That Little Prick (body swap)
by zulator
The name John J. Millicon was the name on the basketball scholarship, and I was very happy and proud to receive it. When I went home and told my dad, we immediately began to celebrate. Being raised by just my dad through my high school years was tough for both of us, but my dad never gave up on me, encouraging me on through the tough times and the good times till I had reached every goal I had attempted. When my mom died, he made it his mission to see me succeed, and this tall skinny kid at the start of high school ended up a lean muscular kid and a basketball star to boot. I had to give most of that credit to my dad who pushed me and made me see my potential. So here I was nearing graduation with a scholarship to Harvard, and my dad was going all out for his only son, and nothing was too expensive for my graduation and prom night.
The most expensive men's store in town was Hueitt and Stevens and my dad spared no expense at having me dressed in the best tuxedo they had. He even convinced old Mr. Stevens to come out of retirement and personally tailor my tuxedo.
A couple of weeks before the prom, Dad had me meet Mr. Stevens, a short medium-sized man of English descent who had a receding hairline and salt and pepper colored hair and still dressed to the tee at 60 years old. The old man showed me all the best tuxedos that the store offered, and I picked the most expensive tux they had. He told me he would fit me personally, and I went in for my first fitting on a Wednesday afternoon. Mr. Stevens took me up to his old executive office and had all the necessary tailoring stuff and began his masterwork on me.
"Oh, you're going to be the best looking young man there," he said as my dad looked on with a big smile. After about an hour of making and pinning, Mr. Stevens said he had enough done so he could do his sewing and have me come in for a last fitting the next week. I was feeling like a king as I looked at myself in the mirror, and hated to take the tux off, but I knew when prom night came around I would be all that Mr. Stevens said.
That week between fittings was very busy with parties and planning for my future as a Harvard boy. Soon I was back at the store, and Mr. Stevens had the tux nearly ready and needed me to get into it one more time to fit it just right. My dad couldn't make it for the last fitting because of an out of town commitment, so I went down with my best friend David. I undressed and put the tux on, and Mr. Stevens did his thing doing the last markup and pinning. I could tell my friend David was a bit jealous as I was modeling the tux as Mr. Stevens did his work. While he was pinning the last part of the pants, the pin stuck into his finger and then pricked my upper thigh and I jumped.
"Oh, so sorry John," he apologized, and he quickly went for a band-aid as I dropped my pants to inspect the abrasion. I was dripping blood down my leg and giggling along with David at the old man's clumsiness. Then Mr. Stevens returned with a cloth and band-aid. He attended to the small in prick as if it were major surgery, but couldn't seem to get the area cleaned to his standard. I watched and noticed that as he tried to clean my cut, his finger was bleeding as well and because of that he was never getting the blood off my leg. All Mr. Stevens was doing was mixing his blood with mine and I had to get down from the pining table to help him alone. "Oh what a nasty mess I have made John, I hope you'll forgive me," he said.
I looked at David and then Mr. Stevens and smiled. "Er, I think it will be OK, sir." Once we were done, David and I went downstairs, and I got a ticket so I could pick up the final version of the tux the day of the prom. The sales girl told me my dad had bought a pair of expensive Oxfords to go with the tux and I just smiled and said great!
David and I had a basketball date at the Y that night and played pretty hard. When we got done and headed to the showers, David noticed the spot where the needle had pricked me and said it looked infected. I didn't feel anything unusual so I just lathered a bit heavier on the spot and we got dressed and headed out for a hamburger.
As we sat across from each other, with girlfriends by our side, David kept staring at me in the most unusual way. "What gives bro? Have I grown an extra arm or what?" I asked, and the two girls began giggling. David just passed it off laughing himself.
What I came to realize later was that David had noticed a slight change in me--a subtle but noticeable change in my hairline and eyebrows, because when I got home I too noticed my hair was noticeably thicker and my eyebrows were also thicker. I had no explanation for the change and just thought my hair had grown out faster than normal and I went to bed.
Next morning, I turned the alarm clock off and had a hard time getting motivated to get out of bed, and after hitting the reset button a few times, my Dad finally came in to get me up. "John, you're going to be late" he shouted, so I managed to get out of bed and head to the bathroom. Yawning, I pulled out my cock and let my morning pee fly out, while I reached over and started the shower. After I finished peeing I dropped my boxers and stepped into the shower letting the warm water wake me up. I grabbed the soap and started to lather my body- fist my chest and stomach, then my cock, balls and ass, and then the rest of me. I grabbed the shampoo and lathered up my head and the thickness of my hair was even more noticeable. I rinsed off and grabbed a towel and headed to the mirror. I dried my body as the steam-coated mirror began to reflect my image again, and my eyes opened wide in shock. A close examination of my face showed slight lines going out from the corner of each one of my eyes, sort of like crows feet I thought. My hair was thicker and I noticed hair sprouts popping out on my chest around my hard nipples where there was none before. I instinctively began to pull them out and did so since there were just a few. What was really amazing was that these hairs were silver and not brown like the rest of my body hair. I was told my late mom had grayed early in life and thought that maybe I had acquired her genes in that respect.
