2 Masc, 2 Muscular

[feminization, twinkification]

[A gay bodybuilding couple find themselves enchanted into being stereotypical gay twinks]

Sam and Brian didn’t need to hire movers; they were each the size of two average men squashed together. They were the guys others asked to help them move, often, because of their burly size and strength. Both standing well over six feet, with shoulders broad enough to fill doorways and muscles that strained against their shirts, they were the very definition of "beefy." Their beards were thick–Sam’s matching his blonde mane while Brian’s was the same deep brown of his tightly cropped hair–their voices deep, and their hands, calloused from years of manual labor, matched their overall rugged appearances.

It had been love at first sight when the two met, at the gym of all places. Their personal trainers, well-meaning straight men, introduced them and it was love at first sight. That was eight years ago, and the two had cobbled quite a life together.

After months of searching for the perfect apartment, they had finally found one, in a quiet, older neighborhood that suited their need for space and peace. Excitement buzzed between the two of them as they carried their furniture into the building. With ease, Sam hoisted a couch up over his shoulder while Brian lugged boxes of kitchenware like they were filled with paper.

As they hauled the last piece of furniture inside, Brian noticed a figure watching them from across the hall. A lanky man with a thin mustache and glasses that sat too far down his nose was standing in his doorway, arms crossed, a slight scowl on his face.

“Hey there,” Sam called out with a friendly nod. “We’re your new neighbors. Sam and Brian.”

The man’s frown deepened, and he hesitated before offering a curt, “Hmm.”

Brian, always the more easygoing of the two, chuckled. “Let us know if we’re too noisy while moving in. We’ll try to keep it down.”

The man didn’t respond. He just stood there for another moment, eyes narrowing as they landed on the two of them, before finally retreating into his apartment with the door closing softly behind him.

The weirdness of the encounter lingered, but the couple shrugged it off. They figured maybe the guy wasn’t fond of new people or just didn’t like loud noises. It didn’t matter to them; they were happy to finally have a place to call home.

A few days later, while they were unpacking in their living room, the same neighbor appeared again, hovering awkwardly in the hallway. This time, Sam decided to take a more direct approach.

“Hey, neighbor! You got a name?” Sam asked with his usual booming confidence.

The man’s eyes flicked between them. “Eugene,” he muttered, barely loud enough to hear.

“Nice to meet you, Eugene,” Brian said, extending his hand. “We’re the new guys on the block.”

Eugene looked at the offered hand, then back at Brian’s brawny arm, and seemed to recoil slightly. He didn’t shake Brian’s hand.

Instead, he pursed his lips and asked, “So, you guys are… y’know, a couple?”

Sam and Brian exchanged glances, instantly picking up on the tension. Sam nodded. “Yep, that’s right. We’ve been together for eight years.”

Eugene’s face contorted as if he’d just tasted something sour. “I just don’t get it,” he said, half to himself, shaking his head.

Brian furrowed his brow. “Don’t get what?”

Eugene’s frown deepened, and he gestured vaguely at the two of them. “You two. I mean, look at you. Big, burly, masculine guys. It just… doesn’t make sense.”

Sam crossed his arms. They’d researched this neighborhood before moving in, well-known for being a diverse, liberal area. “What doesn’t make sense about it? You got a problem with us being gay?”

Eugene scoffed. “No! No, it’s not that! I’ve got plenty of gay friends. I’m just saying… you two don’t fit the bill.”

Now it was Brian’s turn to look confused. “What bill are we supposed to be fitting?”

Eugene shrugged dramatically, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You know, the whole... thing.” He waved his hand in the air in a stereotypical limp-wristed gesture. “Most of the gay men I know are… well… they’re more refined, more stylish, more—” he struggled for the right word “—flamboyant. You two look like construction workers. You should have big busty women fawning all over you.”

Brian blinked, then looked at Sam, both of them trying not to laugh.

“Oh, I see,” Sam said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re disappointed we’re not like the gays you see on TV.”

