DNA Conversion

THE SWITCH

The following night, Norman hangs out at my old condo waiting for the call from me. Mark shows up looking incredible. I do my normal routine for him – kiss him at the door, welcome him in, then hand him a laced beer. Within minutes, he's passed out on the sofa. I pull out a vial from the conversion kit then unzip Mark, pull down his underwear and pull a fresh pube from his crotch. I add it to the vial, shake as directed, then call Norm over.

Norman arrives a minute later, all excited for the coming change. We watch the color change to blue. Since Norm is much smaller than Mark, I have him strip completely. I noticed my underwear was tight when I changed into Paul. We carry Mark to my basement where I inject him with another sleeping agent that'll keep him out for 24 hours. Norman quickly swigs the vial then lays down on the sofa near Mark. I film it with one of my digital video cameras. I'm fascinated so I'm take a seat next to the sofa and watch Norman.

For the first hour, Norman shivers and convulses but doesn't change at all, not that I could notice. Slowly during the second hour, I see Norman's hair recede into his skull, skin changing, becoming tan and I notice his body gaining length. During the 3rdhour, his hair comes back, black like Mark's, his face become identical to Mark's and his body continues to fill out like Mark's. His chest hairs sprout, and the tattoo appeared on his shoulder. He looks exactly like Mark. Nothing appears to happen during the last hour. He almost looks dead as his breathing seemed to slow. Slowly 'Mark' starts to groan, then his eyes open. He rubs his eyes, then starts feeling his face. His head turns slightly, sees me and smiles.

"It worked didn't it? Oh my god, my voice is different." He says in shock. He jumps up and runs to my bathroom mirror with me following him.

"Holy fuck, I can't believe this." Norman stares in the mirror, making faces and feeling his body. His throbbing cock jumps and I can't help but grab it gently, then pull him in for a kiss.

"You kiss just like 'Mark', your cock feels like his' and it's even uncut"

"Yeah that's a strange sensation, and my mind feels fuzzy with random information and images swimming around in my head. I don't know how to describe it really. God, I remember dressing for tonight, picking out my clothes. I remember walking in the door kissing you, then sipping a beer."

"Yeah, it's your brain reformatting all the information, is how I think of it. It'll clear up in a few hours." I promise.

"I'm fucking sore too Jerry, like I was stretched on a rack."

"It's Paul now. That's normal too, that takes a good night's sleep to clear up."

"Oh, sorry Paul." He smiles. "Sleep? No way, we're going out dancing." He commands.

The new 'Mark' runs over to his sleeping double in the chair, checking his face, feeling it, comparing tattoos and other details. Mark starts undressing him. I jump in, pulling off his shoes and socks while 'Mark' unbuttons his shirt, then his jeans. We start pulling off his jeans. When he's down to the underwear, 'Mark' fondles his double's cock, then his own, studying both and making comparisons. I sit back in the chair and start watching my new boyfriend get dressed to go out. 'Mark' sniffs his underwear then slowly steps into them, pulls them up, adjusting his erect cock in his crotch. He pulls on his socks, then steps into his jeans pulling them up slowly and savoring the moment. As he pulls on his shirt he notes. "I bought this with you weeks ago on one of our shopping sprees"

"Yes, I told you how much I liked it,"

"And you want to borrow it someday. And as I told you once – no fucking way." He laughs knowing the entire history of one shirt.

"Fuck that's amazing."

"Yeah, but I still know how to kick your ass in Risk." He laughs.

"That's Norm talking for sure but his memory is fucked up because he rarely beats me at Risk." I return fire and laugh.

Mark buttons up his shirt, then heads back to his passed out double. He takes off his necklace, watch and ring and slips them on him.

"How do I look boyfriend?" He turns around and tucks in his shirt.

"Identical in every way." I smile

"Good, I'm starving and I want to head to Beef's for a burger. I love that place." He comes over to me and kisses me.

"Yes, you do 'Mark'."

Mark grabs his keys to his 911 from his pocket and grins. "I'm driving, don't want to be seen in your Camaro."

"Will you shut up finally about my Camaro?"

"No!" He kisses me again. It's amazing how much he is Mark. I can't tell the difference at all.

"Wait one minute. Just to be safe here." I dig through a closet, finding some rope. Then head over to the imposter on the chair and start tying him up. "We can have him getting loose."

Mark first drives us to his condo to freshen up some. He runs to his bathroom, jells his hair and puts on some cologne. When he comes out of his bathroom, he's identical to the person who walked into my house early this evening. Mark drives us to Beef's, pays for dinner, then over to Backstreet to dance and finally home at 1am. As Mark, Norman is totally in character. Friends approach him and he's the Mark they know and love. His ex-boyfriend approaches us and they talk and talk about movie roles and upcoming projects. All of Mark's information and personality traits are on display and I couldn't tell the difference from the Mark that Paul knew.

"This was amazing Paul. I don't ever want to call you Jerry ever again, and never ever call me Norman. He's dead or will be soon." We jump into his car and head back to my place.

"Mark, this was just a normal date night for us, like we've done dozens of times." I lean over, place my hand on his leg and kiss him deeply. We get home, making out all the way in, then up to my bedroom. We're up most of the night fucking each other and talking. Mark goes on and on about his premiere and project, impressing me with every detail. We sleep in till 8am, shower, dress and have breakfast.