He was on the basketball team and we'd play for fun often. Even though I wasn't very coordinated, I could keep up with him and block his strategies. He always tried to get me to join the team with him to spend more time together, but I always turned him down. I was too insecure about my skills, and I was afraid of sharing a locker room with him. I'm sure he knows I have at least some feelings for him, but I don't want him to have obvious proof, or anyone else to know about it.
Recently he's been growing away from me. He got caught at my place by his parents a few months ago and it seems like they've been controlling his free time a lot more closely. He focused on going to practice and avoiding me at school. It hurts to think we're not as close anymore, so today I went to his basketball practice to cheer him on. He flashed me a smile at a break when he saw me up there, and I waved him up to sit next to me. He was shirtless and out of breath. I did my best to keep my blush under control.
"Hey man, what's up?" he says as we fistbump.
"Well, I haven't seen you much recently so I thought I'd hang around practice and see if you could hang out," I said.
"I dunno if I can man, you know, I've been pretty busy..." he says. He's trying to brush my offer off, but I see in his eyes he's sad.
"Jason, what's going on, man?" I ask. "Is this something to do with your parents not liking me anymore? They don't have to know that we're hanging out."
"Kev, it's not just that though," Jason says. "They think you're gay and that I'll become gay if I stay around you."
"That's stupid," I said. "you don't become gay, you either are or you aren't. If you aren't gay there's no problem with you staying around me."
"Kev, please," Jason says, slightly exasperated. "My parents are not going to let the two of us be friends, it's that simple."
"Because I'm gay and you're straight, right?" I said, getting upset with the situation.
"Because you have feelings for me," Jason says. "and I-"
"Wilson, get your ass back on the court!" the coach tells up at Jason.

"Be right there, coach!" Jason yells back before turning back to me. "My mom's going to be here to pick me up soon, she won't be happy if she sees you."
"Don't worry. I'm leaving anyways." I say as I storm off the bleachers. Jason calls after me a couple of times before running back on the field. I hoped he would run after me and say something, but it was clear our friendship was over with now.
I cried all the way home, and sat in my bedroom miserably. Dad knocked on my door later, probably having heard my sobbing.
"Hey bud, whenever you're ready to eat, dinner's in the oven staying warm," he says through the door. I didn't have the strength to reply, so after a few moments of silence he continued talking. "I'm heading off for my new night job. I'll lock up the house. I'll be back in the morning. Night kiddo."
I heard him leave the house and start his truck up, the rumbling gradually fading as he went down the street. I sat there for awhile as the light outside began to die out. As much as it had always pained me to know that a relationship with Jason would never work out, it hurt so much more knowing we couldn't even be together as friends.

As we continued making out I began to feel a bit faint, I thought it was my mind was trying to process all of this, but I also felt like I was moving. After a few more minutes I fell unconscious.
I woke up a short time later, my vision was a bit blurry in the dark room. next to me I realized there was another person on the floor next to me, probably Jason. He seemed to be asleep so I nuzzled my face next to him. I took in a deep whiff as my face rubbed against his hair. Wait. That's odd. He smells like my floral body wash. And his hair felt really dry and stringy...
I got up from the ground to go find the light and I felt like something was wrong with the room. Everything seemed taller. I was worried that I hit my head too hard when I hit the ground. I went over to the light switch and turned on the living room light only to see the last thing I ever expected.
Myself laying on the ground unconscious.
I looked myself over to find that I was wearing what Jason was wearing when he came over. My arms looked like his, my face was free of acne like his, I had his hair, his abs, his bubble butt. I began to freak out a bit and I went over to Jason and shook him a bit.
"Mmmmmn," he groaned in my voice as he began to come to. "What happened? Wait, why do I sound like..."
"Jason, we switched bodies!" I yelled suddenly in Jason's voice, beginning to really freak out. Jason's new head snapped up to look at me and it hung open for awhile before he finally began to feel up and down his new body. It took awhile for us to process this as we sat on the couch in silence.