Eugene flinched at the bluntness of the statement. “I wouldn’t put it like that, but… yeah, kind of. I mean, when I think ‘gay,’ I think of a certain type. Y’know, tight clothes, skinny, talking about Broadway shows or fashion trends. Those guys are great! My favorite. Like girlfriends but, y’know, they’re guys. With great fashio sense.”

Brian burst out laughing, a deep, booming sound that made Eugene jump. “Sorry to disappoint, man, but not all of us are into that stuff.”

Sam joined in, his own laugh a gruff rumble. “Yeah, it’s pretty basic, but we’re both more into, yknow, lifting weights. Football. Not that you can’t be into that stuff AND be femme… We’re just not. But hey, we’re still really fun at brunch, if that’s what you’re into.”

Eugene looked flustered, as though his whole worldview had just been challenged. “It’s just… you don’t look gay.”

Sam’s laughter stopped, and he fixed Eugene with a serious look. “What exactly does ‘looking gay’ mean? I’m dating a man. That’s as much credibility as I need, buddy.”

Brian, who had been leaning against the doorframe, chimed in, “Yeah, gays come in all types, all valid. Some are meatheads like us, some a little more feminine, some a cool combo of the two.” The whole conversation felt a little too 90s, something the two men thought that society had left behind decades ago.

Eugene shifted uncomfortably, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I guess I’ve never thought about it like that.”

“You should,” Sam said, his voice softening just a little. “Just cuz you have gay friends doesn’t mean you can’t be homophobic.”

For the first time, Eugene looked genuinely thoughtful, as if he was processing something new. “That’s… a little harsh, I think.”

“Look, we got off on the wrong foot,” Brian said, flashing a grin. “We’re happy to expand your gay friend pool. And we’d love to meet your buddies sometime.”

There was a long silence, and then, unexpectedly, Eugene smiled—an awkward, small smile, but a smile nonetheless. “Well, welcome to the building,” he said, before shuffling back into his apartment, clearly still a bit bewildered but no longer hostile.

As the door closed behind him, Sam looked at Brian and smirked. “It’s not just the MAGA hats you gotta be careful of.”

Brian chuckled. “Yeah, but we’re educating him.” He wrapped his arms around Sam, pulling him into a warm embrace. “He’s just the neighbor. We’ll wave to him sometimes and most of the time stay out of each other’s way.”

“He better fuckin’ stay out of my way,” Sam agreed, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead.

That night, after the awkward conversation with Eugene, Sam and Brian settled into their apartment. Their strange interaction from early was still on each of their minds, but less important than the comfort of their new home. They settled in, snuggling their big bulky bodies together as they drifted off to sleep, exhausted from their hectic moving-in day.

Across the hall, Eugene stood at his window, lighting a thick, lavender candle. Its flame flickered, casting strange shadows across the walls. In his hands, he held a small, weathered book with pages that looked like they’d been turned a thousand times. He flipped through the pages, eyes narrowing as he found the incantation he wanted.

“So confident in their big useless muscles,” Eugene muttered to himself, still stewing over his earlier encounter. “Their BEARDS. Thinking they’re so manly and tough. Oh, ‘gay men come in all different types.’ HA! Not if I have anything to say about it.”

Holding the book open, he waved his hand over the flame and began to chant softly, ancient words slipping from his lips as the candle’s light glowed brighter and brighter. Outside, a gust of wind rattled the windows, and the flame shot up before snuffing out, leaving the room in silence.

Eugene grinned and closed the book. “Enjoy your beauty sleep, boys.”

---

Sam awoke to the morning light streaming in through the curtains. He blinked blearily, his mind still foggy from sleep, but something felt... off. He rubbed his eyes and shifted beneath the blankets, feeling strangely uncomfortable. 

Rolling over, he nudged Brian. “Hey, man, wake up.”

Brian groaned and sat up slowly, then froze. “What the hell—”

Sam bolted upright at the sound of Brian’s voice, which was higher and softer than usual. It took him a second to realize that his own body didn’t feel right. He looked down and gasped. 

Gone were his massive, muscular arms and chest. In their place was a slender, delicate frame. His once-bulging biceps were now thin and smooth, and his hands were smaller, with long, elegant fingers.

