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Help! Someone stole my body and my boyfriend doesn’t know! I’m stuck in the body of this tall, hairy, straight Greek guy! I think I’m starting to forget who I was before..

Sorry, but I can't get your old body back. I've learned not to get into a tug-of-war with another master of transformations. Instead, let's lean into this new body! You already have a lot going for you as a Greek man. Sun-tanned skin, big curly hair, and an adorable bushy mustache. I think we can use more muscle though. We'll give those Greek statues some competition with a body worthy of an Olympian. Your new memories are already telling you how much you like to show off to tourists on Mykonos' finest beaches. Looking down you see you're still wearing your favorite speedo and take a moment to admire your bulging legs and fuzzy gorilla torso unobstructed. It's no wonder you pick up women so easily. In fact you already have. You recall a girl you've been on a few dates with. Actually she's a serious long term girlfriend. No, your wife! The years roll by in your memories as I mature you, adding a bit of grey to your new beard. You find yourself on a beach at the ripe age of 40, your wife having left you because of your wandering eye.

So it's back to your old preying grounds to find a new mate when you spot a man eyeing you. It's your old boyfriend, walking by with your old body! You don't recognize either of them anymore, but something about the way your old boyfriend is looking at you strikes your curiosity. He's always been into daddies. You don't act on it, this body and your memories are straight now, but your soul is still gay. With no partner and your old boyfriend pursuing you, eventually your curiosity will wear you down until you give in to the best sex you've ever had! And though you won't remember the man that stole your old body, deep in your soul you'll feel proud of stealing your boyfriend back from him.

All of you reading this, have you also been the victim of a forced transformation? Or just want a change in general? Let me know in my asks

A chubby guy here, wouldn’t mind a change!

A chubby guy? You're already a bit of my type, but I understand not everyone share my sentiment. Still, it would be a shame to get rid of all that fat when it can be put to better use. Let me take you to my favorite gym and use my guest pass. Yes, yes, I know it can be intimidating. All of these jocks like to sneer at the chubby guy working out, but you don't mind them. Just pump iron with me! That's it, you're already lifting so much! You don't notice a difference yet? Well of course you won't see anything sweating in those baggy clothes! Let's get you in a sweatband, mesh tank, and some shorts. Hell yeah, now you're showing off that pale bronze skin.

Now the jocks are laughing at seeing your fat stomach through your mesh, but you keep pumping and then BOOM, muscle is peeking under the fat. After a few reps your biceps swelled twice no- three times their size! Your inflated pecs pushing forward and shoulders widen to make room. Now let's waddle you over to the squat rack. As if your thighs weren't already big enough, your quads and hamstrings are thick man! Glutes are looking firmer and bigger too! You feel that testosterone running through you? Yeah look at that black hair growing on your chest and that beard growing in. You think your hair texture has changed? Well east asian hair tends to be like that. After all, that western fast food wasn't doing you any favors. Now your belly is full of beef, szechuan chicken, and broccoli to feed those muscles. Check out the mirror you Chinese beast!

I didn't remove any fat, you need to keep bulking to keep growing right? But those white jocks aren't laughing anymore. No, I think they're in awe of the Asian beefcake that's putting them to shame. Pretty soon they'll be flocking to you asking for the secrets of your size, so I'll let you choose what to do from here. You could get revenge and give them fake diet tips, making them chubby guys like you used to be. Or you can be the "bigger" person and have them as genuine gym bros. Either way, I'm sure you'll enjoy your new life.

Anyone else need a change? Feel free to hit my asks 😉

Hey i could use a change,i always wanted to be a stoner or bad boy if you could do that 😀

A nerdy little guy like you wants to be a stoner or bad boy? You're going to need some experience with some bad boys then. Instead of taking your usual route, let's have you turn down that alley today. Good, there's a gang of young Croatian punks here. "Bok!" They call to you as you try to push past them, but you aren't getting away that easy. Three of the boys grab your hair to keep you still while the rest of the gang chuckle. You try to dash away, your fight or flight instincts kicking in. "Youch!" You cry, as you left two of the gang behind they accidentally ripped off the hair on both sides of your head. Though you think the lost hair was worth escaping until you discover the 3rd boy is still pulling on the back of your hair, which somehow grew longer. The other two grab onto the sleeves of your button up now, but you keep trying to run with surprising strength. With a "Rip!" your sleeves fly off and, finally free, you fall forward onto the ground.

Breaking your fall with your hands, you notice how how jacked your sleeveless arms are, and the ink that was hiding underneath. Your hair falls down and brushes against your earlobes which feels strange unless... are they bigger? "Koji kurac!" You spit at the gang in frustration. The 3 boys look stunned for a moment, then the two on the sides quickly lift you by your tattered button up, which changes fabric to a denim vest. "Oprosti" the one on the middle apologizes and passes you his blunt as a peace offering. You're bewildered by this change in attitude until you look in a broken mirror in the alley.

"of course a body like this commands respect" you think to yourself. I hope you don't mind I didn't improve your vision. The glasses add a certain cham, don't you think? I also decided not to reduce your intelligence. It makes you a natural leader for the gang after all. You'll enjoying using it to make plans for the gang far more than whatever desk job you had before. If I get bored of my current form, I might have to join you as one of your lackeys sometime 😉

If you feel like you need a change too, Roller's asks are open

i feel like some of my followers could use a transformation of their own 🤔

my asks are open if you need a change

I asked the Chronivac to make me popular, but it just got confused. I guess my request was too subjective since what's considered "popular" can change depending on who you're around. Can you help?

Hmmmm! I paused the permanent transformation into ever-changing popular states once. But I'm not entirely sure right now if the moment was a good one…. You obviously just drove past an excursion by members of the Dallas Bears. And hell: you're really popular with the lads!

Okay, you're not engaged yet, but your boyfriend probably wouldn't like it if I reactivated the "popular" setting or reverted you back to your original state. And for what it's worth, you're unlikely to get a bigger cock and a hairier chest. And you're both a talented stud and a first-class cocksucker. I don't think you want to give that up, do you? Enjoy it!

Pic of you both found @hairytwosome

Harvey Gives Fashion Advice

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Harvey still had time before his next class, so he headed straight for his dorm. Harry's bed was topped with cardboard boxes, and Harry himself was rummaging through his wardrobe. He would evaluate individual items before deeming they were no good and tossing them behind him. "Dude, I've been gone for a few hours, are you still trying to find something to wear?" Harvey asked his room mate.

"Oh, Honey, I already picked out a casual outfit for the day" Harry replied without taking his eyes off his clothes. "That's what I wore to pick up all those boxes."

"By the way, what is all this stuff?" Harvey sat on Harry's bed and peeked inside the boxes. It was a mix of decorations, papers, and small items that looked like they could be used for games.

"Those are the supplies for tomorrow's Queer Student Union meeting. As secretary it was my job to pick them up from storage."

"So why are you changing again?"

"And repeat an outfit on the same day? Hell no. There's an executive meeting with all the Queer Student Union's leaders tonight, so I need to look my best."

"Sheesh, I'm glad I'm not a member of your gay club" Harvey sighed, "If I spent as much time on clothes as you did, I'd never get out of this dorm."

"Oh shut up" Harry said, tossing a shirt he was looking at onto his bed, "I bet I spend less time on clothes than you do styling that ridiculous pompadour" Harry ran his fingers through his own curly hair, then turned around to face his room mate, finally seeing that Harvey was wearing a patka, "Or at least, how much time you usually spend on it. That thing on your head is new. Is it some kind of fashion statement?"

"Huh?" Harvey placed his hands on top of his head, feeling cloth where he expected to feel gelled hair. "I thought I took this thing of last night. Did I tie it back on this morning?"

"What are you mumbling about?" Harry turned back to his wardrobe, "instead of making fashion statements like that, I wish you were a fashion guru. I could use some advice." Harry grabbed a pink scarf and wrapped it around his neck. He considered it for a moment before tossing it towards the bed like all the rest. This time, it landed on Harvey's head.

The scarf wrapped itself around Harvey's patka, forming a pink UK-style turban. "Wait… this is just like with Gurpreet's table cloth. Was- was that real? It is happening again!?" While Harvey was expressing a great deal of panic, the texture of his face became smoother, and his cheek bones were more pronounced. All of his hair once again darkened to a shade of black. His mustache thickened, covering his upper lip, and his beard grew to his collar in a squared off shape. To maintain this shape it was not cut, but rather well maintained. Harvey winced, expecting to bloat into a fat man like before. Instead, he grew a bit taller and slimmed into a model physique. He got that warm feeling again as his skin turned an Indian hue, a bit darker than Harvey's normal time, but a good amount lighter than previously. His features changed slightly to be more telling of a Punjabi man, but it was unmistakably Harvey's face.

Finally the rest of his clothes were altered. He was wearing a light blue silk button up with grey wool trousers and brown leather shoes. A tricolor, diagonally striped long tie appeared around his collar. A pink scarf, matching his new turban, hung from his neck, and a dark navy suit jacket topped his shoulders. Harvey looked at his arms in disbelief, his wrists were decorated with a gold watch on the left and an iron Kara bracelet on the right. "Am I imagining things again? Why is it so different this time?"