I giggled and headed to get a pair of boxers to pull on, which I did, but then noticed something else disturbing. My dark pubes were now mixed with silver ones and I began to get nervous. What the fuck, I thought to myself. Should I consult my Dad or just pass it off as a natural growth thing? I was too much in a hurry to try to bring it up, because I had graduation rehearsal and I had to make a speech as well. I got dressed fast in my usual casual attire, this time my jeans didn't seem to hang off my hips as they normally did but I didn't have time to care. I pulled on a tee shirt that fit a bit snug too. Oh well, I said to myself and headed to the gym. All the way there I had to keep pulling my jean legs up from catching on my shoes, and hurrying into the auditorium, I almost stumbled because the length of my jeans seemed longer than usual.
Rehearsal lasted about an hour and I got through my speech rather well, pronouncing each word perfectly, that it not only amazed me but the small audience of teachers who were listening on. My English teacher commented that I must have been practicing a lot, and my voice had become more mature somehow. I smiled and scratched my head.
"John," the gym teacher shouted out as I was leaving the room. I turned, and he ran up to me. "You feeling OK, Mr. Scholarship Man?" he smiled. Then he looked a bit puzzled as he stared at me, usually at 6'2" I was looking down at him, but for some reason we were almost eye-to-eye. I didn't stick around to ponder the difference. I just hurried off to my car to get home. As I drove away, leaving my coach in wondering what had happened, I noticed I had to readjust my car seat, which I normally kept all the way back to accommodate my long legs. This is strange, I thought as I made the necessary adjustment. As I drove home I found I had to adjust the rearview mirror. I stared a minute into the mirror seeing more lines in my face and a hollowness to my eye sockets forming. Damn, what is happening to me, I thought. Am I dying just as my greatest day is coming? I got home and ran upstairs not responding to my dad's question on how the rehearsal went.
I locked the door to my room and took off my clothes and laid on the bed a bit pondering things, rubbing my chest as I often do to feel the definition in it. "OH SHIT!" I shouted as I sat up and felt again and again to discover my chest was not as hard and formed as it used to be, and I could feel more hair growing around my now quarter-sized nipples. I jumped up and headed to the mirror again to view the horror, and saw my chest now just ordinary and my stomach and hip muscles faded away. Shit I am dying! I must be or being punished somehow for what I don't know.
Then there was a knock at the door and my dad said that Mr. Stevens had brought by the finished tux. What, I thought. I opened the door a crack
"John, are you OK?" my dad asked.
"Er, yeah Dad."
"Mr. Stevens said he dropped this by as payment for that prick he inflicted in you the other day." My Dad laughed as he handed me the box through the small opening I had made for it. "John, are you really OK?" My dad was insisting to come in, but I told him to wait, and I would model the tux for him-. He seemed to like that idea, and it gave me more time to think things through. I took the handsome tux out of the box and tried on the shirt first. My chest had swollen some and I couldn't button it easily, and the sleeves were way too long now for some reason. Then I got the pants and started to pull them up, again the waist was tight and the length was all wrong. I took the clothes off and just stared in the mirror. I wanted to scream at what I saw now as these changes were accelerating. I was no longer 6'2", more like 5'8", and my face was not that of an 18-year-old high school kid, more like a middle aged man with lines and less than clear skin. My arms were shorter and my hands looked weathered and old and my stomach had swollen out now and my pectorals were now protruding man tits- and my cock was thicker and shorter and my balls were hung lower and were covered now with mostly silver gray hair. If I wasn't mistaken, I was transforming into an older man. Soon it hit me.
"OH FUCK!" I shouted. "I look like Mr. Stevens! Oh shit, but how?" The only thing I could think of was the mixing of blood when he pricked my upper leg and somehow, someway, we exchanged something to cause this. I got dressed as best I could and headed out the window. My body was noticeably smaller and using it was different. I got into my car and headed to the men's store in hopes of finding more clues.
By the time I got to the store and parked I must have completed whatever transformation my body was doing, and when I got inside the staff thought I was Mr. Stevens. The head clerk commented, "Dressing down Mr. Stevens?" I just ignored him as I raced as fast as I could to Mr. Stevens' office on the third floor. My body was huffing and puffing on the way up, and I was having a hard time breathing as I opened the door. Once inside I looked around for Mr. Stevens but at first could not see anyone. Soon a young voice from the area around the desk spoke out, and I could see a figure sitting in his huge chair in the dim light. As I approached, the chair spun around and I could see my former body sitting there dressed very nicely, and there was a pipe in his hand.
"John, come closer," he said, and I walked over standing in front of the desk. I was still out of breath from my run up the stairs. My eyes opened wide to see my former body, and I wanted to speak but was speechless as the now transformed Mr. Stevens took the lead. He stood up and walked around me smoking his pipe. It was so weird to see my 18-year-old body being displayed in such a manner. He just studied me for a while, shaking his head. "You know John, you shouldn't dress down like you are. It just doesn't do a thing for your look."
Still breathless I wanted to tell this man off. Who was he to judge me, stealing my young body and then treating me like I was some commoner off the street? I tried to speak. "You... you... you..." I couldn't get the words out.