“Brian! What the—”

But when he turned to Brian, the sight before him made his heart race. Brian, too, was no longer the towering, beefy man he’d been the night before. He was now smaller, thinner, with narrow shoulders and a lithe build. His face, once rugged with a thick beard, was clean-shaven, his jawline soft and delicate. He looked almost... pretty.

“Sam, what the hell happened to us?” Brian squeaked, his voice tinged with panic.

Sam scrambled out of bed, only to realize that his legs—formerly thick with muscle—were now thin and shapely. He stumbled as he tried to find his balance, feeling suddenly awkward in his own skin. His whole body felt lighter, smaller. As he moved, he noticed a certain gracefulness to his steps, an unintentional sway to his hips that made him even more uneasy.

“I-I don’t know!” Sam stammered, his voice also unnervingly high. “How did we—”

Brian interrupted him, catching a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror across the room. “Oh my God,” he gasped, his hands flying to his face. “Look at us! We’re... we’re twinks!”

Sam rushed over to the mirror, standing beside Brian. The sight that greeted them was surreal. Instead of two large, muscular bears, the reflection showed two slender, youthful men, each with soft features and not a hair out of place.

Brian touched his now bare, smooth chest. “What happened to my hair? I… I have no muscles…”

Sam lifted his arm, flexing it, only to see a weak, skinny limb instead of the bulging bicep he was used to. “Oh, no. No, no, no. This is not happening.”

Brian stepped back from the mirror, eyes wide, and looked Sam up and down. “Dude, you’re... tiny.”

Sam glared. “So are you!”

They stared at each other in stunned silence, their new bodies not the only thing out of place. As they stood there, fidgeting and trying to make sense of it all, they noticed something else. Their gestures, the way they moved—it was different. More exaggerated, more... flamboyant.

Brian ran his fingers through his now perfectly styled hair, letting out a melodramatic sigh. “I mean, can we talk about how tragic this is? Like, who even did this? Ugh, I can’t.”

Sam’s eyes widened at Brian’s sudden shift in tone. “Did you just say ‘tragic’?”

Brian blinked, his eyes fluttering. “Oh my God, I did.”

Sam put a hand on his hip, trying to steady himself, but the pose felt weirdly natural. “This is so messed up,” he said, shaking his head. “And, like, what’s with my voice? It hasn’t been this high-pitched since… ever!”

Brian threw his hands in the air, his movements more theatrical than usual. “Sam, I don’t know, but we need to figure this out, because I am not spending the rest of my life prancing around like some kind of... of... twink!”

Sam flinched at Brian’s tone but then realized he was standing with one leg slightly cocked, arms crossed over his chest in a very particular manner. “Why am I standing like this?” he exclaimed, trying to force his posture back to its usual confident stance.

Brian, in a full-on panic now, flounced over to the wardrobe and started rifling through clothes. “Okay, okay, we’ll fix this. Can we, like rule out that it’s all a dream? I don’t know, but I need to feel better about myself, and right now, none of this is working for me.” He pulled out a tight-fitting shirt and a pair of skinny jeans, holding them up appraisingly. “This will, like, totally work, right?”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Brian, where did those clothes come from?”

Brian froze, shirt in hand. “I—I don’t know. But it’s cute, right?”

Sam slapped his palm to his forehead, realizing the situation was worse than he thought. Their bodies been transformed, plus their mannerisms, their entire personalities, seemed to be shifting too. Every time they moved, every time they spoke, it was as though their brains were being hijacked by some kind of flamboyant, hyper-feminine force. But more than that: the world around them seemed to have shifted to accommodate this new state of being.

Sam shivered as he looked through his own side of the closet, finding his XXXL gym clothes, his size 34/34 work pants, but also petite midriffs, cutoff shorts, all sized for someone small… or rather, sized for him, the way he was now. “Are things, like… changing? Not just our bodies I mean!” he muttered, panic creeping into his voice. “What if this is permanent? What if—”

The doorbell rang, cutting off his sentence. 

They both froze. Sam's heart raced. “It’s okay. We don’t know anybody around here. We can just… tell them to go away.”

