All about the numbers (Patreon)

Being in the sports industry, playing football, or soccer depending on which part of the world you reside, our bodies were conditioned to be the best they could possibly be. It ensured top performance. However, sometimes performance was not what the fans were looking for.

It may be a sexist sport, with men playing and men watching, but there were also women who were watching and gay guys. This meant that players needed to be attractive too. It’s all about the numbers. Of course winning helped with that, but viewing and attendance mattered too. A direct effect of that was who was playing.

I’m gregg, the guy on the right of the main photo, I have a beard and tattoos. Last season I played every match, I didn’t have a beard or tattoos back then. Attendance and viewing was at an all time high, fans loved me. This season I’ve played 2 out of ten matches, and been scheduled to play 5 others, but every time my name is posted, attendance and viewing is dropped. I’m getting bored now sitting in the bench, but the management say I can’t play until,I look like I did last year. I’ve tried all kinds, shaving off my beard, posting more on social media, but I can’t get rid of the tattoos now. So I’m stuck on the bench, they will probably only use me now if someone gets injured. I’m a great player with a great body, but the fans don’t like it now as there are a lot more even more attractive guys on the team.

Callum the guy in the middle recognising my distress, he had already spoken to John on the left. They had found a way for me to get more action but it meant I would have to give up what I loved, my body. Only for a few weeks at a time, I’d be myself again after I had been each of them for a week. It did mean I’d be almost guaranteed to play each week, but with their bodies. It would be a three way switch and would happen the day before each game that usually happened on a Saturday.

It took me a while to think about it and eventually I decided to go ahead with it. They promised me it wasn’t going to hurt and all I needed to do was wear their clothes. It was, however, a life time commitment and we would need to swap with each other every week. That meant I would only be myself for a third of the year. They said if we didn’t swap we would be punished. They didn’t explain the punishment too much but said it would be an un pleasant experience involving being very close and personal with our own body.

Then they took off all their clothes right in the middle of the field and tossed them in front of me. Landing in two rather messy piles. I hadn’t watched closely enough to realise whose set of clothes belonged to which guy and they told me to pick a set, choose your next body!

I picked up one of their tops, and gave it a sniff. I don’t know why, it just felt like the right thing to do. It was an exact match to my own top and even the scent of it gave me no clues to whom it belonged too. I went to put it on and they told me to stop. There was a sequence to this process and I had to start with their underwear.

Are you serious? I have to put on your underwear? I don’t really want your underwear touching my dick, I’ve no idea what’s going on down there!

Relax dude, by the time the cloth is in place correctly, your dick won’t be your dick any more, it will be one of ours.

Fuck, I still can’t tell them apart, matching underwear too, since we have a sponsor. I picked up a pair of briefs. As I did my hands and fingers seemed to change then as they went up my legs, my legs briefly changed and then changed back. I felt my dick, balls and buttocks adjust and transform. Still no idea who’s dick I now had.

Next came the soccer socks, again my hands seemed to briefly change, knee length soccer socks that I pulled all the way up. I now had a fair idea of who I was transforming into as I was now a good 4 inches taller than I was before. Next came the shorts, the rest of my legs changed, then the top.

Fuck it was horny putting on the top, my face briefly changed before changing back, as did my hands and arms. My torso transformed quickly as the top nestled into place. They snapped a pic of me, I was definitely one of them, but I still had my face and arms, they kicked a set of boots over to me, I checked the size, a 9 1/2.

Guys these won’t feet me, im a 12.

Come on dude, your feet will fit perfectly, you ain’t got your own feet any more.

As suggested, they did fit perfectly, and that caused my arms, hands, face and head to transform too. They snapped another pic, Callum stood next to me. Now there were two Callum’s. It was weird to see, but I loved it, I’m glad I became Callum first, he always got the highest ratings.

The “real” Callum and John now had the same predicament, which set of clothes to pick up. John looked at the piles of kit, for it to work as a three way swap he would need to wear my kit and Callum would need johns kit. Luckily they knew the difference now, the shoe size. John obviously knew his size and he grabbed the set of kit with the largest pair of boots.

He very quickly put on all of my kit, including my underwear and I watched him transform into me. The last part was amusing. It was when he put on my boots, when he gained my facial hair and tattoos. He said he had never had a beard and the growth itched as did the appearance of ink on his arm and chest.

Then came the real Callum’s swap. He hurried to put on johns kit, it was a good view as he lost his body. Now I was the real Callum. He was horrified at first, shocked his new skin was so pale. John told him that the sun never agreed with him so he stayed out of it and never visited a sun bed!

The new John, former Callum asked me “what’s your shoe size? I answered. 12!

Wrong he said, but we will sort it!

Finally we all shook hands and gained each others knowledge.

What’s your shoe size he asked me again.

A 9 and a half I replied.

Perfect, that’s it lads we are swapped, same again this time next week.

I finally got to play a game and the fans loved me. I was no longer upset that I had lost my body, besides I will see it again in a couple of weeks. Now time to explore Callum’s body and have some fun, maybe the new me wants some fun under the sheets!