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Photo Shoot - Two

The address Andy sent was a weird warehouse on the edge of town. I had walked past it a thousand times heading places but never really stopped to take it in. It was dark now, late and hard to see the entrance at the side of the warehouse. A small bit of paper was taped to it, pulling it close to my face I was just able to make out.'Inside and up the stairs' I entered, hearing the door creak as it shut behind me. The place seemed abandoned but the lights were on. Andy was nowhere in sight. The place was empty except for one staircase that lead to a small office on the second floor. I grabbed the handrail and walked towards it. Strangely, I didn't feel any anxiety or fear like I did in my place. Something just felt right. The door to the office was open and revealed a desk and chair in the centre of it. On top of the desk was a large black box...the same material as the message....the attachment...the. I shook my head, something felt weird. I walked over to the box, lifting the lid...it was a pair of tall black boots. The same that I was wearing the other night...wait...was I? I lifted the right boot, feeling the leather on my skin. Skin...Skin...Brotherhood...Pride. I looked inside the boot...into the sole. It was like a dark chasm, pulling me in. I kicked off my Converse's...feeling my socked feet hit the cold floor. 'I...' My voice felt coarse, not my own. 'I....need' I feel onto the floor backwards, my arse taking the full impact. The boot was still in my hand...staring at me. I bent over, lifting my foot, placing it inside. The leather was now slowly surrounding my socked foot, the warmth and tightness getting closer and closer. I pulled back my jeans, making sure they didn't interrupt the boot hitting my skin. It felt amazing, it felt right. My head became foggy again as I looked down and saw both boots were now on my feet, laced up tight. 'What the?' My voice was now very different, a weird accent like a northern dialect coming out. My jeans were gone and replaced by a pair of tighter jeans that seemed to be bleached in places. I ran my left arm down the side of the boot, feeling the leather send chills down my spine. My left arm was now covered in complete black ink like before. It was a tattoo...I fucking loved tattoos, that's why I kept getting them after people told me to stop. Fuck them mate. Gotta show my pride...BZZZZThis fucking phone mate 'Come downstairs, its time to start' That twat Andy again, always wants me for his shoots. Then again it's a quick buck, money for more tattoos and metal. I felt weird, like I was watching a movie, my legs moving by themselves. This wasn't me, wasn't my words, my tongue but I couldn't help but go along with it. I opened the office door and noticed Brian and Andy standing in the middle of the warehouse. My giant boots banging on the steel as I walked autonomously towards them. Something was weird though, Brian was dressed in complete scally gear, head shaved and a diamond earring. I had never seen him before like that, he was a professional after all. 'Aight mate' He said, looking at me up and down, grabbing his dick by putting his hands down the front of his trackies. This wasn't Brian...this wasn't me.'Shut up scally prick' I bellowed in my strange accent. Andy stood in the middle of us with his camera.'Save it for the camera fuckers, you always took the piss because I could never keep a job, well now you both work for me.' He stepped back, aiming the camera at me and Brian.'Kiss!' He yelled. Like a movie, my body moved towards Brian in his scally gear. Brian leant in to kiss me but my right arm grabbed his chin and forced his lips against mine. I wanted him to feel like a bitch...my bitch. My left hand descending to the front of his trackies and grabbing his cock, squeezing it. I could see him wriggle and squirm under my control...my power. I felt amazing, I felt powerful. 'Best of both worlds lads, you as my Skinhead dom and Brian as my scally bitch' I pushed Brian back, watching him fall onto his arse. I stepped over him, lifting my boot to his chest.'Lick cunt!' I had never called anyone that in my life but now I couldn't stop myself. Brian struggled to get his tongue to the top of my boot, licking them clean. I pushed down harder, making him work for it, like the cunt he is. 'Great!' Andy said, snapping pictures as me and Brian acting out his every scene. 'Of all these quick passions of mine, hypnosis was the best I think'. I bent over, grabbing Brian by the throat, forcing him to his knees. I grabbed my cock through my bleached jeans to reveal a huge PA at the end of it.'Suck' I commanded, watching Brian suck my pierced cock, desperate to please me. 'Great work!' Andy continued to snap pictures.I ended up fucking Brian senseless in his scally gear. All he could do was moan and scream as I pounded away, Andy always there, filming. 'Now, time for storage. I have editing to do' As Andy said this I felt my muscles get heavier. My head descending towards my chest...it became hard to think..to move. 'don't bother about work on Monday lads, this is your new career and I guarantee the audience will love you. Oh, and he is all yours now' Andy said motioning towards me, through a small package. I regained some control and looked down at it. It was a metal chastity device. 'Doms make their cunts horny right?' Andy was now laughing to himself. I looked over to Brian who was now looking worried. 'See you Monday boys' The warehouse door shut, Andy leaving us alone. I looked over to Brian in his scally gear, grabbing his cock...I held the chastity device up and walked over to him slowly. This was going to be a good weekend.