Brian rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated huff. “Unless it’s that weirdo Eugene.”

Sam glanced at Brian, fighting the urge to giggle at his exaggerated indignation. “Let’s just get this over with.”

They opened the door to see Eugene standing there, a smug look plastered on his face.

“Good morning, boys,” Eugene said sweetly. “How are we feeling today?”

Brian crossed his arms dramatically. “Why are you, like, not surprised to see us like this?”

“Let’s just say I thought you two could use a little... adjustment,” Eugene replied, clearly enjoying himself. “I mean, isn’t this more fitting? Gays didn’t fight discrimination for years to just be two straight-seeming guys who kiss! They fought to be FABULOUS… and look how fabulous you look! You’re both adorable!”

Sam glared at him, though his new body made the gesture seem less intimidating. “You can’t just change us like this! Change us back!”

Eugene shrugged. “Oh, I could, but where’s the fun in that?”

Brian groaned, exasperated. “Ugh, I simply CANNOT with this…”

Sam turned to Brian, panicking. “Brian, please stop talking like that…”

But before Brian could respond, Eugene raised his hand. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Or maybe you won’t. Either way, enjoy your new lives, boys. And invite me over for appletinis sometime!”

With that, Eugene turned on his heel and sauntered away, leaving Sam and Brian standing in the doorway, their new bodies and personalities a bizarre, frustrating mystery they would have to unravel.

“Sam,” Brian whispered, clutching his now delicate hands to his chest, “we are so screwed.”

Sam could only nod, his thoughts racing. “Yeah. We definitely are.”

Sam and Brian sat on the couch, still trying to process the surreal nightmare they’d woken up to. Sam had one leg crossed over the other, his foot bouncing gently—something he never did. He stared down at his slim arms, the soft skin where there used to be thick, powerful muscle. Brian fidgeted beside him, nervously tugging at the hem of the too-big shirt that hung off his tiny frame.

“This is insane,” Sam muttered, running a hand through his now perfectly styled hair. “I feel like I’m trapped in someone else’s body.”

Brian sighed dramatically. “Yeah, and not just any body, babe—a twink body. God, I hate this.” But as he looked at his unrecognizable partner, he felt a glimmer of something… satisfying. The way Sam looked–the smooth skin, the dainty features, the slim body… Good god, he’d never been attracted to anyone who wasn’t big and burly, but there he was, feeling a wiggle for the slender man sitting next to him.

They both tried to comfort each other, leaning in close, though even the way they moved now felt different—softer, more fluid. As Brian rested his head on Sam’s shoulder, he noticed himself batting his eyelashes in a way that sent shivers down his spine. “Ugh, why can’t I stop acting like this?” he groaned.

They sat there in uncomfortable silence for a moment before Brian suddenly sat up, an idea popping into his head. “Wait! What if we call Doug?”

Sam furrowed his brow. “Doug? I don’t think our steroid dealer is going to even recognize us right now, plus I don’t think Tren is going to help us much…”

“But wait, maybe it might!” Brian whispered, glancing at the door as though someone might overhear. “We take tren, we work out, we bulk up…”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “You think we can undo this with steroids and bodybuilding?”

Brian nodded enthusiastically. “Twink death, man! Hormones might cure all these… uh… mannerisms…” He shook his hands as if trying to rid them of their new behavior. They sat silently for a moment, no better ideas coming to mind.

Sam immediately grabbed his phone and dialed Doug’s number, fingers trembling as he heard the familiar gruff voice on the other end.

“What’s up, boys? What can I do for ya?” Doug asked in his usual casual tone.

Sam cleared his throat, trying to sound like his old self despite the higher pitch in his voice. “Hey, Doug, uh... we’ve got a bit of an emergency. Any chance you can make a house call?”

Doug chuckled. “You sick or something, bro? You sound a little off.”

Sam handed the phone to Brian, who did a worse job of masking his high-pitched voice. “Uh, just… come over! We just don’t feel that great. Nothing contagious, but it’s still us… you know, Brian and Sam. Your biggest clients!”

