Not another trainer swap (Patreon)

Well this is a bit weird, but I couldn’t be happier with the result.

Moments earlier Mike had turned up wearing a grey hoodie, black joggers and blue shoes. I had shown up in blue shorts, blue vest, blue hoodie and white shoes. Mike complained that his blue shoes would go better with my clothes and he suggested we swapped shoes. I agreed.

His feet were smaller than mine and I couldn’t get his shoes to fit over my feet without almost completely removing the laces first.

It felt really strange putting on someone else’s shoes I noticed they were warm and damp and I didn’t really want to wear them. Being 25 I was happy with myself and I knew an 18 year olds shoes would be rank, I remember those times, teenage years everything was smelly. But he had already got my ones onto his feet so there was no going back now.

What happened next had us both in shock. I looked at Mike, he was changing. He was growing taller and starting to look older. His increasing height was realised even more as I was shirt king. Stubble was growing on his face. I reached my hand upto my face and my stubble was gone. Then I realised the hands I had just used to touch my face weren’t mine. I glanced at mikes legs and he now had my tattoo. It was at that moment I realised exactly what had happened. We had swapped bodies and I was 18 again.