The more you look at the shoes the more you need them. The more you want to wear them on your bare feet, no socks necessary. You need to get them nice and musky, you never had a shoe fetish before but damn you want them so fuckin bad. You wanna skate in them, wait your not a skater. Yeah you are and you gotta break in those new Osiris!

Bryan had made a wish to fit in. He lived in a small shore town in Florida and almost everyone his age was a surfer. Being a gamer and a Star Trek fan he didn’t exactly meet anyone with similar interests. Just a bunch of dumb, chilled out surfers who loved getting high. He didn’t hate them or judge them for that, in fact he envied them and wished he could let go of his worries long enough to get high and surfer. If he tried he would get worried about brain damage from weed, or being drowned by a big wave.

So one night when he saw a shooting star he wished he could fit in around here. The next day he woke up and his computer was gone. His Star Trek posters where replaced with surfer posters of hot guys and girls. With that thought he realized he was bi now. His hair was brown and long, his body slightly tanned and had lean muscle. He was sleeping shirtless which is something he’d never do. The room was slightly messy and he saw there were a few surf boards on the walls. He also saw a lava lamp on his bedside table and a bong on the floor. He suddenly felt dumber and grinned as new memories filled his head. He lit up the bong and sucked on it for a little. Laughing as he watched his lava lamp.

Shit how much time passed? He had to go meet up with his bra at the beach! He changed out of his boxers and into his board shorts, grabbed a surfboard and headed out

I don’t know what the fuck happened. All I know is this guy who called himself coach walked up to me and gave me some injection, said something about stages, I don’t remember. But then I started jacking off more and now I got these fucking hot muscles even though I don’t remember workin’ out or nothin’. My talking is getting dumber sounding and I just wanna take more pics of my hot bod. Each time with less clothes on. I ain’t gonna take one naked, fuck no that’d be weird. But maybe showing off my abs and pecs is fine…

Dylan (his future self on the right) hated the idea of working on his uncles construction crew as a summer job. Most of the guys where either old men of the trade who’ve been doing it for years, or guys his age but who were dumb ass drop outs who can’t do any other good paying job. He wasn’t the best student but he was better than a drop out, he got straight Bs at least, sometimes an A or two. But his mom insisted that it would “build character” and saying that his uncle was shorthanded lately and that needed a few strong young guys on the crew, even as temp help.

So here he was. But his uncle was also so dumb. He would drink beer the whole time and burp loudly and shout in almost redneck like slang. What Dylan didn’t know was at night his uncle was playing some CD hypnosis tracks a buddy of his made specifically for his nephew to be more helpful. He subtly started working out more using his uncles equipment and got strong and dumber. He loved helping his uncle out and might take over the business someday since his uncle had no sons. And Dylan remembered that he struggled so much in high school, why not just quite and join the crew full time.
Fuck yeah this was gonna be the best summer!

He had been a honors program student with a high GPA of 4.0 when his roommate had joined the frat. A couple weeks later his roommate insisted that he go out on a boating trip with “me and the bros” and even with midterms coming up he felt the urge to go. He did and this is him after they got a few beers in him. His roommate, now his “big bro” is helping him in this drunk state by giving him the suggestions to fuck school and join the frat, he looks like his willing to agree