Personality Change

By Mark Gordon

It was the last day of school and the kids were all gone and Mark
stayed late to shower and get ready for a faculty party at a local
restaurant. The coaches’ office was open and the private shower door
was a jar and steam was coming out of it. Roger Pinder, the
maintenance man was checking out the rooms and came into the
office to see who was still around.
Even with the steam billowing out of the crack in the door, Roger could
see Coach Gordon’s gym bag on the floor inside, with a pile of Marks
clothes next to it. A pair of Mark’s boxer briefs lay under the long mesh
gym shorts Mark changed into each day, a blue tee shirt and two white
ankle socks finished the pile.
Roger would often spend some of his free time watching Mark play
hoops in the gym, but often out of sight as the sight of Mark was more
of an arousing event that he would rather not advertise.
Being in the coach’s office and knowing that Mark was showering was
even better than seeing Mark run the court. Roger knew that inside the
shower stall was a totally nude Coach Gordon and adding to the scent
of the shower were Mark’s worn clothing on the floor.
Just thinking that Mark wore that stuff caressing his young manhood
was enough to get his heart beating fast and his cock to unravel in his
pants.
Rogers tented Dickey pants were evidence enough that the man had a
serious thing for Mark and what a gratifying way to end the year being
so close to the body and life he so wished he had.

Roger was about 5’5” and very thin with a head of salt and pepper hair
that he calmed back to hide the areas that were thinning. His face was
a maze of wrinkles from years of sun worshiping. At 59 years old he
looked way older than his age and the kids would often call him the
Lizard man. Roger was widowed and lived alone in a one-bedroom
apartment not too far from the school. His collection of male porn
seemed along with a supply of beer seemed to be his nightly routine,
but there wasn’t anything in his collection of porn that could come
close to what Coach Gordon did for him sexually.
Growing up for Roger was no where near the childhood that Mark had.
Where Mark was given every advantage for self improvement, Roger’s
childhood was filled with challenges and he was working at an early
age instead of attending school so that he could help support his
family.
One of 7 kids, Roger was the oldest and was relied on for whatever
money he could bring home. Roger’s father was disabled and needed
care constantly, while his mother did ironing and cleaning to help.
In his later years as a teen and into his early 20’s, Roger was taxed
with caring for his father totally after his mother died and even after
his dad died of complications, Roger was still required to support his
younger siblings. A prime example of youth wasted could be Rogers
story in a nutshell.

However sad Rogers’s life might seem, he still did what he was asked
because he respected his parents and his brothers and sisters.

Mark’s childhood was graced with always having enough and always
being given the top choices and encouraged to become successful.
Mark focused all his attention on his body and his image and
developed a fine physique in the process and always seemed to fit into
any crowd. Mark’s personal success was guaranteed and his choice to
become a Physical Education teacher seemed to fit right into his
agenda of self-improvement. One would think given so much
advantage and attention that Mark would have turned out arrogant or
self-righteous, but to the contrary, Mark was dedicated to sharing what
he learned and make the lives of the kids he worked with much better.

Roger never saw Mark that way at all, I suppose he wanted Mark to be
the arrogant jock who was so into himself that nothing else mattered. I
suppose if Roger could become Mark, that is how he would want to live
out Mark’s life.

So unaware of how Roger really felt about him, Mark assumed the lean
older maintenance man was just a friendly and nice guy.

Little did Mark know or could ever imagine, was Rogers desire for his
body and life and Roger would do anything to acquire it.

Roger was just steps away from where Mark was in the shower,
working his cock up to the point of climax.
How vulnerable a position Mark was putting himself in with his worn
work out gear exposed -sending out it’s ripe youthful scents. Roger
had his eyes on the Coaches gear and wanted so badly to get those
things on his own body.