"Are you upset John? I can see you're not yourself ," he laughed. "So how do you like being me?" he asked. "I'm really enjoying this young hormone rich body of yours. I must say your manhood does have a mind of its own. I don't suppose you got a chance to play with mine? Oh that's right, it doesn't get hard so that's a dumb question."
I started to jump for him, and he just forced me in a chair, pressing down on my shoulders so I couldn't move.
"Listen John, I have a hunch on how this happened. I can tell you I would have never thought of this myself, but once the changes started and I realized what happened, well. what old man do you know would have wanted it to stop. Now you see John, I like your body, and I don't plan to reverse the process. The fact that you came here unannounced has only made it easier for me."
I finally caught my breath and asked, "W-what do you mean, Mr. Stevens?"
"What I mean is, you're going to live my life, and I'm going to live yours, and yours seems like its going to be much more rewarding than what is left of mine," he said giggling.
"But," I tried to say.
"No, no. Don't speak anymore John. All the words in the world will not stop this. Maybe it was destiny?"
"Destiny? Fuck You! I want my body back NOW! You have no right to keep it! I will have my father make you switch back." I just started crying and putting my hands over my face.
"Your Dad's on his way over John--I mean Mr. Stevens. You can call me John from now on. See, your Dad wanted me to have a suit too so here I am all dressed up. He wants to thank you for your excellent work on the tux. Too bad you're going to have a stroke and won't be able to acknowledge him."
I looked up as he injected something into my arm. My face filled with horror as I felt my heart pump like mad, and my face turned red as a chili pepper. I started to breathe heavily, and I grabbed my chest as I had a stroke. My body fell over the chair, my face all contorted from the damage to my heart. Before I knew it, an ambulance arrived and so did my dad. I watched as the former Mr. Stevens called out, "Dad, come quick! Mr. Stevens has had a stroke!"
He ran in as the medics took me on a stretcher. "OH MY!" my dad shouted. "How unfortunate." He turned to Mr. Stevens and said, "John I was so worried about you, but I'm glad you got the suit before graduation ceremonies.
"Yes Dad. It looks great! Thanks man. I'm going to be the best-looking athlete there Dad!"
"That's my boy", he said as we headed downstairs and out of the store. "John, I have another surprise for you." He hopped into the car and looked eager to hear what he has for him now, thinking whatever it was was just icing on the cake. As they raced away, John's father turned to his "son" looking quite handsome in his own suit.
"So Dad, what's the surprise?" the smiling young boy asked, trying to act as much like John as he knew how.
"Well, it's a special time son. I wanted to toast the occasion," he said smiling and winking.
The young kid grinned from ear to ear as his father pulled over into a park area. Once the car stopped, John's father pulled out two wine glasses, filled them both and handed one to John. "Well son, this will be a time we will never forget," he said with a sparkle in his eye.
"Oh Dad," the young jock replied, "this is so cool," and takes the first sip.
John's father laughed out loud as he took his glass and downed the whole thing and threw the glass out the window then shouted, "YES!!"
The young stud just finishing his drink nearly gags and said, "Gee Dad you'd think you were going to Harvard!" And the jock giggled.
"Well son, as a matter of fact I am!"
"What!" the jock said. "Aren't you a bit old to be going back to college?"
"John's father looked at his wristwatch and then the young jock next to him and said, "Not in about 5 minutes I won't be."
The jock looked shocked and didn't understand what's going on. "Fuck man, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but in about 24 hours I am graduating and taking my scholarship and headed to the East coast."
John's father giggled and turned to the jock staring him right in the eyes, "I don't think you have the story straight, my son. See, we just drank a special drink, and about 2 minutes from now, there is going to be a radical shift of body and mass, and I'm afraid it will mean you won't be going Harvard as you planned."
The young kid had an angry look on his face. "I don't know what you been drinking, sir, but nothing is going stop me from this prize of mine!" The young kid, who was getting tired of this father-and-son act, pulled out a gun and forced the father out of the car, and they walked into the woods.
"What are you doing John?"
"Fuck John! I'm only the John you see from the outside and take a good look cause this will be your last time."
Suddenly, the young jock felt his body tingling and his head spinning like a top. "OH FUCK, NOW WHAT? I AM JOHN! I'M NOT MR. STEVENS! YOU CAN"T TAKE MY PRIZE FROM ME."
Both were now experiencing the rush and confusion as both begin to swap bodies. In just a few minutes the young jock was in John's fathers body and the body of John was now possessed by his dad.
"I worked and slaved for this moment, and now I am going to benefit from it, you hear me?" he shouted as he grabbed the gun out of the hand of the former jock. "Like father, like son," he said with a smile, and he shots off one round into his former body.
Mr. Stevens, in John's dad's body, stumbled to the ground. "Oh my God! What or who are you? This double play is more than I can understand." At that he fell and mumbled, "You... little... prick!"
The new John--John's Dad--drove away to take part in the graduation ceremony. He quickly got on his cap, gown and hat and headed into the line up of kids. He got cheers and high fives from his friends as the procession started.