This is a bunch of my favorite Body Swap/Transformation stories from around the internet. All credit goes to the original authors, I simply just want to share my favorite stories with everyone In one collection.
I thought it was a dream come true when I got a job as an assistant to Joe Manganiello on his new movie. I've had a crush on the guy for the longest time, and even though he's straight, I knew even being in close proximity to him was enough to satisfy my fantasy needs. The first day on the job went pretty well. He was very nice and understanding, being that this was my first time as an assistant, and I didn't do too much besides stand around and get his coffee, clothes, etc. The best part is the entire movie is set on the beach, meaning he's essentially walking around half naked the entire time. And god, he's even hotter in person: those perfectly tanned, perfectly sculpted muscles. His warm smile outlined by rough, manly stubble. I'm pretty sure I was blushing the whole time. Thank god we were outside under the sun, I might as well have had a sunburn! At the end of the day, he called me back into his trailer to talk. At first, I thought it was more assistant duties, but I could tell from the second I walked in that this was more personal. We were the only ones around, everyone else had left, and he reached into the fridge to grab a couple of beers. "Want one?" Joe asked. I nodded, trying to contain my excitement. He pulled out a beer from the fridge and handed it to me. "Here," he said in that raw, masculine voice, "take a seat." I obliged, and we sat, drinking there and talking about the day. The beer tasted really, really good, and I don't usually like beer. He seemed in great spirits, and talked with me as if I was more of a friend than an assistant. But after a while, his face dropped, and he grew quiet, as if there were something he was hesitant to say. "Jackson," he finally said, "You've been an awesome support today, it's really great spending time with you. As a matter of fact, there's something I really need your help with. An... extra job, if you say. Would you be willing to help me out?" I think I knew where this was going. "Of course," I said, "I'm here to help you in whatever way you need." "Good," he said with a sympathetic smile, "just promise you won't freak out okay?" Sure enough, he got up and started walking towards me on the couch. I felt my heartbeat rise, the beer pumping violently through my veins as I watched him move slowly forward and stop just in front of me. Then he took off his shirt, long shadows falling across the deep peaks and valleys of his muscles. He looked down on me sitting there, and started to unbutton his jeans. "You sure you're ready for this?" He asked.
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