"So Harpinder" Harry started, as if Harvey hadn't said anything just now. He was holding up two shirts, one in each hand, "Which do you think would look better on me tonight?"

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Harvey realized this was just like with Gurpreet. Harvey, or Harpinder as he was now, seemed completely normal to Harry. "You never ask me for advice about clothes."

"I just didn't want to bug you with my day to day stuff" Harry admitted, a bit embarrassed "you're such a famous fashion influencer after all. I'm sure you have more important things to do." Just then Harvey got a notification on his phone, actually he was receiving several. He unlocked it and the phone opened to a photo-sharing social media app. Instead of his usual profile, he was logged into @sikhstyleguru under the name Harpinder Singh. The page looked like it was regularly updated with photos of Harvey as he appeared now, wearing a variety of fashionable suits and street wear. Scrolling down, Harvey figured this page had to have been active for a few years, which should have been impossible because he only transformed a few weeks ago. Was reality changing? Is that why no one thought his sudden changes were odd? Either way, Harvey took this as proof that he wasn't imagining things, he really had become a Sikh man.

He tapped on his most recent photo, the one he was getting notifications for. The like count was already well above three thousand and still ticking up. Comments included phrases like "waheguru" followed by praying hands emoji and "Att" with the fire emoji. "I really am a fashion influencer" Harvey said to himself.

"That's why I'm asking you, you know better than anyone" Harry said. Harvey was confident he'd be able to return to normal, as he had before. For now he decided he would play along with Harry's vision of him, as it would be useless to try and convince Harry that he was someone else. Still, Harvey's idea of a good outfit was a white tee and black jeans, hardly the wisdom that Harry was expecting. He decided he should just answer truthfully. "Honestly, Harry, I don't think either of those shirts would work." Harpinder stroked his hairy chin while thinking, "If you're going to meet with other leaders of your organization, you yourself should look like a leader. I think I can lend you something." He turned to his own wardrobe and saw that it was replaced by a pop-up closet. Due to the dorm's restricted space, it was smaller than any proper closet would be, but it still had enough rack space to hold Harprinder's many suits, with drawers at the bottom for the rest of his clothes. He picked out a deep blue dress shirt, a vibrant yellow dress tie, brown slacks, and matching black leather belt and dress shoes. Harry quickly changed and the items fit surprisingly well on him, despite belonging to someone else.

"This is awesome, I've never had a suit I liked this much" Harry was checking himself out from a few different angles.

"It's all about finding the right fit. Now you look ready for business" Harprinder grinned. Harry threw his arms up and gave Harpinder a big hug. He chuckled and hugged back, "Easy there, try not to wrinkle my shirt too much." Harpinder impressed even himself with his wisdom. Maybe this fashion influencer thing wouldn't be too hard. Once Harry had let go, apologizing for any wrinkles he might have caused, Harpinder turned back to his closet and considered his next move. He thought Harry's outfit could use a little something more to truly stand out. He grabbed two cloths from his closet. "Hold still Harry, I just need to add one last touch." Harpinder first tied the blue cloth around Harry's head into a patka. Harry did as he was told and didn't stop Harpinder, but he was still visibly uncomfortable.

"You know, Harp, these turbans look really good on you. I'm just think this is weird on a white guy like me."

"Nonsense, you just need to see it all together" Harpinder tied the yellow cloth into a morni pagg turban. Then he used a salai needle to smooth out the folds. "See? Isn't that better?"

Harry looked at himself in their dorm's mirror, turning his head to check a few different angles. "I guess so…" Harry saw his face turn a darker shade of brown and became delighted. "Yes! This vibrant yellow does go well with my skin tone. That was a good choice, Harpinder" Harry said in a Punjabi accent.

Harpinder nodded, "Now we must do something about your hair."

"But all of my hair is under my dastaar" then a short chinstrap of curly black hair grew on Harry's previously bare face.

"Obviously I meant your facial hair" Harpinder chuckled, using a wooden comb to remove the tangles in Harry's new beard.

"Ah, that is much better" Harry admired his Punjabi features in the mirror.

"I'm glad I could help" with this task complete, the pink turban on Harpinder's head unspooled and returned to being a simple pink scarf. Harpinder himself reverted to being Harvey, and his pop up closet disappeared, leaving behind Harvey's original wardrobe. The only thing that didn't turn back to normal was the now Sikh Harry. "Woah, who are you!?"

"Harvey you are so sweet. Pretending you don't recognize me because I look so much better in this suit? I'm flattered" Harry winked.

Harvey recognized that jokingly flirty attitude, "Harry, is that you?"

"It's pronounced Harri, you know that. Anyways, thank you for helping me pick out an outfit, I'll have to return the favor some time. But for now, I'm off to meet my felllow Queer Student Union leaders" Harri lifted the boxes from his bed and made his way to the door of the dorm.

"You can't leave, there's something wrong!"

"The only thing wrong here is that a cute guy like you is still only wearing a patka. Before the next Sikh Student Alliance meeting I am going to have to tie the most handsome dastar on you. See ya!" And with that, Harri blew a kiss and left the dorm.

"No, Harry, wait!" But it was too late, Harri was gone. "This is so freaky! First I'm changing, now Harry is too! Did I do that to him?" Harvey took a look at himself in the mirror. "It's got to be because of this patka I got from that Indian club. It's making me look like them!" Harvey tried to yank the black cloth from his head, but it wouldn't budge no matter how he pulled. "It's no use, the thing is tied on like some kind of magic." he sighed. "At least I can take care of you" Harvey said, looking at his short brown beard. Harvey went to his "hair care" drawer. He was pretty obsessed with maintaining a perfect pompadour, so he always kept a drawer stocked with hair scissors, razors, tweezers, an electric shaver, Combs, and his favorite gel. Opening the drawer, he discovered that most of these items were gone! In their place was a wooden comb, a salai needle, some kind of beard oil, and multiple patka cloths. "Where's all my stuff!? I thought I changed back" Harvey slammed the drawer, "I am not giving up that easy, you stupid beard"

Harvey grabbed a pair of office scissors from his study desk and went back to the mirror. They weren't the ideal tool for grooming his beard, but they would have to do. He brought the scissors close to his chin and attempted to cut, but the scissors wouldn't close. "Huh?" Harvey pulled the scissors away from his face and heard the satisfying "snip" of the scissors cutting the air, but as soon as they got close to his face, he couldn't bring himself to close his fingers together. "Are you kidding me? I can't cut my beard either!?"

It had become evidant that whatever magic had transformed Harvey twice today was also preventing him from removing his patka and hair, even in his white form. "I need to find a way to get 100% back to normal, and also prevent future transformations." Harvey thought the best way to do that was to write down everything he knew about his predicament. He grabbed his Religious Studies 372 notebook and started a list on a new page. 1. This all started when those people from the Sikh club tied this patka on my head. 2. I can't take the patka off, except to sleep and shower. Even then, I end up tying it back on without noticing. 3. When fabric touches this patka, I turn into one of those turbanned Indian guys. The table cloth and the scarf had very different results. Maybe the type of cloth matters? 4. When I transform, my personality changes a little bit and my memory gets a bit foggy. I should keep this notebook with me so I don't forget who I really am.

Harvey sighed and closed the notebook. He didn't know much yet, but this was a start. "It goes without saying I need to avoid that Sikh club, even if it does cost me a grade" Harvey checked the time on his phone "can't let my other grades slip though, my break's almost over" Harvey packed his things and marched to his next class, believing that he was temporarily safe from Punjabification.

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You're right, Brother. Islam is the true path for masculine Brits like me. That is why I am a revert, like all my British brothers will soon be. Though we submit ourselves to Allah, we are dominant over all other men. Soon, all of Europe will join us!

London's changed since I visited last. But I don't care how many muslims move here or how popular you say these head scarfs, or whatever you call them, have become. I'm not gonna wear one!

Just look at those tattoos. You look like the average Brit revert to Islam.

We are not the enemies. We appreciate you, we cherish your masculinity. Find Islam, brother. Find brotherhood and manhood. Find Sharia.

Islam has so much to offer to men like you. Submit to Allah and you won’t have to submit to the sins of this earthly world and deviance.

“Ask not what Islam can do for your country – ask what you can do for Islam” ☪️

Harvey Visits Gurpreet's Bake Sale

Part 2 of reposting a collaborative story from cyoc.net. This first section was written by Tyranitar.

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Harvey tossed and turned in his bed as he tried to fall asleep but restlessly struggled with his sheets, trying to fall asleep. He felt warm, perhaps because it was the beginning of the semester, still basically summer, and there was no air conditioning in his dorm. He tried to focus on anything but the damn heat, trying to shut his mind off, but something was keeping him on the edge of alertness. Eventually, his body started to demand sleep, and Harvey was lying in his bed just on the edge of consciousness. He could feel some sort of sensation throughout his body, almost like he weighed a thousand pounds. Perhaps it was him trying to fall asleep? Whatever it was, it was uncomfortable.