Doug sighed. “Uh. I’m a little stoned right now, but… I’ll Uber over. You guys better have beers or something. I’m planning on having a whole WASTE of a day today.”

“Yeah, sure,” Sam said quickly, hanging up and turning to Brian. “He’s coming. Let’s just hope he doesn’t laugh us out of the building.”

An hour later, there was a knock at the door. Sam and Brian both tensed up, knowing that Doug, the massive, brutish man who’d supplied them with their muscle-building supplements for years, was about to see them in their new, tiny, twinkish bodies.

Sam opened the door cautiously, revealing Doug’s hulking figure in the doorway. The man towered over them, his biceps straining against his shirt sleeves, and his beard thick and wild. Doug took one look at Sam and Brian and backed away.

“Uh, sorry guys… I think I have the wrong address.” Doug exclaimed, stepping back and checking the number. “I’m looking for a couple of OTHER gay guys… pretty big guys too. You guys see any meatheads moving in around here?”

Sam winced. “Doug, it’s us!”

Brian, feeling even smaller than usual in Doug’s presence, wrung his hands nervously. “We’re, uh... something happened. We just need… some gear. That’s it. We have money!” He flashed some cash.

Doug chuckled and rubbed his eyes. “Fuck, I didn’t realize I was THIS high,” he laughed. He took a moment to eye them up and down. “I guess you guys kinda look like… Sam and Brian’s tiny brothers, MAYBE.” He laughed. “But you guys are like each the size of one of those guys’ arms. This is a pretty fucked up joke, to be honest.”

“Yeah, well, now that you’re here, we just need some stuff,” Sam muttered, glancing away. “We have money. Just give us some gear. Doesn’t matter who we are.”

Doug grinned, clearly enjoying the situation. “I dunno, guys. It kinda DOES matter who you are, like… if you’re cops.” He rubbed his reddened eyes once again and then placed a hand on each of the little twink’s heads. “But then again, I don’t think the cops are letting little nuggets like YOU two on the force. Think I might be good.”

Brian rolled his eyes. “Ha ha, very funny. Just—come on, man, give us something strong.”

Doug shook his head, still smirking. “Alright, alright.” He reached into his bag and pulled out two bottles, placing them on the coffee table. “This is some heavy-duty stuff. But looking at you two now? You might wanna start with half the dose.”

Sam glared at him, even though the look had lost its intimidation factor. “We’ll be fine.”

Doug, clearly entertained by the situation, decided to drive the point home. He stepped over to Brian and effortlessly lifted him up with one hand, holding him under the arms like he was a child. Brian gasped, flailing his arms.

“Hey! Put me down!” Brian squeaked, though the sound of his voice only made Doug laugh harder.

“Man, you’re light as a feather,” Doug teased, setting him down gently. “This whole story is so nuts… I’m ALMOST high enough to believe you got all… cute and little.” He then turned to Sam and gave his slim bicep a playful squeeze. “And you’re supposed to be Sam? I remember when Sam could bench-press me. Now look at you.”

Sam pulled his arm away, frustration bubbling inside him. “Don’t worry about what we look like now. Just leave us the stuff.”

Doug finally relented, shaking his head with a grin. “Alright, alright, I’m outta here. But seriously, boys—take it slow. You’re not exactly built like the guys I usually sell to.” He paused before walking out the door, pulling out his phone to snap a pic of the two tiny twinks purchasing a heavy duty steroid cycle from them. “Can’t wait to show the guys at the gym THIS. They’re gonna lose it.”

As soon as the door closed, Sam collapsed back onto the couch, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Brian flopped down beside him, resting his head in his hands.

“This is so humiliating,” Brian muttered, his voice muffled.

Sam sighed, placing a hand on Brian’s back. “Yeah, but at least we have something to work with now. We’ll get back to where we were. It’ll just take time.”

Brian looked up, his eyes filled with doubt. “But what do we do in the meantime, Sam? And steroids won’t make us tall again! Maybe we should have gotten growth hormones…”

Sam leaned in, pulling Brian close. “Look, I know this is weird. I hate it as much as you do, but... I still love you. No matter what we look like.”