Roger slowly opened the door wide enough so that he could sneak in
and stood over the pile of soiled clothes that Mark had left. Before he
could reach down to grab the clothing, Roger noticed Mark’s clean pair
of Perry Ellis boxer briefs laying on the counter waiting for Mark to slip
on before he got dressed in his party clothes.
Roger immediately had a plan now and that was to lace the inner part
of those expensive boxer briefs with a swath of his sperm that was now
leaking out of his cock. Carefully, Roger unzipped his Dickey pants and
brought his cock out of the confines of his white boxers and quickly
jacked himself to a full climax, sending his load into the inside of the
underwear pouch. Rogers load soaked the expensive cotton material
that would caress Marks young balls sacs and cock.

Roger then neatly folded the underwear back to its original state, then
zipped up his pants. Before leaving the room, Roger grabbed the stack
of Marks soiled gear and slipped back outside the door.
In a frenzy, the old man striped himself naked and then proceeded to
slide on Marks stuff.
Before he got Marks boxer briefs on, he gave the underwear a deep
sniff to smell the scent of the young man he so desperately wanted to
be. Immediately his cock began to stiffen again and Roger gave his
cock a good squeeze as he imagined himself as Mark for that one
instant. Then he slid up the Coaches aromatic underwear and long
mesh gym shorts and then pulled on Marks sweat stained tee shirt.
Roger boned out like a teenager and just stood there with his heart
racing, wondering when Mark would finish his shower, dry off and then
put on the Perry Ellis boxer briefs that contained his sperm.

The anticipation made Roger sweat heavily and the old mans pores
were mixing his own sweat with Marks.

Soon the shower stopped and Mark got out and grabbed his towel to
dry off. With the room so steamy, Mark didn’t notice that his gym gear
was missing and continued to dry his body enough to be ready to put
his underwear on.

Mark hung up the towel on the towel rack and then grabbed the pair of
Perry Ellis boxer briefs and proceeded to slide them up his lean
muscular body. Like most jocks, Mark arraigned his underwear for the
most comfortable fit and instinctively grabbed his genitals so they
would lie comfortably in the underwear pouch.

In the process, Mark was unconsciously allowing Rogers sperm to find

a greater area around his balls and cock to be absorbed into Marks
young skin. With Marks genitals still hot from the shower, Marks pores
were still open and easily assimilated Rogers DNA rich sperm into his
body.
As soon as Marks body began to react to Rogers sperm deposit, Rogers
body began to react to Marks youthful aromas and deposits as well and
things began to happen.

At 5’9”, Marks face could be seen in its entirely in the small square
mirror above the sink. However as Rogers DNA began to restructure
Marks body, Marks height began to shrink down to 5’5” and Marks face
began to lower in respect to the mirror and Mark needed to stand on
his tip toes to regain the loss in height.

“What the …..” Mark shouted, as it became a strain to keep his face in
the mirror.

Outside the door where Roger was standing, hoping that his sperm
deposit would make his wish to swap bodies with Mark come true, the
older man was gaining height and was now at Marks height of 5’9”.

What happened next for Mark was the most terrifying event he would
ever have to experience as his skin tingled all over and his shoulders
shrunk in and rounded out. Marks pectoral muscles first throbbed, then
went soft and his abdominal muscles loosened up and the skin on his
upper torso felt like it was no longer tight, but rather hanging on his
frame. Marks stomach was in knots and he grabbed the edges of the
sink with less than muscular arms and let go a heave of vomit. Spitting
and hacking, Marks breathing became labored, yet the hacking
continued and Mark let out thick globs of brown and yellow phloem.

As Mark coughed hard, he could hardly notice the hair on his head
thinning out and turning gray and white, nor the fact that his smooth
young face was now riddled with wrinkles. The young coach’s body
was now 30 years older and reacting to a body that had smoked for 50
years and a body that was no longer toned and tight.

Roger was experiencing a reincarnation of sorts as his body became

younger and tighter and his shoulders and arms sprouted muscle tone
while his chest molded to form tight pectoral definition and his
stomach vibrated as his abdominal muscles took shape. Roger’s ass
took the form of an athletic young man and his legs showed the tone
that a young hiker would have. All the while his cock still boned out
and ready to pop once his balls and prostrate took on Marks form.
Then with a youthful moan and shutter, Roger blew his first load as a
29-year-old jock.