He tried to force himself to stand, but felt like he couldn't control his own body in this restful state. It was like he was made of steel. He kept trying to pull up with his knees, to no avail. He kept trying to move, frantically, as he grew increasingly frightened of his sleep-paralyzed state. He suddenly felt his body jerk up, standing as he found himself suddenly able to control his body again. He frantically looked around, trying to make place of his surroundings. Wherever he was, was clearly not his room.

He felt a small shove from behind, and suddenly moved forward. He was in a crowd, of sorts. He could feel the carpet below his feet. He looked down to see that he was indeed shoeless and sockless. That made sense to Harvey, but he also saw that he was wearing jeans, which he certainly didn't go to bed in. But why would he be here if he had just went to bed? He looked at his arms and down his shirt and saw that he was wearing a simple long sleeved button up shirt as well. The crowd of people, moving forward, were similarly dressed, and they were all wearing some kind of head covering. Instinctively, Harvey reached up to his head and felt the familiar patka wrapped around his hair. He sighed in relief, not wanting to stick out among the crowd.

Seemingly suddenly, because Harvey wasn't paying a lot of attention, the people in front of him started to sit down on the carpet in almost a wave. As people near the front sat down, Harvey could see a grandiose setup at the front of the room, where a very large book sat under a shimmering gold canopy. "The Adi Granth" came to the forefront of his mind, identifying the book. Three elder Sikh men sat around the canopy, observing the crowd. Harvey sat down, putting his bare feet together and knees outwards, placing his hands in front of him.

After a few minutes as the crowd sat down and settled, one of the Sikh men started speaking. "Ga-orhee sukhmanee mehlaa 5. Salok. Ik-on kaar satgur parsaad." Harvey had no idea what he was saying, but glanced around the room subtly. Everyone was taking in what the elder was saying and bowing their heads to the floor. Harvey quickly followed suit, not wanting to commit a faux pas. The script continued as he tried to make sense of what was happening. "Parabh kai simran dusman tarai. Parabh simrat kachh bighan na laagai. Parabh kai simran an-din jaagai."

Whatever this prayer was, Harvey could feel its energy flowing through him. Maybe it was partially the atmosphere of the room, but he felt at peace, surrounded by this homely crowd in front of the elders and the Adi Granth. As the prayer continued, he started to speak the words under his breath. "Parabh kai simran sufal falaa. Say simrahi jin aap simraa-ay. Naanak taa kai laaga-o paa-ay." As he looked down at the ground, he could feel something in addition to the peaceful atmosphere, almost like there was a growing weight on his head. He opened his eyes, and saw some hairs at the bottom of his peripheral vision. It shocked him out of the peaceful place as he clued in that something wasn't right. He didn't have a beard, and this wasn't somewhere he'd ever go. What the hell was go-

Harvey jolted awake at the sound of his alarm clock. He stretched, and reached over to turn it off. He felt extremely tired still, blaming it on the restless sleep he'd had overnight. He remembered that his dream was strange, but couldn't for the life of him remember what it was about. He quickly threw on a muscle shirt that was sitting on his desk and made his way to the bathroom. Thankfully, his first class started at an odd time, so he didn't have to share the bathroom with many people. He went about his usual morning routine, brushing his teeth, and then looked in the mirror to see if anything was stuck in them.

When he saw himself he did a double take.

He knew he'd looked stubbly last night, but there was no way that what he was sporting would be described as anything short of a beard now. It wasn't long, but it was thick and looked well maintained. He took one of his hands and started rubbing his fingers through the bristles, feeling his face. As he did, he pondered on whether or not he actually wanted to shave. He had to admit to himself, he looked damn good. He made a couple of faces in the mirror, and made the decision that he was going to keep the hair, and then walked back to his dorm.

End of Tyranitar's section. The following by Roller62

Upon entering his dorm, Harvey was greeted by a familiar voice.

"Well hello there, Bearded Daddy. Have you seen my room mate, Harvey?" Harry said. Harry was Harvey's gay room mate, and if you ever needed proof of that, you could check the pride flags he pinned to the wall next to his bed. He would occasionally make flirtatious comments around Harvey, but they were all in good fun.

"I'm right here!" Harvey struck a pose, "Shocking I know. I guess I neglected shaving a bit. Hopefully the girls on campus like it as much as you do".

"I'm sure they'll love how it looks. Your personality on the other hand..." 

Harvey rolled his eyes and continued getting ready for class. He pulled on a plain white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, then filled his book bag with all the books and binders he would need for the day. "So what's on your agenda for the day?"

"It's looking pretty busy" Harry was rummaging through his wardrobe, trying to find the best outfit for his twinkish body. "Tomorrow is the semester's first meeting for the Queer Student Union, so I'll be preparing for that. You should come, it'll be a lot of fun".

"No thanks, Bro. I already have obligations to another club" Harvey was glad he had a legitimate excuse to miss that sausage fest.

"Really? Which club did you join?"

"You know that cultural studies class I'm taking? The professor made me join the Sikh club"

"Oh the Sikh Student Alliance? They seem like a fun group"

"Yeah, you know them or something?"

"Sure" Harry answered flatly, "A lot of the student organizations know each other because we do tabling events together. Actually, a few of their members are also in the Queer Student Alliance."

"Really? Who?" Harvey asked out of genuine curiosity.

"If you want to find out, you'll have to come tomorrow" Harry grinned, pulling out the clothes he thought would be perfect for the day.

"Whatever. I'll see you after class" Without putting any thought into it, Harvey tied his hair in a bun and wrapped the patka around his head. Since Harry was busy changing, he didn't see Harvey do this. Feeling ready for the day, Harvey left to his first class

Arriving at the designated classroom, Harvey did a double take when he saw Gurpreet inside. He surveyed the room to check if it was full of Punjabis, and was relieved to see that their was a healthy mix of students.

"Hi Harvey, come sit here!" Gurpreet was sitting in the first row. His large stomach was wedged between the chair and its conjoined desk. Harvey fulfilled the bearish man's request and plopped down in the seat next to him. "This is a welcome surprise, I didn't expect you to be taking a class like this, but I'm glad we'll be spending more time together" Gurpreet displayed his signature smile.

"What do you mean, why wouldn't I take this class?"

"Honestly, you didn't seem very excited about Sikh culture yesterday. You bolted as soon as the meeting ended. But now you're here, and you're even wearing the patka we gave you. You must be must be willing to learn lots!"

"What are you talking about?" Harvey reached up to his head and felt the familiar patka wrapped around his hair. He didn't remember putting this on! That thought was interrupted when and elderly Sikh man emerged from the classroom's door. Something about him was so familiar, and yet Harvey was sure he hadn't seen the man in person before. The mental image of a large book and a gold canopy came to mind, but Harvey couldn't place where that memory was coming from.

"Good morning, Students" the elderly man greeted, "I'm glad you all made it to our first lecture. Welcome to Religious Studies 372: Sikhism" he took a dry erase marker and wrote the course name on the whiteboard, then turned his attention back to the students.

"I'm in the wrong class!" Harvey whispered to himself quietly, but not too quiet for Gurpreet to hear.

"Really?" Gurpreet asked, "Can I see your schedule?" Harvey nodded and fished a print of his class schedule out of his binder. "Everything looks right, see? REL S with Professor Singh. The room number and time are the same too" Gurpreet stated, handing the schedule back to Harvey. Gurpreet was right! But Harvey didn't remember signing up for this class. Though come to think of it, Harvey couldn't recall what class he was suppose to be taking instead. Oh well, Harvey figured he may as well say as it would be rude to leave the class so abruptly. He'd have to clear this up with the Advisor Office later today.

"Now before I get started on today's lecture on the basics of Sikhism, do any of you have questions? Maybe some preconceived notions of the religion?" Professor Singh asked, then called on a student who raised their hand.

"I've heard the warrior identity is very important to Sikh people and that's why they are suppose to carry daggers with them all the time. How does that work in modern times?"

"Great question. The warrior identity embraced by Sikhs stems from a period of violent persecution against Sikh people, so of course they needed to defend themselves. Now, I'm sure I don't look like a mighty warrior to many of you, and though it is a requirement of the five K's, we modern Sikhs can not carry a kirpan with us everywhere... but I would like to propose this interpretation: A Sikh should be a warrior when people need defending. Likewise, if people are suffering in other ways, a Sikh should transform into the person they need. We'll get into the theory behind that later in the course."

Harvey chuckled at this notion. Sure Gurpreet was a big guy, but imagining a sweet guy like him as a warrior just didn't fit. The transformation part was interesting though. Could a Sikh really change so much just to help someone in need? That would be interesting to see. The rest of the lecture went on without a hitch, and Harvey did feel like he was learning more about the religion. Once class was done, Harvey and Gurpreet agreed that they should study together if Harvey decided to stay in the class, and the two parted ways.

With nothing better to do, Harvey decided to waste time at the Library Walkway. It was a large open space adjacent to the university's library, which was the center of the campus. Students frequently crossed this area on their way between classes, and it was complimented with benches and shady trees which made it a nice place to rest.

