Posted Wed Oct 21, 2015 | 229 Words | Tagged story chav wrote this under the influence of alcohol not at 4pm neither so sorry

Two two lads were having a lot of fun in town in their favourite comic book shop, and had spent a ridiculous amount of money on comics and other junk during the day. On the way home, unfortunately they had to pass a fairly sketchy bit of town.

On this faithful passing, they were both gagged from the shadows by figures in a blur. The clothes had a chemical on them which caused their eyes and conscious to close down.

When they came to they were in a basement which was fairly poorly decorated and all was in the room with them was a bed, a weights machine and a fridge. They investigated the fridge and found it full of lager.

Then they noticed each other’s bodies weren’t the same. One had a tribal tattoo down one arm, and the other had various stars down his arm. They both realised how ‘grand’ they looked and cracked open a can each.

Taking off their tops and working out in a drunken influence didn’t help them notice they were dressed in tracksuits, or were talking with a lot more swearing in their voices, or had forgotten their interests of comics, or had questioned the sudden changes in their bodies.

A few hours later the drunken new recruits were allowed out for being good lads and joined the rest of the lads.