Becoming Ron (body swap hypno)
by zulator
The story I have to tell depending on who you are may be shocking or may just cause your cock to swell. For me writing this, the latter is true.
I was entering my first job as Gym teacher at a Virginia High School and my newness at the job gave me the feeling of stress I have never known before. It was my first time to teach, and although I am a very confident young guy, this was a test of how I would relate on a professional level.
A little about myself so you will know me: my name is Mark Gordon, I am 24 years old, I have always loved sports and exercise, and I have maintained a pretty awesome body because of it. I have always had this ultra high level of confidence in my appearance yet my style of dress was ultra casual mostly and always comprised loose fitting jeans or khakis, printed tee shirts or polo shirt. I would be the first one to go shirtless and show off my hard upper body if the occasion arose, and my appearance always would draw attention. Now all this might sound like I am a typical gym rat--arrogant and full of myself--and that might be your first impression if you didn't know me. I love to make conversation with people and would be the first one in a crowd to introduce myself. Parties were my passion, because it brought so many different people together and the chance to talk was addictive. I loved to talk about sports and always seem to gather a crowd around me when I am in my element.
Now, back to the job, the chance to work with kids and help them to see success in physical development. I always imagined that if I could just help one kid to find his potential, I would have succeeded in my teaching career. All was going well as the new semester began, and the kids in my gym class seemed to look up to me and listen. I suppose I was young enough yet to relate to them or they just enjoyed being in the company of a True Jock. It didn't matter to me as long as I was able to convey the principles of good physical health.
My acceptance by the faculty was a snap. The average age of teachers today was around 29 years old, so I was with my contemporaries all the time. There were a few older administrators at the school, the principal, for one and as it turned out, would become the one person that would have the most influence on my life.
I could always count of Mr. Stephens to find me in the halls between classes, or be the first one I greeted at a faculty meeting. I always thought it was a coincidence, but found out much later that is was a carefully planned thing, and there was an agenda that he was playing out with out my knowing it.
I suppose the most obvious of these encounters occurred after regular school was out and my duties were over for the day and I would retreat to the gymnasium to work up a sweat playing basketball in my knee-high gray shorts. I would wait all day for the chance to tear off my clothes and get into my jockstrap and gray shorts and to be shirtless as I made basket after basket, running the length of the court. It became a ritual for me to work up a huge sweat, and made the hard day of planning routines for the kids during the day all worth it. Even with the hard work out after school, I was still experiencing some sort of stress which all the running and sweating just couldn't work out of me. I guessed it was the exposure to all the kids and the responsibility I had for their safety and well-being.
Soon after the semester started, and as soon as Principal Stephens got wind of my extra curricular activity, he would show up, sitting in the bleachers watching me work out and sweat. This became a regular event everyday, and through this dedication he had to enjoying the sight of a young hot body going through this routine, we developed a relationship that some would call unusual. Before long, I couldn't really enjoy the work out without Ron there. In fact we became so close, because of what I was to find out later as a deep mutual desire, that he would wait till I showered and we would go to his office to chat and have a cup of tea and I would listen to Ron talk about a number of interesting subjects and see him unwind with a simple cigarette.
Ron, as I would refer to him now and forever, was a very interesting and seductive person who fed my intellectual needs completely. I suppose Ron could be considered my alter ego, because he had turned out to be the one person I wanted to be with and our chats and sharing of each other's libidos seemed to be the right thing to do. I suppose in the final analysis one would say that I was his alter ego too, and the chance that we could survive that and not totally consume each other seemed beyond the laws of physics.
As time went on, what seemed like a friendship made in heaven, turned out to be an experiment in ancient mystical ritual, that I was unaware of for the longest time, yet Ron was perfectly in control of the out come from the get go. It didn't happen right away, the changes I mean, I suppose Ron had to be sure that my desires and his were on equal planes and the concept of male to male transformation was just a fantasy of mine, however Ron seemed to have the process worked out.
What I found out early on in this relationship with Ron, was that he was a very good hypnotist and he brought that to my attention one day when we were discussing stress and how to divert the energy to something relaxing. I suppose I was the perfect subject for Ron and his plan and I was willing I suppose, so I can't blame Ron for taking advantage of me. Before long, during our time in his office drinking tea and talking, Ron told me of his gift of hypnotism and how he could guarantee his success with my problems with stress. I, of course, became the willing subject, since I wanted less stress, and the idea of Ron probing my mind seemed like a professional way two men could have sexual foreplay. I wanted Ron in my head and I know he wanted me in his. It became a hidden desire for both of us and we both did quite well dancing around the subject of overt sex.
Ron W. Stephens was a 57-year-old man with a balding head, salt and pepper goatee. He wore wire-rimmed glasses, had dark eyebrows and was overweight by most health standards, but carried his weight well in his slacks, dress shirts and the ties he wore every day. By comparison, Ron's 40" waist and conservative dress was in contrast to my 30" waist and my casual jock attire. His soft out of shape frame seemed to fit his position, just as my defined hard body fit mine. There was no illusion of one being superior over the other, rather we became the superior desires of each other. At first glance one would say that we were father and son, but our relationship went beyond a paternal connection. We were physiques of youth and maturity on a course to total transformation. My desire to be like Ron began to take control of my life and it affected my sexual desires and I began to masturbate more and more because of it. As I found out later, Ron's sexual regimen was almost identical to mine, and for a man in his late 50s, his testosterone levels were exceptionally high, along with his desire to be me so totally and completely. He brought an ancient ritual back from the past to complete his well-thought out plan. I came to find out how much he desired to be young and to have my physical body. But it was more that just the hard body and youth he sought, it was the total Mark image--the combination of genetics, my outlook on life and my extroverted personality--that Ron so desperately needed and that he lacked. Ron had a very addictive personality, but was shy and not the person you would find working the crowds at a party. Ron was the person who would be sitting alone or outside smoking with a rum and Coke in his hand, politely smiling to maintain his professional image.