"Harvey? Hey Harvey, over here!" Harvey heard an accented voice call from behind him. He turned around to see Gurpreet again. What a coincidence. Harvey walked over to the waving Sikh bear. He had propped two tables in an "L" shape adjacent to the Library's wall, essentially creating a square with an opening at the side. With all the cooking utensils and devices that Gurpreet had brought with him, it looked like he was setting up some kind of food stand. "I could really use your help, Harvey. Can you set up this stand with me?" Normally Harvey would make some excuse to say no, but Gurpreet already saw Harvey's schedule, so he knew that Harvey had a large gap right now.

"Yeah, sure. I can help you out" Harvey admitted.

"Thank you! Here, come in" Gurpreet made room for Harvey to enter his table square. Gurpreet was hastily pulling materials out of a box labled "tabling supplies". "Here, lets lay down the table cloths." Gurpreet grabbed two orange table cloths with a white floral design and tossed one to Harvey. The table cloth landed on top of Harvey's head. Making contact with Harvey's patka, the table cloth folded and wrapped itself around Harvey's head, becoming a beautiful orange floral Gurmukhi Dastar turban. Harvey felt a wave of heat envelop him as his skin became a deep brown and all of his hair turned black. This was followed by a bloated feeling as Harvey watched his stomach grow. It was slow at first before exploding outward. Massive love handles wrapped around his body, swollen breasts sat atop his stomach, even his face was filling out with plump cheeks and a round chin. Then Harvey noticed he wasn't just getting fatter, he grew taller too. His new height rivaled Gurpreet's, and he was much fatter than the Sikh bear too! He wasn't just fat, he was massive. He thought he was going to explode out of his clothes, but strangely they were growing with him. His jeans were stretched tight by his thick thighs and the two globes in his rear. His shirt managed to stay loose despite his round belly hanging far in front of him. The shirt gained a graphic of a smiling milk carton wearing sunglasses, with the pun "'Sup Doodh" underneath. Harvey's mustache thickened, his beard grew thicker, wider than his face in a round shape and stretching below his neck. Finally, a pair of clear prescription aviator glasses appeared in front of Harvey's eyes, completing the transformation.

"Wha- what the? What's going on!?" Harvey exclaimed.

"We're running a bake sale as a fund raiser for the Sikh Student Coalition" Gurpreet answered, "but the guy who was suppose to do the actual cooking had to cancel. I'm so glad you were able to fill in at the last second, Harpinder. You're such a good cook" Gurpreet smiled and layed out his table cloth. "What a coincidence, your parna matches my table cloth! Hmm, no where did the other one go?"

"What are you talking about?" It seemed like Harvey's question had a completely different context in Gurpreet's mind. Did Gurpreet really not notice how Harvey had changed? "I'm not a chef, especially not with Punjabi food!"

"Don't be so modest, Harpinder" Gurpreet chuckled, "I've seen the lunches you've packed in your book bag. It seems you're an expect with even the most complicated dishes."

"Do you really not see anything wrong with me? I mean..." Harvey paused, looking down at his new form, "my stomach is huge"

"That's not wrong" Gurpreet patted his own belly, "A large stomach is proof you know what good food tastes like"

Gurpreet thought that Harvey was suppose to be like this, he even kept calling him "Harpinder". Harvey felt that he had to leave, he had to find a way to change back. He tried to exit, but he was currently sandwiched between the tables, the library, and Gurpreet. At his large size, he couldn't easily maneuver around Gurpreet, who was blocking the only exit. He tried, but ended up bumping his belly against Gurpreet's.

"Haha, easy there Harpinder. Here, allow me to pass you the ingredients." Gurpreet placed a few packages and utensils on Harvey's side of the table. It looked like escape wouldn't be possible unless Harvey could convince Gurpreet that he wasn't the person Gurpreet thought he was. Still, what was he suppose to do in he mean time? He didn't know how to make any of these dishes. And yet, Harvey's hands moved on auto pilot. Without needing to put any thought into it, he was creating a variety of delicious Punjabi treats. Once Gurpreet finished setting up the decor and collection bin, their stand was open for business.

Since the Library Walkway was a popular spot on campus, they had a steady flow of customers. It was mostly Indian students at first, but the stand's popularity quickly caught the eye of other students as well. Harvey kept busy, constantly making more treats to keep up with demand. Things were going so well, he was starting to forget he had been so troubled by his transformation earlier. He was even throwing out welcoming and thankful phrases such as "Aaooji aaooji" and "tuhada swagat hai" to people who stopped by their stand. 

When things eventually slowed down, a group of Punjabi women approach the stand. "Hi Gurpreet. Who's your friend?" the first one asked.

"Hi Rupi, this is Harpinder. He's a new member of the Sikh Student Coalition. He just joined yesterday."

"Ah, now that you mention it he does look familiar. He was at yesterday's meeting, right?" Rupi said.

"Wow, this food looks so good" a second girl added, "Harpinder, did you make all of this?"

"It was nothing, really" Harvey bashfully rubbed the back of his turban and smiled "Would you like some?"

"Yes, please" she replied. Harvey filled plates for all of the girls in the group.

"Thank you, Harpinder. How much do we owe you?" Rupi asked.

"Don't worry about it, it's on the house" Harvey winked "And my friends call me Harp." The girls blushed and giggled to each other, thanking Harpinder before taking off. Harvey was glad that he still had his signature charm.

Gurpreet grinned, "Look at you 'Harp', so popular already" the two shared a laugh "Thank you for all your help today. This is probably the most profitable bake sale the Sikh Student Coalition has ever had" Gurpreet patted the collection bin "and by putting our name out here, I'm sure we've also attracted a few new members. I couldn't have done it without you."

"Of course. It's just like Professor Singh said, a Sikh should always help those in need" The two hugged each other, their belllies squishing against each other.

"I'm going to finish cleaning up here, why don't you take some well deserved rest?" Gurpreet said as he made room for Harvey to exit.

Harvey nodded and leisurely walked to the a restroom to wash his hands. Looking in the mirror, his turban unwrapped itself from his head, becoming a table cloth again. He also reverted back to his original form, a white man with an average build wearing a patka.

He grabbed his head, feeling a bit woozy. "Did that really just happen?" Harvey asked himself. He remembered everything that happened at the bake sale, but it both felt like he was himself and wasn't himself at the same time. Harvey rationalize that he must of just imagined the transformation. He was just a regular white guy helping Gurpreet with his bake sale. As for the treats he was making... it must have been some simple american treat. There was no way he was making Punjabi food. Harvey placed the table cloth in his book bag so he could return it to Gurpreet later and exited the bathroom. He ended up passing by that same group of Punjabi women. "Hey Rupi" he said with a wink. The girls simply smiled and rolled their eyes.

"See you at the next meeting, Harv" Rupi said while they all walked away. That was odd, they all seemed so into him earlier. Why wasn't his charm working anymore? Oh well, Harvey looked at the time on his phone. He was trying to decide if he should head to class or if he still had time to go somewhere else.

Harvey Joins the Sikh Student Coalition

Reposting a story I wrote on cyoc.net here in multiple parts. I’ll credit other authors who contributed as their segments appear. Also, my asks are open if you want to see more changes to Harvey, or you want to transform yourself.

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Professor Martinez strut into his classroom on the first day of the new semester, greeted by the disinterested faces of his new students. He taught the university's intro to cultural studies course, known around campus as an easy A. He was well aware that for the past few years student chose his class not because they wanted to learn, but because they wanted to boost their GPA without trying. This year, Dr. Martinez was determined to change that.

"Good morning, everyone" Dr. Martinez addressed. "I am Dr. Martinez, and welcome to Intro to Cultural Studies" he gave a satisfactory nod once a few student left the room, realizing they where in the wrong class. "Now I know a few of you have heard that this class is an easy A, but you will all be pleased to hear that is not the case" a handful of students chuckled with him while others grimaced "In this class you will learn how culture influences an individual's experiences and everyday life. However, before you learn about a culture that is not your own, you should experience it for yourself first hand". Dr. Martinez marched up and down the aisles of desks passing out papers to each student, "You are all receiving your syllabus and first project of the semester. Each of you have been assigned to a cultural organization whose culture is not your own. To complete this project, you must join the organization and complete all of the tasks I have listed on your project form. This will include attending their meetings and participating in their events. I hope you will find this project transformative, and open your mind to accept the rest of the semester's material. You may even make friends and want to become a permanent member. However, I should warn you that this project is worth a large portion of your final grade, so do take it seriously". Dr. Martinez beamed at the betrayed faces of his student who now knew they actually had to earn their grade this semester.

"You may now look at your project form to see what cultural organization you will be joining and the full list of tasks you must complete".

Harvey took a look at his project form. He was assigned to become a member of the university's Sikh Student Coalition. Harvey didn't really know what a Sikh was, a quick search on his phone showed a bunch of Indian guys in turbans. He figured he had no choice but to learn more about them. The organization's meeting was that same day and Harvey headed to the meeting once was class was finished. 

Harvey considered himself a typical white young man. He had an average build, clean shaven face, fair skin and sandy blonde hair that he styled into a tall pompadour.