Brian blinked, surprised by the emotion in Sam’s voice. “You still love me? Even like... this?” he asked, gesturing to his small, delicate frame.

Sam nodded. “Of course I do. You’re still you. I mean, I can’t say I’m not freaked out by all this, but we’ll figure it out.”

Brian managed a small smile. “I love you too. Even if you are a little... twinkier than I’m used to.”

They both chuckled softly, though the laughter was tinged with sadness. As much as they reassured each other, both of them knew deep down that this wasn’t what they wanted. They missed their old selves—their size, their strength, the way they felt like themselves.

Brian smiled again. “I think… I think we’re changing. The longer we’re like this… the more normal it seems.”

Before Sam could respond, the doorbell rang again.

Sam groaned. “Who the hell is it now?”

When he opened the door, there stood Eugene, wearing a wicked grin.

“Hello, boys,” Eugene said sweetly, holding a neatly wrapped gift box in his hands. “I thought I’d bring you a little housewarming present. Something... appropriate.”

Brian narrowed his eyes. “What do you want?”

Eugene handed the box over with a smirk. “Oh, nothing much. Just a little something to help you feel more at home in your new bodies.”

Sam hesitated but opened the box, revealing two delicate pink robes, embroidered with their names in cursive. They were soft, feminine, and clearly intended to mock.

Despite their frustration, both Sam and Brian found themselves admiring the robes. Sam ran his fingers over the soft fabric, and Brian actually let out a small gasp of approval.

“These are... adorable,” Brian said, his voice dripping with surprise, his eyes wide as if the words had slipped out involuntarily.

Sam’s cheeks flushed, horrified at how much he liked it too. He turned to Eugene, glaring. “You think this is funny?”

Eugene’s grin widened. “Oh, I think it’s hilarious. And you? I think you love it.”

Brian bit his lip, embarrassed but unable to deny it. “I mean... it’s kinda cute,” he muttered.

Eugene laughed, the sound cold and mocking. “Enjoy, boys. I’ll be around if you ever need more... adjustments.”

With that, Eugene left, leaving Sam and Brian standing there, holding their new robes, their conflicting emotions swirling inside them. As much as they tried to fight it, they knew Eugene was right.

Their discomfort with their new forms was fading. Their memories of taking up more space, of weighing nearly 300 pounds each, were growing dim. Being small, feminine, cute… felt right. Neither could deny it.

Later that night, after Sam and Brian had gone to bed, Eugene once again stood at his window, smirking to himself as he lit another candle. The flame flickered, casting an eerie glow around him as he murmured more ancient words from his book. The spell was meant to do more than just change their bodies—it was designed to change their minds. To make them embrace what they'd become.

The candle's flame flared, casting an unnatural light before it sputtered out, leaving Eugene in the dark, satisfied and ready for the morning’s results.

When Sam woke up, he felt a strange sense of calm. A strange warmth and contentment filled him, but it was quickly overshadowed by confusion. His eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he noticed was the soft pink glow of the robe draped over his body. It felt perfect, somehow... too perfect. He stretched his arms, noticing their slimness, and though part of his mind screamed that this was wrong, his body continued to move with an ease and grace that felt disturbingly right.

He got out of bed, glancing at Brian—who was still sound asleep—and padded softly to the bathroom. His reflection greeted him, and though he saw the same dainty, slim figure from the day before, instead of feeling the usual surge of horror, he found himself smiling at the sight.

But somewhere deep inside, buried beneath layers of forced serenity, the real Sam was panicking. He tried to stop his body from smiling, to clench his fists or wipe that pleased look from his face, but nothing happened. It was like he was trapped, a passenger in his own body, forced to watch as it betrayed him.

What’s happening? he thought, desperately trying to take control. But his body ignored him. It adjusted the robe, striking a little pose in the mirror as if admiring the twinkish frame it now inhabited. His lips pursed, and a giggle escaped him—a high, light laugh that made the real Sam want to scream.

He couldn’t.

