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We lovingly called the men that worked on the railway the orange army, mainly because they mostly wore orange high visibility clothing, some wore yellow, but most were orange.

Jeff, aka me, had always dreamed of working on the railways, but I had imagined being a driver or conductor, sadly the opportunity never came to fruition. Instead I was a boring office worker approaching middle age. Don’t get me wrong I was fairly happy and I was good looking enough but that never stopped me dreaming.

My office was conveniently located to where the orange army had set up base for a major railway redevelopment. I watched them daily wandering in and out of their temporary cabins. I could only imagine how horny I’d get if I was allowed any where near that cabin.

There was 1 lad who caught my attention daily, he fascinated me, he was always clean and always walking a dog. Some kind of site security perhaps.

There was another lad who always seemed to be wearing jeans and shoes instead of boots, he didn’t seem to do much physical work, some kind of foreman I guess.

One of the other lads only wore his high bus gear if it was raining or if any of the managers were about. Other than that he was toppless pretty much all the time. I would be if my body was that fit to be fair.

Any way Christmas in July was a thing now and the lads decided they were going to launch a campaign for charity. They planned naked photo shoots and were going to sell their images on calendars, cups, t shirts and of course online, just for charity and at the real Christmas they would donate the money to charity. Of course they wouldn’t be fully naked as something was always going to be strategically placed to cover their private areas.

On the day of the photo shoot, there were 11 lads on site. One for each month of the year and a group photo was planned for December. The view from my office was amazing and nothing was hiding their private bits from me or anyone else in the office. We had full and plain uninterrupted viewing.

The lad for the tenth month, October came out of the cabins, fully clothed. The film crew and his bosses were fuming. Apparently, he had gotten a case of cold feet and was refusing to pose naked. It was a huge shame because he was one of the better-looking ones.his bosses called for a stand in and be assessed all of the others on site that day and kept shaking his head. Apparently no one was attractive or fit enough. It meant only one option left, someone from the office. His gaze casted to the office windows and he saw me. His eyes locked onto mine and he featured for me to come down. My bosses approved.

I was overwhelmed. Once I got there I was briefed. Danny the lad for October had now reached his contract and I was there to fill his shoes. He gave me a load of papers to sign which I didn't read, signed and gave them back. I was hoping id get to try out being a train driver for the day, but I knew it was unlikely, but what was for sure I was now able to access the cabins and see and smell all the work gear.

Next I was marched into the cabins.mthr one which was clearly their changing room. I was handed a pair of muddy rigger boots. Danny was sitting in the corner of the room. He wasn't wearing any boots. Had I been given dannys boots? Why? There were plenty more booth in the room I could have been given.

Danny invited me over and I sat next to him.

Oh fuck, he said. I'm was dreading meeting you, but your not that bad. Quite good looking actually.

Thanks, but what does it matter to you?

Well, I'll need your shoes and socks, my socks are in the boots.

No offence Danny, but I ain't wearing your socks. Your boots, at a push yes. But your socks no. And why the hell do you need mine?

I need yours because you'll be wearing mine. I'll need yours because as soon as you wear mine, I won't have long before you become me, and there can't be two of me, so I've got to become you. Thank God your good looking.

Become you? I'm not understanding this...

I got cold feet, I couldn't strip, we do this every year, but this would have been my first. It's in my contract that we have to do it or they will find someone else.

Yeah, that someone else is me.

Exactly, only you'll look like me. My body is on all the promos, you'll need to use my body for this, so I'll have to be you, and there's no way back, you'll be me forever, and ill be you forever. Well, you don't have to stay as me, plenty of the lads swap bodies with each other, so you could be any of them. But today, you've got to be me.

Danny, I didn't realise. If I had I wouldn't of agreed.

Didn't you read the paperwork? It's time honest, it could of been anyone. I'm glad it was you, your quite fit. Shall we get this over with?

I guess, what do I do?

Just put on my socks and boots mate.

I've already told you, I don't wanna wear your socks.

You really going to hate too. Look by the time they touch your feet, your feet will be mine.. If it helps, I'll put them onmformyou if you want.

I think your going to have too. I don't even want to touch them.

Domtmworrt, when you have to take them off again you'll have my hands, my feet, my dick inmfadt my entire body.

He did what he said and placed his socks over my feet, then his boots. He was right as soon as his stocks touched my feet, they became hot and we're growing. Then as he put his boots onto my new feet I gradually transformed into him. I watched as he became me.

I was fully him now, complete with his work gear, nose piercimg, tattoos, his really old smashed phone and his memories. I now had access to any lads body who worked on site with me. He was me now too.

Well mate, you'd better take them clothes off your up next.

I did exactly that and smiled for the cameras in more ways than one. My dick was so big and hard that it was difficult to hide from the cameras. The office staff were going to be getting a brilliant view. As the set was finished, I walked back into the cabin, saw my former self. I couldn't hold it any more and I covered my former body in his/ my cum.