The Sikh Student Coalition's meeting was one of the few times he felt like the odd one in the crowd. The room was full of young Punjabi adults. All of the men, and some but not all of the women, were wearing turbans in various fashions and various vibrant colors. Though else than that they wore typical western clothing. One Sikh came to greet Harvey at the door. He was a large bear of a man who nearly towered over everyone in the room. An orange domalla style turban framed his round face. His kind smile was hidden beneath a twirled up mustache and a curly beard that sprawled down to his chest. He wore flannel, jeans, and boots.

"Hello, I'm Gurpreet Singh. Could you please sign in?" Gurpreet handed Harvey a clipboard with a sign in sheet. "I'm the new student coordinator, my job is to make all of our new members feel welcome. So if you need anything, please ask".

"Yeah, maybe you can help me" Harvey handed back the sign in sheet with his information "I'm here because of my cultural studies project. Someone's suppose to take my attendance or something".

Gurpreet called out to the crowd, " Hey, Mandeep, can you come here for a second?"

A man in a blue suite walked up to them. It looked like it was tailored to fit his slim build. His beard was rather short and had a natural point to it which accented his sharp facial features. He wore aviators and a black tie which matched his black keski style turban. "What's up Man, I'm Mandeep Singh. I'm the president of the organization, it's a pleasure to meet you" Mandeep reached his hand out for a handshake which Harvey accepted. "Say, don't I know you from somewhere?"

Harvey raised a questioning eyebrow before returning a knowing smile, "yeah, weren't we in the same marketing class?" Usually Harvey wouldn't remember anyone from his classes, but it would be hard to forget the only one wearing a turban, especially when he had such great style.

Gurpreet beamed, "This is great Harvey, you already have a friend here!" He turned to Mandeep, "Harvey is here from Dr. Martinez's class".

"Makes sense" Mandeep chuckled. The fact that Harvey was the only white guy in the room was not lost on him, "As president, Dr. Martinez has trusted me to verify that you complete all of the tasks in your project. As long as you follow my instruction I'll make sure you pass. I've got you marked down for attendance, Gurpreet do you have the patka?" Gurpreet pulled out a black cloth.

"Patka?" Harvey asked, "What's that for?"

"Didn't you read the project form? You're required to wear clothing that represents our culture when you're at our meetings. I asked Dr. Martinez if you could just wear one of our club shirts, but he insisted you wear a turban"

"Can't you just say I wore it?" Harvey looked at Mandeep pleadingly, who returned a sympathetic expression.

"I wish I could, but if I'm caught lying to faculty, our organization could get in trouble. I won't force you to wear it, but I don't think you'll pass if you don't".

"Fine" Harvey Sighed, "I'll wear it" Gurpreet Helped Harvey tie his hair into a bun at the top of his head and then tied the cloth around it into a patka.

A group of girls in the room giggled to themselves when they saw Harvey. He felt humiliated! When the meeting started Gurpreet sat next to Harvey, and Mandeep stood at the front of the room to facilitate the meeting. Gurpreet would occasionally clarify words and phrases for Harvey that non-sikhs typically wouldn't know, though Harvey was only half paying attention. Once Mandeep declared that the Meeting was over, Harvey left and bolted to his dorm. He couldn't wait to escape that embarrassment.

That night when Harvey went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, he saw he was still wearing the turban in the mirror. "Oh god" he mumbled to himself. He forgot to take it off when he left the club meeting. So many people must have seen him wearing it when he was running back to his dorm! His face flushed red and he hoped that no one recognized him. Harvey quickly untied the cloth and his hair, but in the mirror he also saw a shadow of facial hair. Strange as he thought he had shaved just that morning. He shrugged and decided he'd just have to shave again tomorrow morning. Tired, he stored the patka in his wardrobe for next week's meeting and went to sleep.

Shukriyaa Bhai! Ah, vhat a breath of fresh airr do quit smoking! You must let me redurn dhe favorr. Let us see, how did dhat otherr person change you? Ah yes, the "Change my interlocutor" setting.

Chod! I dhink I made you biggerr dhan me! Ah vell, I like having another muscular tattooed desi around. Bud don't go dhinking you arre the strongest, Bhai. Ve'll wrestle forr dhat ditle!

Salam, Akhi. Make explanation for me. Why my Chronivac says I was changed twoice today. Now my memory of the changes ees, eh, 50/50. But I saw two support articles from you of hackers making men Arabs, and then someone accidentally using the alpha Arab preset. I admit my current body ees very noice, but I would like to become my proper body, if you blease.

Oh yes, there has indeed been quite a lot mixed up today…. And it will take the Chronivac team quite a while to sort it all out again.

It's a bit difficult to reconstruct everything, but according to my records, this should have been your original body. I put some muscles on it. As an apology. And the tattoos are also free.

Now you should speak excellent Hindi and Indian influenced English again. And I have also stopped you smoking. I hope everything else is fine again. If you have any wishes or questions, please contact me!

I knew a man like this. He became so enamored with his own musk, he did whatever he could to make it stronger. Always pushing himself to the limit on reps and weight, just to get that extra sweat on his pits. Wearing the same soaked tanks workout after workout. But soon even that wasn't enough. He needed new smells.

It wasn't hard to entice men on dating apps since they could only see how hot he is. It wasn't until they met at his home did they find how rank he smelled. But soon enough something would snap in them, and they would become just as obsessed with his musk as he was. I remember seeing these men grow out their mustaches, just so they could keep his pit sweat clinging below their snouts all day.

Soon they would change even more. Some would become muscle freaks like him, developing their own brand of sweaty musk. Others would become super chubs, eating whatever would give them the most pungent gass. But one thing would stay the same. They would all be left behind when the man got hungry for a new flavor, looking for another clean boy to break.

He couldn't stop smelling himself. For some reason his strong musky aroma was too enticing for him to ignore. His body sweating, further adding to his potent musk. It was driving him crazy, his dick tenting his shorts with how turned on he is. Groping himself with his arm raised and his face shoved in the crook of his underarm, inhaling his own stench while he let out soft moans. He couldn't help but stay fixated on his sweaty stench and how amazing it smelt to him.

Yeesh, I hope your manager can change you three back. I had no idea it was my fault. Oh well, I'll just go into settings and make myself the target of my transformations again. Hang on, "applying most recent preset"? I didn't initiate a change! Huhuhu... Turnin my camera on bruh. Are you cuming rn? Fuck, don't waste that protein. Let me drink it, or splash my furry chest

Dude, look at my fat boner. Get ur ass to the gym rn. I'm so sweaty from my last pump. I no u n tha boys like the musk. Huhuh ayyy ur gettin hard agen!

I hope you can help, you're the 3rd Chronivac support rep I've been directed to. I am unable to make changes with my Chronivac. I swear, the first rep's English seemed to get more broken the longer I was on chat. The second rep seemed better, until he connected to my account. Then he seemed much more interested in describing his musk and farts than my issue! Hopefully you are more competent.

I deeply regret if not all of my colleagues do meet the standards we have set for ourselves at Chronivac Inc. Let me look at your case.

As far as I can tell, you have chosen the "Change my interlocutor according to my wishes" setting. This, of course, can have an impact on the person you talk to at Chronivac…. Fuck! hehehehe! have you seen my boner. Dude, I didn't know it cud get that big. Bruh, actually we are not allowed to jerk off at work. But I'm at least officially still on da way to work… Hopefully it's allowed in da car.

Fucc' can u turn on ur camera, bruh? do u want 2 watch meh jerk off? id b lit if i cud cya doing it 2. Dude, wasnt i wearing a shirt earlier? and wasnt tht a fam van just now? ayy lmao, a mustang goes much better w/ tht tank top.

shit, cuming rn. Dude, did u have sum kinda problem? Can i help u w/ something? then maybe checc bacc w/ meh l8r. Fuuuuuuck!

Pic of me found @447am 

What's up bro? After that lunar landing, India seems like the place to be! Problem is, I don't think the suitcase I brought will be enough for me to last seeing everything from the Taj Mahal to the golden temple. Can I borrow one of the DEL suitcases?

There is actually another suitcase. A fairly new aluminum suitcase from RIMOWA. Looks very expensive. And doesn't necessarily match your dusty and sweaty tourist outfit…. But since no one else has contacted me: Have fun with it!

Delhi… A really huge city. But also really challenging for a tourist who doesn't speak Hindi. But slowly you get used to the strange English they speak here. And somehow you finally find the Airbnb in the old city, a stone's throw from the Red Fort. It smells of sweat, urine and exotic spices in the stairwell. The stairs are steep and you are pretty tired. Heaving your suitcases up is really exhausting. But you have made it. You'll see what's in the big new suitcase tomorrow. You just want to sleep. It looks like the bed in the room hasn't even been made yet. You don't care about that now. Just sleep…

When you wake up the next morning, your old suitcase is gone. But also your old pajamas are gone. You lie naked in bed. And something is different… Your morning wood is hard as steel. Hehehehe, that's not bad… But it's also darker somehow. A shade like a coffee with a shot of milk. Coffee! Yes, you need it now. You get out of the silk-sheeted bed and your boner leads you like a divining rod to the coffee maker in the alcove between your dressing room and the master bath. After the first coffee, quickly take a shower and then get dressed.