Meanwhile, in the bed, Brian stirred. He too felt that same eerie calmness, though his mind was racing. His body stretched out languidly, rolling onto its side before slowly rising to sit at the edge of the bed. He ran a hand through his now perfectly styled hair, a soft, involuntary smile playing on his lips.

No, no, no, no! This isn’t right! Brian’s thoughts screamed, but outwardly, his body continued its routine. He stood up, walking over to the mirror beside Sam, his eyes twinkling with a happiness he did not feel.

“Good morning, sweetie,” his voice cooed softly, his lips curling into an affectionate smile.

Sam turned to him, the same unnatural lightness in his tone. “Morning, babe! Did you sleep okay?”

Brian’s mind reeled. What is going on? He tried to stop himself, to force his body to act like himself, but nothing worked. His hands slid over Sam’s robe, smoothing it down in a way that was intimate and practiced, as though this was how they had always greeted each other.

“I slept so well, actually,” Brian said, his voice taking on that exaggerated, flamboyant quality. His body moved closer to Sam’s, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. 

Inside, Brian was screaming. Why can’t I stop this?

Sam was experiencing the same inner turmoil, his mind at war with the bubbly, carefree persona his body had adopted. He felt the touch of Brian’s lips, and though it made his skin crawl with how wrong it was, his body responded with a soft giggle and a flirtatious brush of his fingers along Brian’s arm.

“Let’s get breakfast, babe,” Sam said brightly, the idea of eating something light and dainty already popping into his head as if it had always been their routine.

Brian nodded, smiling that same empty smile. “Ooh, yes! Maybe we can make those cute little avocado toasts again!”

Inside, both men were horrified, but their bodies moved in sync, heading toward the kitchen as though nothing was amiss.

A couple of hours later, after they’d gone through their morning routine—one filled with far too much prancing, giggling, and dainty movements for either of their liking—there was a knock on the door. 

They both froze.

Sam felt his body perk up in excitement, even though he wanted nothing more than to hide. Brian’s lips curved into an eager smile, and he practically skipped to the door.

Standing on the other side was Eugene, his smirk as sharp and smug as ever.

“Good morning, my darling boys,” he cooed, leaning against the doorframe with a look of pure satisfaction. “And how are we feeling today?”

Sam opened the door wider, beaming at Eugene, though his real self was seething inside. “Oh, we’re just INCREDIBLE, Eugene! Everything’s just perfect!”

Brian chimed in, his voice lilting. “Yes, we’re doing great! Thank you so much for the housewarming gift! We love the robes—they’re so cute!”

Eugene’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I’m sure you do, boys. And tell me, doesn’t it feel so much easier to live like this? Isn’t it just wonderful not having to worry about all those pesky muscles and all that unnecessary... masculinity?”

Sam’s body moved on autopilot, nodding eagerly, his voice betraying him. “Oh, totally! It’s so much more comfortable.”

Brian, too, was unable to stop himself. “Yeah, it’s like, who needs to be all big and tough when you can be this cute?”

Eugene let out a low chuckle, clearly pleased with his work. “That’s what I thought. I knew you two would come around eventually. Don’t you see? You’re so much cuter this way. So much more... authentic.”

Eugene reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, scrolling through old pictures of Sam and Brian. He showed them a photo of their former selves—big, beefy, muscular, and strong. The kind of men they had always prided themselves on being.

“Remember this?” Eugene asked mockingly, holding the phone up to their faces. “This is who you used to be. But look at you now—so much more... manageable. Don’t you think?”

Sam’s body leaned in to look at the photo, and despite the real Sam’s internal screaming, his mouth said, “That can’t be us, Eugene! Those guys are so... big! Ugh! Who needs bodies that look like that?” He couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth.

Brian’s head tilted slightly as he gazed at the picture, his lips curling into a playful smile. “Yeah, we’re so much cuter than those big apes, Eugene. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were teasing us!”

Eugene laughed, patting them both on the cheek. “That’s the spirit, boys. You’re both so much more pleasant like this. Now, run along and enjoy your day, won’t you?”

He left them standing there, their bodies still humming with forced happiness and delight, though their minds were locked in a prison of confusion and frustration.