It was a dream (he) I had

Nah man, they are fake . Can tell because the thr logo is a sticker on the sole. Only a proper chav like me can afford proper Nikes!

You mean you nicked them off the market.

Ah well lad, it’s not what you know it’s who you know! You couldn’t handle being a proper chav like me!

But then all that got me thinking. Could I handle it. I began spending loads of time with him, almost stalking him. I managed to find out most of his body statistics. We were close before, but now we were even closer.

There was one very weird day, he teased me for being gay. I wasn’t gay, but I went along with it for a while. The next few days were a little weird, we hardly spoke to each other.

Eventually he came to apologise to me and I told him some home truths. Look bro I ain’t gay and all the slurs have done my head in a little. He then made a bit of a jive! Go sleep with my ex or something, it’s the closest you will ever get to me.

I was mad! I wasn’t gay, I didn’t want to sleep with him. I told him that but then added another few words.

I don’t want to date you or bed you, I want to be you! Actually become you. Touch your skin as if it were my own!

That was the end of our friendship as I knew it. Days passed and he didn’t text me again. However my desire to be him was now so strong that I had to do something. Then I remembered the set of clothes he had left at my place once. I got them out of my wardrobe, even though it was weeks since he had worn them, they still smelled like him. It was a complete set of his clothes too, right down to his socks and underwear.

I decided to put it all on. His underwear first. A pair of tight white briefs, he hated boxers, gave him too much swag, as he put it, he much rather his huge package was held in place. then his dirty white socks; he always said a chavvy lad like him should always wear white. Next came his grey sweat pants, there was still a pack of smokes in the pocket. Then his matching t shirt and jacket quickly followed by his sneaks.

I took time on his sneaks, noticing that he clearly favoured weight on the front of his feet, the toe indents inside were deeper than that of his heal, noting that he had arched feet, a detail about him that I did not know. But the next part was what was ridiculous. I knew he feet 3 sizes smaller than myself, me being a 12 and he being a 9. They would never fit me. However, to my surprise they fitted perfectly.

I stood up admired myself in the mirror and noted how ridiculous I looked in his chavvy gear. I liked the sporty look but not as chavvy as he seemed to enjoy. I quickly took everything off and headed to bed.

That night it seemed to take longer than usual to fall to sleep. I felt warm, sweaty and groggy. His clothing lay on the floor next to my bed. I could still smell him. I missed him greatly. I remember waking up around half way through the night, visiting the bathroom. I was still feeling groggy, although my headache was going and my head felt lighter somehow. Climbing back into bed I was sweating, I could still smell him but I drifted off to sleep fairly easily.

The next morning I was awoken with banging on thr door and about 100 missed calls and texts. I checked thr time and weirdly my phone didn’t un lock. With all the racket I jumped out of bed and stumbled a little, I felt off balance. I opened the door and standing in the door way was a man I recognised as me!

He barged straight through and slammed the door behind him. He stormed into the kitchen and was ready to throw punch’s. Wait…. Why are you me? Who are you?

Like you don’t already know! You swapped our bodies, now I’m you and your me.

I swear I haven’t, I don’t even know what you are on about. I’ve literally only just woken up.

He went to swing another punch at me. Wait if you hurt me you’re hurting yourself. I swear I don’t have a clue about a body swap.

I began to check myself out. I was naked except for a pair of briefs and socks. His briefs and socks. I started to like at my arms and hands, they were certainly not my own arms and hands, and I had a flat stomach with some well defined abs. I started to touch myself just to check if this was real. It sure as hell seemed to be.

Don’t be touching my body like that!

Bro.

Don’t call me bro!

Look, this is the first I knew of this. I’m touching your body, which right now is clearly mine to check what the fuck is going on. This is weird.

Yeah I know, I had to use the bathroom this morning. I had to hold your dick. I took a shower too and I only realised what had happened when my hair, your hair, got wet and it flopped into my eyes -your eyes. The point is I’ve seen most of your body, touched most of your body! That’s not normal! Fix it!

If I knew how it happened I would fix it.

I went to my bedroom, my intention was to hide the clothing that really belonged to him. However, I had no need too. All of my gear was replaced by his and my room was strewn with all of his belongings.

So you have no idea how all my gear got here and all your gear got into my room? Size 12 feet mate, what’s that all about….

Not a clue! You don’t think I did this do you? How would I manage that?

You must of got help.

And how did I get help taking your body? Look I have no desire to be you, (at least that’s what I told him) and we gotta find a way to sort this.

I suggested we traded clothes even sleeping in the wrong beds, sleeping together in the same bed. A google search revealed that body swapping could be possible if both lads had sex, he even consented to being fucked by his own former body , something of a dream he said, but that and in fact nothing allowed us to swap back. Days turned into weeks and we had to accept this was the way we were now.

After a month he decided to give up trying to swap us back. I couldn’t be happier. We became best friends once more and the sex bever stopped.,