Ring leader (Patreon)

When I got invited over to the local ‘chavs’ house I knew it was a bad idea. He was well known for his thuggish, loud, bad mouthed persona throughout many local estates. His invite came with a promising invite to change his persona and ensure every person in the neighbourhood knew that his bad image was mis conceived and that actually he was doing some good.

When I arrived I didn’t notice the gun, somehow it had blended in with whatever else I was seeing. To be honest, I hadn’t gotten past how good he looked, not much further than his crotch. I noticed he was wearing a matching out fit, colour co ordinated. Then I noticed his footwear, no laces. It looked looked a bit weird. But the weirdness subsided when I glanced up again noticing again how tidy he looked with his matching outfit. Even the red in his trainers made his co origination even more special. But then, then I did notice the gun, the weirdness began again.And I stepped back, not that a few inches would make any difference if he was to fire the thing.

Sir, there’s no need to worry, the gun won’t cause any physical injury, it’s purpose is much higher than that. You may be wondering why I’m not wearing any laces in my shoes. It’s because soon my feet will be changing and I didn’t want to damage them, I didn’t know your size, so I didn’t know if they would be growing or shrinking, but from the looks of it, they will be growing, after all once this is done, you will be needing them. I tried to look my best for you, on this very special occasion.

I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, why would he be changing? Why would it matter what size I was? Why would his feet be growing or shrinking.

Sir, i feel I have confused you somewhat. Therefore, a demonstration is the only way forward. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt a bit.

He fired the gun towards me, I saw a metal object coming from its barrel. It wasn’t a bullet, it was more of a fork shaped object, wires and cables followed behind it and the fork shaped object hit me in the chest. Then pain started instantly throughout my body. Something was happening. He was still sat in his chair and I was still mesmerised by his laceless footwear. The pain quickly subsided and I saw his feet growing out of his trainers and get flunged towards me. His feet had clearly grown. Then he started to get shorter and began to age. Suddenly I felt taller and younger.

I looked again, he now had my face. I looked at his hands, they were now looking like mine, hairy and older. I looked at my hands and arms ad they we're now smooth and almost hairless. The fork shaped bullet fell from my body. Up tikk now it had connected our bodies together and it appeared as though we had exchanged places.

He ordered me to strip, to which I complied. He stripped too ad it was confirmed he had body so I clearly had his. He handed me his set of clothes. And without question I put them on.

Sir, I need to go into hiding. I'll still be running the estate, being the bad boy but ill be running it from your home under the pre tense of being you. You'll be me, you'll be running my life, you'll be my little erand boy. The face of the operation, and ilk be the brains. It's a good dean for you to be younger again. Who knows, maybe the estate will see a different kind of chav whilst your me and maybe if they see a good guy we can swap back?