Photo Shoot - One

'Look, it's just for a few hours. There will be nothing serious, I just need a model for the shoot' Andy had always been a persistent bugger. Even when we were in school he would constantly go on about the new projects he had each week and how we had to take part in them. This was just another one of his fads, stages he goes through. Last time it was wrestling, some kind of cross country thing and diving. Now it was photography and he was dead set in getting me and Brian over for a 'shoot' as he called it. I looked down at my scruffy jeans, there was no way I would be able to afford anything decent enough for a photo shoot.

'Look, Andy, I am not in the best shape nor can I afford any new gear. Can't you ask someone else?' He looked more disappointed that I could ever recall as I answered.

'It has to be your mate, please...I will provide the gear' He voice was cracking from desperation. I looked down again at my tatty converses, holes in the sides and dirt covering them.

'Fine' I replied watching him jump for joy and run off. Another fine mess I had got myself into.

I finished work, pulling my Adidas hoody over my head and heading for the door when Brian appeared from one of the offices. He looked excited, creepily so, his smile was large and almost sinister in nature.

'You got invited too?' He blared out in a confident huff.

'You mean Andy's new thing?'

'Yea, wonder how long this is going to last eh?' He replied, grabbing his leather coat from the rack next to me.

'Who knows, apparently he is providing gear'

'He said that to me too but all he took was my shoe size, weird huh?' I couldn't help but look down at Brians glossy black work shoes. I did always wonder what size he was at his feet looked huge compared to the rest of his body. I had heard from a few of his ex-partners that it was 'proportionate' but I never quested any further. He noticed me looked and smiled.

'13's mate, you know what they say about big feet?' He bounced out the door before swinging in to get the last word 'Big head'. I could hear him laughing as he walked down the street. I adjusted my hoody and followed. I never did live far from work but even a short walk felt weird today. My phone rumbled in my pocket.

'Still up for the shoot?' It was a TXT from Andy.

'Yea, what's this about you asking Brian for his shoe size?' I replied, taking my hoody off and grabbing a beer from the fridge.

'Just for the gear, need to get it ready. Speaking of which, what's yours?' I looked at the phone, whatever he was planning was freaky as hell but oh well, in for a penny and all that.

'10's, although 10.5's to feel comfortable' I wasn't really a 10.5 but anything to grab from light back from Brians huge boats.

'Ha Ha, fine. I will have the gear here for Friday. You free all weekend?' What a weird question. I thought it was just a shoot, not a full weekend thing. I looked around my room, seeing dirty clothes and boxes around, maybe a few days with the guys would be good.

'Yea mate, be there for 8?'

'Perfect' The reply was almost instant 'Oh and watch this, its part of the project and let me know what you think'

An image message appeared on my screen, asking me to download it. I had known Andy for years, it wasn't like he was sending a virus or anything, must have been to do with all this shit he was getting us into. I tapped the screen and watched a loading bar appear, as soon as it was finished the screen on my phone went black. Well, I think it was black, there seemed to be some texture to it, like boot leather. I turned the phone side to side, it was definitely some kind of 3D image. I tapped it again, maybe the thing he sent bricked my phone? That's when a word appeared in bright white light that took me by surprise, dropping the phone instantly.

'BROTHERHOOD'

My hands instinctively went for my eyes as I started rubbing them. The room around me started to get hazy, that light must have been bright enough to almost blind me! Fucking Andy! I bent over to grab my phone but something caught my eye. My shoes...they were black. I swear my converses were blue. My head started to feel funny as my vision blurred again, my feet were covered by a black leather material in the shape of a boot. I had never worn boots in my life, this had to be a joke right? I started wriggling my toes, they felt confined, tight in the boots...they were definitely real. I grabbed for my phone again, watching the leather material of the boots moving like the image displayed on my phone did a few moments ago.

'PRIDE'

The word had changed on the screen, now brighter than before but I managed to shield my eyes, knowing what was coming...at least part of it. What the fuck did pride mean? My head started to get dizzy again, my thoughts becoming groggy. I grabbed for my beer on the side, maybe it was out of date or something...my arm...I never had tattoos before. Spider webs, crosses and other images covered the length of my arms. I started to freak out, dropping my beer and watching it crash against the floor. I tried to grab my right arm with my left to find it was also covered in a continuous, solid black ink that stretched its entire length. It looked it must have taken weeks to ink all that.

