was overwhelming. The weight of Donald’s body—the sheer mass of it—took getting used to. The facial hair, the deep voice, the raw strength in every movement. Trevor had nearly stumbled the first time he walked past a mirror and saw that rugged, chiseled face staring back at him.

But now, a couple months in, Trevor had found his rhythm. He had no desire to try and figure out how to swap back. Instead, he leaned into it. He kept reading comics—just now, he did it sprawled across the king-sized bed his parents bought since he no longer fit in his twin sized bed, often shirtless, his chest hair tangled in the morning sun as he flipped through the latest Multiverse’s End issue.

He was still a nerd at heart, but now he was a nerd with biceps, a killer smile, and boxer briefs covered in superhero faces. The irony wasn’t lost on him—he used to daydream about Donald shirtless reading comics, and now that was his reality.

Trevor grinned as he held the comic up, feeling the power in his forearms flex. He still had no idea whose body Donald was in—or if Donald was even still around—but he didn’t care. For the first time in his life, he felt comfortable in his skin… even if it wasn’t originally his.

“Guess I finally got my superhero origin story,” he chuckled, flipping the page.

Exchange Island ~ A League of His Own

A couple days into their vacation on Exchange Island, Marvin still couldn’t believe it when he looked in the mirror—or down at himself. The 14-year-old, who just a few days ago had been a skinny eighth grader with a mouth full of braces, now sat shirtless in a beach chair, the sun beating down on a thick, muscular body that wasn’t his… but definitely was now.

He grinned, feeling the rough scruff of a full beard as he rubbed his jawline. “Still wild,” he murmured, his voice now deep and gravelly, with the unmistakable tone of a grown man—specifically Jason Kelce, his all-time favorite football player. Exchange Island had delivered.

His parents had warned him the resort’s signature feature was intense—everyone swapped bodies upon arrival, and the changes lasted until checkout. They thought it’d be a fun break from the ordinary. Marvin had expected to be maybe an adult, maybe someone athletic, but he never imagined waking up in the broad, hairy, powerful frame of the legendary center.

Jason Kelce’s body was massive, covered in a thick pelt of chest hair, with wide shoulders, tree-trunk legs, and arms that could probably bench a truck. Marvin hadn’t even been able to walk normally at first, let alone sit without accidentally knocking over furniture with his now-thick thighs or burly arms.

But now, a few days in, Marvin was loving it. The resort had a football beach tournament yesterday, and he’d absolutely dominated—probably a little too enthusiastically for a vacation game, but who could blame him? It wasn’t every day a middle schooler got to play as a real NFL star.

Leaning back in the beach chair, he let out a satisfied sigh. His hand rested comfortably on his stomach—rounder than expected, but strong underneath. He’d never felt more relaxed, more confident, or more cool. Kids around the resort waved at him like he was a celebrity. Adults asked him for advice on barbecuing or lifting weights. He soaked it all in.

ReMod App ~ One Tap to Rewrite it All

Daniel lounged back on the sun-warmed pool chair, sweat glistening on his broad chest as he casually sipped a glass of ice water and scrolled through his phone. His legs sprawled confidently, his sculpted frame barely contained in the snug black swim trunks that hugged his powerful thighs. He wore a backwards cap, massive headphones over his ears, and a lazy, satisfied grin that screamed self-assurance. Every now and then, a group of girls would giggle as they passed, stealing glances at him—and he’d flash them a knowing smirk, as if that had always been his reality.

And as far as Daniel knew… it had.

Only a few days ago, Daniel had been the least noticeable guy on the trip. He was wiry, short, and always the “funny friend,” not the one who drew attention. Sick of always playing second fiddle to his ripped, confident buddies, he’d been scrolling through his phone one night at the hotel and came across an ad for the ReMod App. It looked like some silly avatar-editing game, so he downloaded it, laughed at how you could tweak your height, body hair, jawline, and even “confidence aura.” He sculpted the perfect version of himself—tall, tan, muscular, and undeniably hot—and clicked confirm.

What he hadn’t noticed were the settings at the bottom:

[✓] Reality Rewrite

[✓] Self Forget Enabled

When the transformation hit, Daniel didn’t feel a thing. Because as far as he knew, he had always looked like this.

Gone were his old insecurities and self-deprecating humor. In their place was easy charm, natural swagger, and a track record of attention from both women and men alike. His friends never questioned the shift—because to them, Daniel had always been the alpha of the group.

There were no old photos, no records of who he used to be. Every image, ID, and memory had been rewritten to reflect the body he now had. The ReMod App, now deleted and forgotten, had done its job perfectly.