So when the time was right for Ron, and he had successfully proven that I was the perfect subject for hypnotism, Ron was able to manipulate me with suggestions and could put me into a deep suggestive sleep at his whim by planting the phrase "How were the kids today". When I would hear this during our chats, I was thrown into a deep hypnotic trance and fair game for what Ron had planned for us both. Through his manipulation of my mind, and the addition of a well-kept ancient spice, Ron was in total control of both our destinies.
As I found out later, Ron was putting me into a hypnotic trance daily to extract from me my young potent sperm to be used in his brew of tea. As he controlled my masturbation as I sat in front of his desk, Ron was also masturbating, driven by my hot muscular body and the day his body would replicate mine in physique, age and personality. Ron would prepare our tea separately, introducing my sperm into his brew and his sperm into my brew. This addition of male sperm into the ancient spice called Tongue Root, as I found out later, was the exact ritual performed during the nurturing of a select male offspring for the future mating with the royal princess of a neighboring tribe. It was like marriages by selection at birth, but to be fully worthy of the female princess in question, the male child selected to wed her was raised being feed the mystical spice tea laced with the sperm of the most viral warrior in the region. As it was understood through ancient record, the viral warrior would provide his sperm so as to form the selected infant into his perfect genetic replica, making the male then worthy of becoming the mate of the maturing princess. This process was common during this time, and allowed male selection from the common people of the empire. The family, who paid the royal family the most in food and wares, could then have the chance to donate a male infant for this special marriage. Since the child's actual genetic make up made no difference in respect to this selection, all families could participate in the honor. Once selected, the host family would raise their male child with the mystical tea laced with daily sperm donations from the donor warrior. As the child grew, he emulated the warrior in every aspect, both physical ability and physique.
Now back to Ron's office. Ron was feeding me this tea laced with his sperm and ingesting mine with this revival of the ancient ritual. Even though we both were not infants, the effects of the mystical process could still be made, and with manipulation of doses, Ron was slowly creating the method for total body transformation.
As the hypnosis, mutual masturbation and Tongue Root tea routine continued during that first year, I was slowly transforming into Ron W. Stephens principal and Ron was becoming Mark A. Gordon, young gym teacher and jock. The manipulation of our genetic code made for subtle changes at first, Ron became much more active physically and I tended to explore the intellectual side of myself and tended to cut out much of my exercise routine. My hobbies of mostly outdoor activities on weekends and holidays turned to time spent reading and snacking more than I had ever done before. My habits were becoming Ron's and Ron's were becoming mine, and for a time we were in sort of a cross training mode of the transformation process. Ron was working out with me for a time at the end of the day, learning my basketball skills and shaping his body as he became younger. Soon I was the one sitting on the bleachers watching him, till the total process was complete. I found that the process a natural progression for me, given the genetic changes I was going through. I desired to be Ron more and more as I got older and during the process Ron was smart to introduce me early enough to his style of dress by giving me all his clothing, down to his underwear. I too was eager to pass on my young wardrobe of loose fitting jeans, jock straps, bike shorts, and my prized Nike Air Jordans. It seemed quite simple as the process made having those things quite silly. Ron assumed my clothing down to my selection of Tommy Boxer Briefs, and all the latex gear that used to adorn my perfectly defined body.
You ask how could this happen in the day to day operation of a high school, and I say it did. There were crossover times when we could actually assume each others position, since the physical element of this transformation was the prime out come. Looking back now, I couldn't see the nose on my face so to speak, I was becoming Ron so systematically that the I was able to transition my psyche with out going through any remorse of loosing my youth and life goals. The process of becoming Ron was my goal by design, and Ron's leap into the world Mark had so carefully designed was like taking candy from a baby. Ron as you might guess was totally aware of the process from the beginning, and as I found out eventually was experiencing the most intense sexual gratification of his life, and as it turned out much more than he had planned for. As Ron saw his body changing with each passing day, his masturbation sessions with me became more dramatic and fruitful on his part, as his body became more and more rejuvenated with my very potent sperm. Ron became more controlling and began to take advantage of the situation, by going beyond the masturbation routine and suggesting full sexual interaction. The after hour trances brought on by his phrase "How were the kids today" were turning into Ron's private orgies, where we engaged in very hot sexual intercourse both anally and orally. During those early days my desires for Ron were justified as my subconscious mind fed my need to be him. My developing love for Ron flourished and if I had not actually become him, I would have certainly fallen head over heals as they say and became his lover on the conscious level.
That first summer after school let out, we instinctively decided to spend our time together, traveling Europe and becoming openly connected both sexually and intellectually, but now as a couple. It seemed so natural for us, we were so connected both mentally, emotionally since we had grown out of each other genetically. We became life mates and it was the successful melding of two alter egos that made it possible. I loved Mark for who and what he was and he loved me for who and what I was and there wasn't a need to become transform into one another, since our bodies knew instinctively that we had accomplished that feat once already and any further changes would be pointless. I was completely happy being Ron as long as Mark was there, and Mark could find his confidence and be the extrovert he was by design, as long as Ron was close by.