And then a second coffee. Your driver will be here soon. Good thing your suitcase is already packed next to you.

You don't like Noida. But many of your friends live there because they have located their startup companies there and it is easier to find capable software developers. But that's not your world either. Your family made their money generations ago in real estate and in the textile industry. And you now head the banking and finance division in your family holding company. After all, you have financed some of your friends' startups. And today one of your friends is getting married. In Noida. You'll survive that, too.

The journey was long, as usual. Getting out of Delhi takes time. But at least you were able to make a number of phone calls while your driver navigated the car safely through the traffic chaos. Now you have moved into your suite. In the corridor hectic movements between the rooms. Bridesmaids and other guests scurry from room to room. You hate this hassle. In life, you would never think of getting married. But the bellboy who carried your suitcase upstairs was hot. You call the front desk and ask for someone to help you unpack your luggage and get dressed. The hotel is one of the most preferred locations for weddings in Noida. You are a regular guest here. They know your preferences. And the bellboys love your cock. You can already imagine that now there will be a fight again, who is allowed to blow you and gets the tip for it.

Yes, that was good… Your cock dangles relaxed between your legs. Your clothes fit perfectly. So on to the ballroom. And let's see who is your boring dinner companion this time.

I hope you can help, you're the 3rd Chronivac support rep I've been directed to. I am unable to make changes with my Chronivac. I swear, the first rep's English seemed to get more broken the longer I was on chat. The second rep seemed better, until he connected to my account. Then he seemed much more interested in describing his musk and farts than my issue! Hopefully you are more competent.

I deeply regret if not all of my colleagues do meet the standards we have set for ourselves at Chronivac Inc. Let me look at your case.

As far as I can tell, you have chosen the "Change my interlocutor according to my wishes" setting. This, of course, can have an impact on the person you talk to at Chronivac…. Fuck! hehehehe! have you seen my boner. Dude, I didn't know it cud get that big. Bruh, actually we are not allowed to jerk off at work. But I'm at least officially still on da way to work… Hopefully it's allowed in da car.

Fucc' can u turn on ur camera, bruh? do u want 2 watch meh jerk off? id b lit if i cud cya doing it 2. Dude, wasnt i wearing a shirt earlier? and wasnt tht a fam van just now? ayy lmao, a mustang goes much better w/ tht tank top.

shit, cuming rn. Dude, did u have sum kinda problem? Can i help u w/ something? then maybe checc bacc w/ meh l8r. Fuuuuuuck!

Pic of me found @447am 

I generated a picture, I think you'll really like embodying! You'll get to eat without worry and spend lot of time in the garden, doesn't that seem fun?

HELP! Do any of my followers have a picture of me? I mean the REAL me?

I got this ask in my inbox and didn't think anything of it until I went shopping and saw mangoes in the produce section. I'm usually more of an apple man, but today I had a craving. No, a need. I couldn't even wait, peeling the sticker off to pay later so I could take a bite. It was like heaven! Perfectly in season too. I ravenously finished the rest and was about to grab another before

"UUURRRRPPPP" I belched! And it wasn't just the smell of mango. Vegetables, spices, and more unfamiliar were on my breath. That's when I noticed my usually baggy shirt grazing my stomach. It wasn't flat anymore, maybe a bit paunchier? I guessed bloating would explain the sudden gas, but my suspicions turned to an allergic reaction as it kept growing! I bolted towards the door, growing bigger with every step, from gutted to chubby to fat and down right obese! I would say I was inflating if it weren't for my belly also softening. It now rose and fell with every movement, my growing man boobs also suspending then slapping back down on my stomach.

I could even feel the fat on my face when I finally made it outside. I hunched over, hands on my knees and breathing heavy between plump cheeks. I shouldn't be this tired already, but I had to walk the rest of the way to my car. And to make it worse my thighs were irritated by the friction in my soccer pants as they rubbed together. By the time I arrived I was waddling with what felt like trunk legs and labored into my sedan.

I rushed home and heard honking, probably from my reckless driving, but there were no cars around me. It was this fat gut slapping the horn! I adjusted my seat back and sighed. BEEP. Seriously!? I adjusted back again BEEP. It wasn't until the farthest back that I stopped getting fatter, but now that it wasn't touching the wheel I could feel the breeze on it. Of course, my shirt was too small now, riding up to nearly my moobs. I tried to tug my shirt down multiple times to cover myself with no use, until suddenly it all came down at once. If I had looked down, I might have seen the pink fabric flowing down to my knees, but I was distracted by a "BRAAAAAAAP"

I grabbed a pink handkerchief in my car to wipe the mango juice from my lips when I felt... hair? Looking in the rear view mirror I saw a full beard, and it wasn't just my face. I had a full mane of beautiful long hair, black hair! It was just too weird! I tied my hair up with my handkerchief to keep it out of my peripheral vision. I just had to focus on driving, I'd be home soon enough. However, I could feel something silky wrapping around my head. It was lopsided at times, throwing off my center of gravity. When my head tilted left, I turned left, and the same thing on the right. I made so many wrong turns I wasn't sure where I was, but looking in the rear view mirror again I saw that my handkerchief had grown and wrapped into a pink turban. With another tilt, it tugged me to make a turn into a neighborhood next to a gurdwara. I drove a few blocks and parked in front of a house. It wasn't my house, not the one I remembered, but it was home.

I heaved myself out of the minivan (which I had only realized was changed later), and waddled with more comfort in my silk pants. But I didn't waddle to the front door. No, I went to the garden... the garden where mangos were growing. I grabbed one and took a bite. Why, these were even better than the grocery store! Just like the ones in my farm in Punjab! I was so happy I could keep a taste of my homeland with me, even in another country.

Sorry, I lost my train of thought! Anyways now I'm in this garden and it's getting dark! I feel like I'm going to have to go inside this house soon, and meet the new family that is waiting for me. I'm afraid that if I do, I'll get sucked further into this new reality! Please, if anyone has a picture of me, send it to my asks so I can transform back to normal!

Hi Chronivac support, I have an odd problem. See, my room mate, Prabhjot Singh, is being forced to move back to Punjab by his parents for an arranged marriage. I thought I'd help him stay by changing him with the prompt "The perfect boyfriend for my room mate", but I accidentally scanned myself instead of him! How do I fix this? I'm already feeling... different

Well… At least now we know what Prabhjot is into. And I must say, he has excellent taste. Bro, you look really hot. I love your heavy Indian accent. And what's hanging between your legs is something any porn star would be proud of. But unfortunately that doesn't help us at all in the current situation. You are now the child of rich Indian parents. You grew up liberal and cosmopolitan in Noida, Dubai and London. Your parents love you and your boyfriend. But Prabhjot is still facing a forced marriage.

I'm afraid I have to start a bit with his biography. At the age of six, Prabhjot won his first singing competition. And his ambitious parents did everything to push his career. At 14, he was successfully cast as "The Exotic" for a K-pop project. The life he has led as a result has not necessarily pleased his parents. But for the money Prabhjot sent home, they even accepted that you two met and fell in love backstage at a concert in Dubai.

You are a very beautiful couple! You both deserve it. Make the best of it!

A New Look

a transformation story by megachiraz (2021)

It was a nice day and Nat had put on his jacket a few minutes ago to go shopping one last time before the weekend. Today was a big festival, colourful stands were scattered in the park.  He was already looking forward to going back afterwards through the park. Last year, he bought a really cool tapestry there. He didn’t even think it was really nice, but the pattern had been so interesting that he had bought it. And when the smell of pipe smoke was finally out, he could actually hang it up.

As Nat had hoped, it was so warm outside that he didn’t need his hoodie at all – the late autumn surprised him with its warm temperatures every time. He put his backpack on the floor and stuffed his hoodie in. On his way to the shop he met very few people, all seemed to be at the festival in the big park.

After all, there were no idiots now who would block the shop around this time, Nat thought and quickly did his shopping. He hadn’t needed that much, only a few cans of soda for a relaxing weekend. While he was scanning his cans at the self-service counter and holding his credit card to the reader, he looked outside. Through the large shop windows, at about the height of the oranges, he could see the colourful tents in the park in the distance. Nat moved his glasses a bit, but it didn’t help – he had to go closer. With a beep, the cash register showed him that his payment had been booked, and then he stuffed the bag with the cans into his backpack and went towards the park.

While Nat went to the park with his full backpack – maybe he should just wrap his hoodie around his waist, then he wouldn’t have to carry it on his back – he looked at his phone again and opened Instagram. And goodness, it seemed that all the people he followed were at this festival. And they took pictures. Lots of pictures. He tapped on a story of one of his colleagues at work. And he raised his eyebrow. Daniel had eaten something so that his entire mouth area was coloured completely in a dark orange sauce or something like that. “Looks like he’s used an expired self-tanner”, Nat grinned and gave the post a like. He scrolled a little further, looked at the street from time to time and as soon as he had closed the app, he was already standing in front of the park gate.