Still coughing as his body became used to its old internal organs, Mark
slowly made his way out into the office area to get dressed in his party
clothes. Still not quite sure of what was going on, Mark sat down at his
desk and stared off into space. Marks mind was all cloudy now as he
tried to remember what was to happen next.

Standing out of Marks view was Roger who was gleaming in his new
body, just waiting to get into Marks dress clothes and assume Marks
place at the facility party. Rogers mind was being inundated with
Marks thoughts and plans and it was becoming harder to remember
what it was like to be the older man sitting across from him. In the
same way, Mark was sitting and recalling only those thoughts
associated with Roger and soon could not understand why he was
sitting in Coach Gordon’s chair in a strange pair of underwear.

Roger slipped into view then and asked the old man sitting down if he
liked the underwear. “Oh they fit just fine, but I can’t remember
putting them on Mark!”

Mark (Roger) giggled as he handed Roger (Mark) his Dickey work

uniform and the rest of his clothes. “Remember, I promised I would
buy you a pair of those expensive underwear as an end of year gift,
but I have to say its rather kinky that you chose to try them on here in
my office first.” Mark (Roger) said.

“Well since they seem to fit well, you can take the off in the bath room
and get dressed back in your work clothes, while I get dressed for my
party!”

“Yeah, sure Coach, however I am a bit embarrassed in these boxer

briefs made for a young guy like yourself with this old tired body I
have- please give me a little slack being 30 years your elder.” Roger
(Mark) said taking his work clothes into the bathroom.

“Well old man, we all can’t be young and buff now can we?” Mark
(Roger) said with a smirk. “Now hurry up and get back into your real
clothes before I have to call security- what would they think finding you
only in a pair of my underwear?”

“By the way Roger, it appears you liked wearing them pretty well by
the cum stain in the pouch!” Mark (Roger) commented. “I am not all
that sure you’re not some gay old man with a fetish for me!”

Roger (Mark) nervously got the Perry Ellis underwear off and back into
his own clothes and scurried out of the bathroom. “Please Coach, its
not what you think and please don’t call security on me, I plan to retire
next year and I need this job!”
Mark (Roger) smiled and said, “Don’t worry, you secret is safe with me,
however id be willing to forget this whole matter if you would give me
a blow job before you leave- I really think it would be in your best
interest Roger!”

Roger (Mark) fiddled with his hands for a bit staring at the hot young
body in front of him and knew that what was being asked of him was
right in line with his desires and shook his head yes.

Mark (Roger) grinned as he stripped off the work out gear and then
dropped the boxer briefs, making his young cock stick out like a flag.
“Come get your prize old man!” Mark (Roger) said with a smirk, and
Roger (Mark) got on his knees in front of the Coach of his dreams and
began to take his cock into his mouth.

“Wait” Mark (Roger) shouted. “Here just prop yourself up against the
desk here and let me go at your face!” The old man complied and Mark
(Roger) began to fuck his face hard against the desk, plowing his cock
deep into the old mans throat. Grabbing his head for balance, the jock
could hear the old man gagging as he got close to his climax. “Hold on
old man, your prize is cumming!” The young jock shouted and in a few
minutes of banging the old mans head against the desk, he shot a few
thick ropes of cream down his throat.

Mark (Roger) pulled out suddenly and ran his hands up and down his
cock squeezing out the remainder of his load, flinging the excess onto
the old mans face and Dickey shirt.

“Now get out of here you disgusting, pathetic excuse for a man!” Mark
(Roger) said flexing a bit and feeling the outline of his molded chest.

Roger (Mark) quickly got to his feet and ran out of the office while Mark
(Roger) laughed.

Mark (Roger) grabbed his party clothes, a nice dark blue silk form
fitting button down shirt and his pair of shinny pleated black pants,
dark socks and loafers and got dressed, even though his body reeked
in his sweat, cum and the perspiration that was the result of his
transformation. Mark (Roger) simply didn’t give a fuck if he smelt!

“I’ll make the entire male staff cream their pants! - After all I am a
rather arrogant young fuck now aren’t I!” he said as he grabbed his
keys, wallet and gymbag and headed off to the restaurant.