'What the...' My voice felt different, sounded different. 'Hey....what?...how?' It was like I was experimenting with words for the first time. Then a major thirst hit me, I needed another beer. It was all I could think about, my throat became dry, hoarse like I had been shouting for hours. I stood up, feeling much taller in these boots. I started to lift my right leg, feeling the weight of the boot pulling it back towards the ground. This couldn't be real...could it? I grabbed another beer, drinking it as fast as I could. I felt the cold liquid hit my throat, feeling refreshing and amazing. I lifted the glass back only to hear a weird 'ting' sound. Like metal on glass. Again, with instinct, I reached for my lip with my hand...there was a lip piercing descending from my mouth. I had never had a piercing before! I didn't even like the look of them.

BZZZZZZ

My phone went off again, I must have left it between the cushions of the sofa. Walking back I started to feel stronger, my anxiety lifting...I was coming to accept this, it felt amazing. I never felt so free, the ability to do what I want, to say what I want.

'RELAX'

The screen flashed white making me fall back onto the sofa again, back to my original position. My head felt like it had been put through a wood chipper as I lifted my phone again, seeing the same text message as before but with an error message, 'Video message failed to send' Huh, that thing Andy wanted to send must of failed?

I sipped my beer, kicking off my converses...thinking something was wrong. My throat felt hoarse and dry and my work shirt was a little scruffy like I had been running around. I couldn't help but look at my arms....it was like I expect to see tattoos or something but I knew I would never settle for that shit. Never had a piercing or tatt in my life and never would. I put the phone down and switched on the telly. What a weird day.

'Hey' Brian was walking into the office with his usual swagger, throwing his leather jacket over the rack. 'So I heard weird shouting last night, were you watching a world war 2 documentary or something?' I looked at him weird.

'Of course not, just the same shit I always do' I felt my throat as it was still sore from last night.

'You throat sounds like you were' He replied, grabbing his cup from the side

'Just a cold or something, why you ask about the shouting?'

'Just some racist shit being yelled from downstairs, might have been from that weirdo below you' I nodded as Brian walked into his office. I didn't remember hearing anything like that last night...maybe this cold thing got me that tired or something.

I continued with my work until lunch when Brian emerged from his office again, this time wear some Nike TN's. They looked amazing on his huge feet but he was always a professional in the office, plus he hated us wearing anything casual.

'What's with the footwear?' I asked, laughing as he bounded to the door.

'I don't know, someone delivered them yesterday and I just...you know, felt like I needed to wear them.' I had never seen Brian act so unsure of himself. 'I just need to head off, tell you what, have the rest of the day off and get ready for that shoot with Andy later yea?' I had forgotten it was Friday already. I nodded as he ran outside. What a strange reaction?. I grabbed for my phone, I had to get out of this photoshoot, something was making me really nervous about it for some reason...like I was feeling lost...or I was about to be lost. I looked over Andy's message and failed attachment from last night. I thought of a million and one excuses to get out of tonight but my fingers just wouldn't type anything.

'Shit' I put the phone back into my pocket and grabbed my hoody, heading home.

I sat on my sofa, staring at my phone's clock as it counted closer to the time I would have to leave. A feeling was growing inside, like a dark pit of anxiety or something. It was like I was fighting to keep myself here, sitting in this room.

BZZZ

'Ready?' The phone flashed showing Andy's message. I jumped to my feet and grabbed my Converse's. The pit in my stomach grew but I couldn't stop myself from grabbing my hoody and walking out the front door, heading to Andy.

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The End Is Nigh

‘Shit, I have to get to him before all the blogs goes away, he has to reverse this’  It was of course too late to save Tim. He had wished to be changed into his chav self, like many others before him. It started with a fascination of the latest sneaks, then moved onto tracksuits and other chav gear. He became so desperate he strolled through the net to find something, anything that could make his dream a goal. 

It didn’t take him long, my stories broke into his fragile mind, filling his vague dreams with the hope of reality. It started slow, he bought a pair of those sneaks, showed me the photos to prove it. A few files later and he found it so hard to take those sneaks off, they had become a part of him. It was my gate into real change. 

Now a few months later he waits at a train station, afraid that when this Tumblr apocalypse hits he will be stuck like this forever. He is right to be afraid but not because he won't be able to find me. It was because even if he did, the change was permanent and he got exactly what he wanted. It wasn’t my fault he couldn’t hold down an office job anymore or even if his old friends turned away from him. I guess he will just have to find solace in his new life and make those new friends I picked out for him all those months ago. Life as a chav if only he was more careful of what he wished for.

So Tumblr will more than likely delete this blog when the changes hit. As such I will still be posting new content on my Patreon page. As Tumblr will be going I will be releasing all single stories for free on my Patreon page, no need to support unless you want to or have access to the multi-part stories. Just follow the page and enjoy.

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I would like to thank everyone that has messaged and helped me over the years. I might not have got round to transforming you all but I did my best with the time I had. Just remember, nothing is impossible. If you want to change, do it, don't be afraid. Somethings madness just needs a little....push. 

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Sincerely

Your friendly neighbourhood Skin Boss

Steve

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