Posted Wed Nov 4, 2015 | 302 Words | Tagged story sports celeb bodyswap

I loved Steven Gerard. Shamefully I lusted after him so much. Those strong muscular thighs. That face. I’d do anything just to be him, or even just feel him for real. I’d also ended up changing who I supported based on him.

This was in the middle of the first game I could afford to go to. Well, afford was a silly word because I won the tickets from a competition and managed to get there on a megabus. Yeah, I was that dedicated to seeing him through my own eyes I went on a horrific bus for 4 hours.

It didn’t even feel real when I was sitting down in the stadium ready to see him, almost in the flesh. I was so close as well, and wow it was so much better when I could decide what to follow.

And then when it was almost finished, I started to feel light headed. I don’t know what it was. Could it have been the snacks I ate? I just was transfixed by him on the pitch. Then I felt my body collapse into it’s seat, and I just left it.

I opened my eyes to see a different angle. I was taller, and more muscular surely? Fuck, my thighs. They felt fucking great, so strong and perfect for football. What happened? I raised my arm on to my head and felt short hair, in the style of…. oh fuck. I looked at the top I was wearing. I was Steven Gerard out on the pitch.

I felt something inside of me run and simply start walking around clapping and smiling. His body still retained some reflexes, and it was easy to let it do it. I couldn’t wait to finish with the match and get to explore who I was now.