“Wow, that’s even bigger than last year”, he noted and adjusted his glasses again. He quickly took a picture. The light was just great, he could not miss such an opportunity.

A very aromatic, strong smell blew towards him and he almost regretted that he had just quickly eaten half a pizza before he went shopping. Because this smell provoked his appetite… like every year. Nat shrugged and sat down on the railing of the stairs, slipped down, dodged a bush of red berries, so they wouldn’t dirty his favourite orange shirt or his jeans. When Nat had reached the end of the railing, he was already in the middle of the crowded crowd. And as usual, he couldn’t see anything. He struggled with a little bit, dodging elbows that nearly knocked his glasses down. Nat exhaled when he finally had the people in his back and stood in front of a stand.

“Hello dear, would you like to buy something?”, asked an elderly lady with grey-white hair, who had a very strong Indian accent and smiled at him kindly. “I have to look first where I am, just give me a second”, Nat answered just as kindly as she had asked him and looked onto the display for the first time. They were colourful fabrics and they were similar to the tapestry… if he thought carefully, the pattern looked almost identical. He sniffed at once inconspicuously. And there was that very special pipe smell. Only significantly weaker. “I think I was here at your stand last year. The big red tapestry is now hanging in my living room”, he said, looking at the woman.

“Oh, a regular customer, I’m glad you came back here. Then you bought one of the rugs my husband made before he… died”, she said with a sombre expression. A moment of silence spread between them. Nat didn’t really know what to say. But then the woman continued talking. “You don’t need to say anything. Everything became a little more difficult since my husband’s death. My kids barely have time for me and I have to sell all the things he left. Unfortunately, I can’t weave anymore”, she explained, and Nat felt that she needed someone to open her heart to. He decided to buy something in any case. He nodded understandingly. Then Nat discovered a large belt buckle. Which he kind of liked.

“How much does this buckle cost?”, Nat asked, pointing to the piece of metal. “It costs $25, it’s made of a very special metal. My… husband brought it here from our old home after a holiday many years ago.” Was everything so emotionally charged for this woman? Nat didn’t want to spend that much money right at the beginning. But maybe his father would like the buckle for his birthday.

“Then I’ll take it.” He pulled out some dollar bills from his pocket and counted them. “Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, thirty… can you give change?”

The woman’s cheerful face became concerned and she pulled out a large blue wallet and looked into it. It didn’t look like she had enough change. Nat looked at his watch in a hopefully rather inconspicuous way. He wanted to explore some other stands. “Don’t bother, keep the change, that’s okay”, he appeased the lady, who had now started to rummage in the coin pocket. She visibly exhaled with relief. “Oh, thank you, wait, then…” she squatted down and pulled out a wooden box. “Then I’ll give you something more. Here, take something you like!”, she said, putting the wooden box on the rugs and scarves and opened it. Nat looked curiously into it.  It was filled with different kinds of cloth that you could wrap around your head. With a smile, he picked out a black cloth, gave the woman the $30 and picked up the buckle. 

“Thank you. Good luck today!” With these words, Nat said goodbye and walked around other stands for a while, ate a goulash soup with bread and then slowly went home when the sun went down.

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New Outlook

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As a sikh twink, I get a lot of push back from my community because I don't wear a turban, cut my hair and shave. My sikh roommate always looks at me with disappointment when he catches me with my scissors and razor. Can you make it so I never have to shave again?

You’re room mate comes home. You hear the door slam shut and you know he’s mad seeing that your turban had been thrown on the floor like normal. You can’t help it. You hate wearing the thing. Just like you had facial hair so you always shave it every morning and night. You’re room mate is so tired of this. You’re disrespecting the community and he yells about it every night and today isn’t going to be any different. You hear him stomping to your room and slamming the door open. He throws the turban at your telling you how disrespectful you are. You don’t even bother arguing with him anymore. He is the perfect Sikh male. Turban and beard. Never shaving abs always conforming to what his community wants. And all you want is to just not have to deal with it anymore. Wanting an Escape.

You get up from the bed and walk to the living room where your room mate is sitting there with your father.

“You’re either going to be like us with our community or you’re going to be shunned. I will not have my boy disrespect our family like that !” You father screams at you. He takes a bag of you’re razors and throws them in the trash in front of you. Slapping you in the face on his way out. You room mate follows. “We only want the best for you. Either it’s going to be like this or you’re on your own. I will not live like this !” All because you don’t conform to the norms. All you want is an escape. Which is where I’m conflicted. Either I could give you want you or I could be cruel. But I really don’t feel that someone like yourself should be punished anymore than you already are. So I’m going to do you a favor. As one life changes so will another as you trade places with someone from afar. While you hate the Sikh live you’ve been blessed with there is someone else who would do anything to be like you.

You wake up on the bathroom floor seeing that everything is different. You’re in a different apartment and soon you’ll find a different country. You stand up and see that your hands are different. In the mirror you’re shocked to see a twink of another race. And I’ve granted your wish with no set backs. One of the few I do this for. As your wish to never shave again will be granted as this body has no body hair. You stink your tongue out and pull up your shirt seeing the tight fit body you now have.

And now your Charlie. Twink abs model wanna be shipped works at the coffee shop down the street waiting for your next break. Living in a community of mixed religions and races. A community where no one pays attentions that you are a hairless twink without a turban. A month passes abs your on Facebook only to see your original profile pop up. You click on it and your shocked. The real Charlie has really set into his new life. Becoming everything your father wanted. Bearded and turban wrapped. He definitely didn’t shave anymore now. In fact. He had made your old body look like a twin to your room mate. And it looked like your old body was only going to get hairier.

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Trying It Out

-"Are you ready?" Asked Rajandeep, Sam's Sikh best friend and roommate.

-"Yes, I'm almost ready!" Said Sam as he adjusted his hair and looked at the mirror in order to see that his shirt and jeans were in perfect condition.

-"Hey Raj do I look good?" Asked Sam as he opened the bathroom door and pointed at what he was wearing.

Raj who was seating at his desk on his laptop looked back at Sam and observed his clothes.

-"You look okay Sam" Said Raj with a reassuring tone.

-"Are you sure? I'm worried that I'm wearing something very casual and not appropriate" Said Sam with worry in his voice.

-"Sam you look great, why are you so worried? We are just going out to eat something with my parents at their house" Said Raj.

-"I know, it's just that I want to cause a good impression in them" Said Sam as adjusted his belt.

-"Sam, I promise you my parents aren't that demanding" Said Raj as he got up from his seat.

-"Are you sure?" Asked Sam.

-"Yes, and you are forgetting the point, whatever my parents think about you doesn't matter at all, you've already caused a good impression on me and that's all that matters" Said Raj now standing directly in front of Sam.

-"Do you really believe that?" Asked Sam.

-"But of course, when I started this semester I thought I would be completely alone as this college didn't have any other Sikh students or faculty but when I met you the first night in this dorm and you happily introduced yourself without any fear or prejudice believe me when I say that I knew you and me were going to be great friends" Said Raj with a smile as he playfully punched Sam in the shoulder with his muscled arm.

-"Aw, thanks man, I was also asking you if I look good because if I'm sincere you have a great sense of fashion" Said Sam as he passed one of his hands in the area where Raj had punched him.

-"Yeah well when you have a colorful turban in your head at all times it's useful that whatever you wear matches with it" Said Raj.

-"What turban do you think would match my clothes?" Asked Sam with curiosity.

Raj moved away from Sam towards his closet, as he opened the door he retrieved a small box that was filled to the brim with a huge variety of colorful turbans.

-"Maybe this pink one, it matches with your shirt" Said Raj as he hold the turban in the air and compared its color to what Sam was wearing.

-"Do you think I could wear it, just to see how it looks on me?" Asked Sam in a low voice.

For a moment the whole room was filled with silence as nor Sam or Raj said a word.

-"Shit I shouldn't have asked that" Said Sam as he realized what he had said.

-"No don't be embarrassed, it's just that it's a religious thing and I don't think it's appropriate..." Said Raj.

-"I'm sorry thought" Said Sam as he sat down in his bed.

Raj looked down at the pink turban and then back at Sam.

-"Well if you really want to try it out I don't see something wrong with it" Said Raj as he stored the box filled with turbans in his closet and retrieved the necessary tools to put on a turban on Sam's head.

-"Are you sure?" Asked Sam

-"Yeah I mean what is the worst that could happen" Said Raj as he closed his closet and walked towards Sam.

-"Do I need to do something with my hair before you put the turban on my head?" Asked Sam with curiosity.

Raj looked at Sam's hair and immediately noticed a problem.

-"It's going to be hard to put it on as you don't have a lot of hair in your head" Said Raj as he tried to think about how to resolve the problem but before he could do so he remembered that he also forgot something else.

-"Wait here a second, I forgot to get a patka" Said Raj as he walked to his closet.

-"What is a patka?" Asked Sam.

-"It's a small layer of cloth that you put over your hair, in the majority of scenarios it's optional but I use it constantly" Said Raj as he grabbed a large black cloth from the closet.

