Swap Meet (body swap)
by Drakkenfyre
It was a hot summer day. He'd been looking at some Native American pottery than an old Indian had spread out on a Navajo blanket. The items represented many Indian Nations ranging from Chippewa to Cherokee, as well as Navajo and Zuni. Most of the older pieces had been broken and glued back together or were new pieces (one even had a motorcycle on it). He'd been looking for a gift for Annie, but he didn't think she'd like any of the pots.
"C'mon, kid, it's a slow day. You're my only customer, so far, and its" almost noon. Make an old coyote an offer!"
It was unbearably hot. Rick pulled his shirt over his head. He had sunscreen on his arms and face, but would probably end up with a bad sun burn on his back and chest. As he pulled the shirt off, he say handsome stud in the next aisle showing off his beautifully tanned physique. Rick thought, "That guy probably never has to worry about sun burn. I've been working on my abs for 3 years, and compared to him, I'm a wimp, and his a god. I bet he has to fight of women with a stick."
"If I make a hundred bucks, I can pack it in today. I'm sure you've got a hundred bucks, what would you like for $100?" the Indian asked.
"I'd give a hundred bucks to have that guys' body!" He pointed to the hunk looking at the antique. He watched as the guy stood up. His tan faded. His muscles lost their definition. Rick realized he was looking at himself. How could that be. A mirror? He noticed a free standing oak framed mirror in the next stall, and turned to see himself.
Head rush. He was looking at that hunk's perfect tanned torso wearing his blue jeans. He noticed that they were a little tight now, and about 3" too short. He unbuttoned his fly, and breathed. Rick couldn't believe his luck.
"Hmmm, hmrph," the Indian said, "$100 please."
"Is this real or illusion?" Rick said as he fished his wallet out of his back pocket.
"Real enough, and permanent. Your mind in his body, his mind in your body." The Indian was quickly packing up his wares, and started rolling his blanket.
"Worth every penny, here you go," Rick said cleaning out his wallet, "Don't suppose you have any blue jeans in my new size?"
"No, but you can borrow my scissors and make cut-offs out of that pair." He handed Rick some scissors as he collected the four $20's and two $10's.
He cut them off at the knees, and handed the Indian back his scissors. "Annie'll be really surprised by the new me."
"I bet you both will, Rick!" the Indian laughed.
Rick stared at his former body. He hadn't realized how hot he'd looked before. A sudden tightness in his jeans drew his attention to his erection. He was embarrassed, he was getting hot looking at his former body. He blushed and turned back toward the Indian. The stall was empty, the Indian was gone. Rick looked around. Where had that guy gone, and how had he disappeared in the open parking lot where the swap meet was held.
Rick picked up his shirt and started walking. He was working his way over to his former body, when he ran into this other guy. The guy was bigger and burlier than the new and improved Rick, and he smelled great. Smelled great? What was Rick thinking? Rather why was he thinking that?
"So, here you are, Donny, well are you happy to see your old master?" the burly man asked, "I guess so." Rick's resurrected erection, told the story. The man patted Rick's crotch. Rick nearly came. What was happening to him?
The burly man in the leather vest, put his arm around Rick's shoulder, and began guiding him out of the swap meet. "Can't wait to get you back on the ranch. You know, it's time you were branded, and permanently stable, Donny, don't you agree?"
The strength from the man was overpowering Rick, he needed to make this guy happy. While he cringed at the thought of being branded, he wanted to belong to this big rancher. What about Annie? What about her? What do you know about this guy? I know I want to be with him, Rick thought.
"Look at the way those fillies look at you? If only they knew that this stallion is really a mare! Too bad for them, you were born gay, Donny!"
No! Rick's mind was trapped in a gay body! Twisted hormones or brain chemistry were wreaking havoc with Rick's mind. The buxom twins that his master had referred to bearly registered to Rick in his new state. His master? No. He wasn't anyone's slave or mare or whatever this man had in store for him. But still he went with the man, he needed to go with him. He just couldn't understand why.
Don Mason was having his own problems, he'd been trying to get the interest of an attractive antique dealer by stretching his bare torso in front of the man, while he pretended to look at a lamp at the back of the stall. He now had the man's undivided attention, who was staring gape eyed at the man in the navy blue shorts who had been a superathlete with a dark tan, and had become a pale man with toned but far from prize winning physique in the same navy blue shorts. Don had his interest, but the man no longer interested him.
He turned and saw something that captured his interest. Four somethings---the buxom twins walking down the next aisle. He double timed it to the end of his aisle, and turned up the aisle they'd been in. He'd never been attracted to girls before, but his little donny was giving the orders, and Don never questioned orders before.
As he rounded the aisle, Don ran into himself or rather his former self--now Rick--literally. He looked at Rick up and down, and at Mick Masterson who had his arm around Rick. Then Don looked down at his body, and did a double take. His tan was gone, his honed pecs and abs were gone. Don was a different man, but Mick Masterson was his master, he was supposed to be with him. He shouldn't have wandered off.
"Master, are you ready to leave?"
"Who are you, boy?"
"Rick Banner," Rick answered before Don could, "he wants to join us at the ranch. Would that be okay, sir?" Rick's mind was reshaping to the overwhelming command of Don's hormones.
Don who now had Rick's less hormone driven body, still had a mind shaped by his former body. He knew he was destined to serve.
The two young men climbed into the back of Mick Masterson's truck and squeezed in with six calves. There was a water dispenser, salt lick, and feed bin. "Hand me your clothes, boys, you won't need them again!" Masterson ordered, "Here, Rick, put on some sunscreen, don't want any lobsters on my ranch. All turf, no surf!"
Don's former body accepted the sun lotion, and volunteered, "I would be happy to apply it to you, Rick," Rick said to Don.
"I bet you would," Mick laughed and started the truck.
Peeking from behind a cactus, coyote howled with laughter. He'd expected Rick to end up with Masterson, but never thought that Don would follow his old path, Masterson had conditioned that mind well.
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