"What the hell happened?" Jason says with my voice. "The last thing I remember we were making out and our dicks were-"
He went silent and began to blush a bit.
"I can't believe I finally kissed you," he said, a grin had began to creep over his face. "I've wanted to for so long."
"So that's why your parents were so hard on you? They found out you were gay?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. "they looked up my internet history when I left my computer on one day. Then they found me at your house when I was supposed to be at my study session..."
"No wonder they were trying to keep me away from you," I said. "They wanted you to be straight for them."
"But I couldn't do it. I was miserable staying away from you Kev," Jason says looking at me forlornly. It was strange seeing him in my body but for some reason I was also aroused by this.
"So what do we do about this?" Jason says, pointing at his body.
"Well, kissing switched us the first time, maybe we need to do it again?" I suggested. Jason shrugged but seemed hesitant to initiate the kiss again. This time I was ready though, and I leaned over-top of him and began to kiss him, his lips surrendering to me. We made out for awhile before gasping for breath, but the feeling didn't come back. We were both painfully hard from all of this attention though.

"Shit, this can't be happening," Jason says.
"It'll be fine," I said. "We'll make this work."
"I don't mean that," Jason says his eyes tearing up. "You'll have to deal with my parents now instead of me. I don't want you to go through that."
"Jason, it'll be fine," I said holding his slightly pock-marked face in my hands. "I love you, and if I have to I'll deal with your parents to be with you. I promise."
I kissed him again, but before we could make out his stomach rumbled loudly.
"Oh right I was going to eat when you came over," I said. "Food's in the kitchen."
"Thanks," he said going out to the kitchen. He looked at the clock on the microwave while out there and hissed a few expletives to himself.
"Kev, you gotta get home before my parents realize I'm gone," he said to me. "You know my schedule for tomorrow, right?"
"No, I only hang out with you everyday and share a locker with you. I totally don't know your schedule, man," I say a bit sarcastically. "You have practice after school, right?"
"Don't you mean you have practice after school?" Jason said returning the sarcasm.
"Alright smartass," I said as I leave. "I'll see you after practice then, Kev."
"Right, see you then, Jason." he said.
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For the next week we kept up the charade as best we could. The team didn't seem to notice anything too strange about me, though our game on Friday confused the opposing team when I started using my own strategy instead of what Jason did. I think they planned everything around Jason being the hard-headed direct force.he usually is. I had to deal with his family, which was trying, but I was pulling through. Jason would meet me after practice and we'd make out for a few minutes before we spotted his mom driving up. One day though she caught us and dragged me off to the house.
That night was miserable, full of screaming and yelling. His dad pushed me over a few times whenever I tried to stand up to leave the room. I withstood it though. For Jason.
The next day practice went on a bit longer than usual and I didn't see Jason anywhere. I wanted to just talk to him to feel a bit better but it seemed he couldn't make it for some reason. I sat on the bench on the side of the practice court, feeling a bit down and miserable when I heard my voice call out from behind me.
"Hey Wilson, break's almost over. We should get back on the court." Jason called out.
I turned to see Jason decked out in a new school basketball uniform.
"Wha-" I started to ask.
"I decided to join the team," Jason says. "Dad thought it'd be a good way to hang out. He's here right now."
"That's right," Dad said as he appeared next to us. I turned to look up at him, and he was staring straight at me. "Son, you should have told me what happened. Jason came home in your body yesterday and spilled the beans, worried something would happen to you."

"I didn't know if you'd believe me, dad," I said with a small smile. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, bud," he said. "You know I care about both of you, which is why I'm going to talk to Jason's parents about their abusive relationship with Jason. Maybe we can work out a deal."
That night Dad sat down with Jason's parents and threatened to call CPS on them. They decided Jason wasn't worth the hassle and agreed to relinquish custody of me over to my dad. We packed everything they would let me take that night in the back of dad's truck and I moved in. Dad set the ground rules in the house, mainly being no sex, and worked hard to provide for both of us. After a few rocky months we both got summer jobs to support our new family, and eventually we could afford a second car that me and Jason could share. When school started the next year, we were seniors. Jason's face cleared up and he was gaining muscle from being on the team and his job. The school knew we were a couple and didn't make a big deal of it. We often hung around in the locker room until everyone else left for some alone time fun. Hey, if dad didn't let us do it in the house, we had to find another place for it.