-"Another question, why is it important that you have long hair?" Asked Sam.

-"Well it's one of the principles of Sikhism, the idea is that by not cutting your hair and letting it grow naturally you are respecting God's creation" Said Raj as he closed the closet door.

-"Oh" Said Sam as the brown hair on top of his head started to grow and grow until it reached below his shoulders.

-"But you don't have to worry about that, some Sikhs actually cut their hair because of many reasons, at this point in time it's an optional thing" Said Raj as he turned around towards Sam.

-"Is something wrong?" Asked Sam as he noticed the weird way Raj was looking at him.

-"No it's just that I thought you had short hair" Raj pointed out.

Sam looked down at himself and noticed that his hair was extremely large, at first this was weird to him but he suddenly remembered that he had always had long hair as he didn't really like cutting it.

-"Um... I think this is how it has been since forever" Said Sam with full confidence in his statement.

-"If you say so" Said Raj as he approached Sam again.

-"Hey does the hair thing apply to the rest of the body as well?" Asked Sam as Raj placed himself in front of him.

-"It also varies, for example, I shave my body but other Sikhs prefer to leave it as it is" Said Raj as he placed all of his utensils next to Sam on the bed, Once Raj had done that he grabbed Sam's hair with both hands and started to pull it upwards to the top of his head.

While Raj was doing that Sam's previously hairless body became covered in a thick coat of black hairs, this included Sam's face but the hair in that area didn't grow as much as in the rest of his body.

-"Hey man I thought you shaved this morning" Said Raj as he noticed that Sam now had a five o'clock shadow.

Sam touched his cheeks and chin and was momentarily startled by the tickling sensation the hairs produced in his skin as he touched them.

-"I do remember shaving this morning, maybe my hair is just growing a little faster than usual" Said Sam as he internally shrugged the whole situation.

Raj continued doing his thing on Sam's hair despite his worries that something was weird and out of place, after he had pulled all of the hair together he started twisting it, once that was done Raj proceeded to twist the already twisted rope of hair into itself.

-"Now it's time for the patka" Though Raj as he grabbed the square-shaped black cloth and placed it on top of Sam's head after that was done Raj then tied the cloth around Sam's compressed hair.

-"The patka is now officially done" Said Raj as he moved back from Sam and made him walk towards the bathroom mirror.

-"Wow this looks strange, but in a good way" Said Sam as he looked at the weird thing on top of his head, while Sam continued looking at the patka Raj noticed that Sam seemed to be much taller than before.

-"Hey Sam can you stand here next to me for a moment?" Asked Raj.

-"Sure" Said Sam as he moved away from the mirror and positioned himself next to Raj.

-"Is it me or are we almost the same height? Asked Raj as he compared his height with Sam's.

-"Last time I checked I'm around six feet two" Said Sam.

-"That doesn't seem right" Said Raj as he continued looking at Sam.

-"What are you talking about Raj, I've always been a little smaller than you but taller than the average guy" Said Sam

-"Sorry Sam, maybe my mind is just playing tricks with me, go back to the bed so that I can put your turban on" Said Raj as he dismissed the weird height situation.

-"Okay" Said Sam as he walked towards the bed, what he and Raj couldn't see was that the hair on top of Sam's head which was covered by the patka changed in color from brown to black.

-"Let's get this over with" Said Sam as he sat down in the bed.

Raj moved closer to Sam and grabbed the pink turban from the bed, after much delay Raj started wrapping it around Sam's patka.

-"Hey Raj I wanted to ask you something" Said Sam as the folds of the turban were neatly wrapped around his head.

-"Ask away" Said Raj as he concentrated on his wrapping technic

-"When do you start going to the gym again? I miss our weekly exercise routines and going to the gym alone is no fun" Said Sam.

-"Umm....well this week I've had a few finals so I'm planning on starting next week when I'm free" Said Raj as his mind debated if he had ever gone to the gym with Sam.

-"Great!" Said Sam in a chipper tone as his whole body started bulking up, his legs now sported large quadriceps, hamstrings, and calves, in Sam's torso a beautifully crafted six pack formed and in his chest, two boulders of muscle ballooned out of the previously flat surface, in Sam's noodle arms two large and juicy biceps formed and while that happened his forearms also grew more muscle.

-"I'm almost done buddy" Said Raj.

-"Okay, take your time" Said Sam with strain in his voice as his new muscles were about to explode out of his smaller clothes, this embarrassing situation was rapidly avoided as Sam's clothes miraculously adapted to his new musculature by growing a few sizes.

-"There, I think I did a great job of I do say so myself" Said Raj as he moved away and crossed his hands while a smile was displayed on his face.

-"Well I'll be the judge of that" Said Sam as he got up from the bed and yet again looked at himself in the bathroom mirror.

-Wow Raj you really did a good job, thanks for the help, normally I'm good at doing this myself but for some reason, I felt a little clunky today" Said Sam.

-"Wait what do you mean about doing this myself?" Asked Raj as he moved closer to Sam.

-"My turban dummy" Said Sam.

-"But Sam you've never used a turban before, I borrowed you mine and put it in your head because you were curious" Said Raj in a worried tone.

-"How can that be, I'm a Sikh just like you Raj, I've always worn a turban" Said Sam.

-"That can't be true Sam you aren't a Sikh, last time I checked you were agnostic" Said Raj as he tried to rationalize the whole situation.

-"Raj, I was born in Punjab to two Sikh parents, I really don't know what makes you think I'm not a Sikh and a devoted one at that" Said Sam as he turned around to look at Raj.

-"But you were born here in Maine" Said Raj as he looked at Sam's face.

Sam's previously white complexion was now a rich brown, his eyes which were previously green were also now a deep brown, his five o'clock shadow had transformed into a lush and healthy beard, he even had a stylized mustache just like Raj's, to add to the mystery Sam's Caucasian features were now replaced by Punjabi/Indian ones.

-"How can you say that Raj? I'm proud to have been born in Punjab just like you" Said Sam with a very noticeable Punjabi influence to his accent.

-"Sam this just isn't true, I knew I shouldn't have offered you a turban" Said Raj as his mind started to go crazy.

-"Firstly, who the hell is Sam, my name is Sabjeet, and secondly, did you hit your head today or something?" Asked Sabjeet a little worried about his friend's apparent confusion.

When Raj heard the name Sabjeet a flood of memories entered his mind, ever since he immigrated from Punjab in India to Maine he felt alone so imagine his happiness when he met Sabjeet, his roommate for the next five years and the only other Sikh guy in College, ever since then they had been inseparable and had gathered the attention of the rest of the school as the handsome forbidden fruits from India.

-"I'm sorry Sab, today I've been feeling a little weird, how could I've forgotten who you are when we've shared the same room for the past six months" Said Raj now relieved as everything seemed to be in order.

-"I completely understand Raj, maybe your just a little bit stressed because of your finals and that affected you in some way" Said Sab as he now stood in front of Raj.

-"Yeah your right" Said Raj as his phone suddenly started to ring.

-"Shit that must be my mom" Said Raj as he accepted the call.

- "ਰਾਜਨਦੀਪ, ਤੁਸੀਂ ਕਿੱਥੇ ਹੋ? ਖਾਣਾ ਪਹਿਲਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਤਿਆਰ ਹੈ" (Rajandeep, where are you? The food is already ready) Said Raj's mother with anger/worry in her voice.

- "ਅਫਸੋਸ ਮੰਮੀ, ਅਸੀਂ ਬੱਸ ਉਥੇ ਹੀ ਜਾ ਰਹੇ ਸੀ" (Sorry Mom, we were just about to head over there) Said Raj.

- "ਕੀ ਸਬਜੀਤ ਤੁਹਾਡੇ ਨਾਲ ਹੈ?" (Is Sabjeet there with you?) Asked Raj's mother.

- "ਹਾਂ" (Yes) Said Raj.

- "ਉਸਨੂੰ ਦੱਸੋ ਮੈਂ ਕੁਝ ਮੁਰਗੀ ਦਾ ਟਿੱਕਾ ਬਣਾਇਆ" (Tell him I made some chicken tikka) Said Raj's mother.

- "ਠੀਕ ਹੈ ਮੰਮੀ ਮੈਂ ਉਸਨੂੰ ਦੱਸਾਂਗਾ, ਮੈਂ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਲਗਭਗ ਵੀਹ ਮਿੰਟਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਮਿਲਾਂਗਾ, ਬਾਈ" (Okay mom I'll tell him, I'll see you in around twenty minutes, bye) Said Raj as he hung up the call.

-"What did she say?" Asked Sab.

-"That the food is ready and that she made some chicken tikka" Said Raj.

-"Wow, let's get going then, it's been a long time since I've eaten one of those" Said Sab with a smile as he remembers Punjab, his forever home.

-"I agree, let's go" Said Raj as he opened the dorm room's main door, once Raj and Sab were at the other side they closed the door and started running through the desolate hallways in order to arrive at Raj's parent's house before the food became cold.

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This story was loosely inspired by a CYOC set of stories, hope you guys like it 😁.

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