'You don't believe me? Mate, what's not to believe? It is crazy and makes no sense but I have found a way to swap bodies with people? You know how much this would be worth? But I'm not selling. We could have so much fun messing around with this.'
'Shit. I'm you..'
'Little slow Eric..'
'I wasn't finished, and I'm not Eric, I'm Blake.'
'Cmon, I wouldn't mind if you stayed living as me. As long as you don't do anything stupid. I would live your life, attend your swim trainings, galas. And we have pretty much the same mates and classes. You'd have to go to my rugby sessions but with my body I'm sure you wouldn't struggle?'
'Okay, but not for long. I don't want to be a loser for a long time'
You punch him in his chest, But it had little effect : Blake isn't really what you call tough, he's really quite skinny. The opposite to you. But Blake obviously not as tired as you think grabs your wrist, and twists it around your back.
'Ow, stop, that hurts!' You snapped
'Its what you've done to me every other day'
He wasn't lying, you do enjoy beating up Blake, in a fun way. But now you are Blake. and you are being beaten up by.. Yourself!
Blake, or should you call him Eric pushes you away and laughs. He's obviously enjoying having your lean body.
'Oh and Blake, it's Saturday, you have swim training. You'd better get ready as I don't want you to be late.' Says Blake who is now in your body, finishing getting changed into your clothes. He's somehow managed to find all your clothes apart from a top. He's rummaging around in your draws obviously trying to find one. You decide to help him out a little and point him to the wardrobe. But enough helping you get dressed, you need to put something on as you're still only wearing his boxers. and swim kit. You walk over to his drawers and open them. They are a mess. There are boxers mixed in with shirts, shorts and socks. After a few minutes of piling through, you had managed to find socks, clean boxers, top and shorts. You take the pile through to the bathroom, where you could get changed in privacy. You're not sure why you want privacy as it's not your body but for some reason you do. Besides you could have a quick peep and compare his body to yours. You lock the door and drop the clothes onto the floor. Feeling highly curious you fiddle with your Calvin Klein waistband, and slowly slide his boxers down your now smooth, thin legs. You take a quick peep in the mirror at his member and quickly reach for Blakes clean boxers. Despite feeling uncomfortable on many levels, you hesitate and look again in the mirror. It's suprisingly big for his body, a little bigger than your member. But he's let down by the lack of much of a forest. He's clearly not very far through puberty. Disgusted with yourself for looking, you pull your new boxers up your legs. Followed by shorts and a t shirt. You then unlock and leave the bathroom now you're changed. You grab Blakes swim shorts off the radiator - they're still wet. There would be now way you would ever wear them, but you have to. But worse still, they're skin tight. You would never wear them in your old body, but with blakes smaller, skinnier frame, hopefully they wouldn't look as outrageous as they would on you. You shove them in one of blakes sports bags along with a towl, goggles and a swim cap. Before you leave for the first time as Blake, you double check your new reflection, flick your long blond hair into place and head out, leaving Blake stuck as you for the rest of the morning.
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