The Emo Surfers Become Suburban Preppies by kooldoggie
Summer was an awesome time for Ryder and Justin, the two formerly pale, emo skaters having found a compromise that allowed them to be sun-worshipping surfers, while still retaining their emo style and artsy vibe. True, they seemed to have ditched much of the sullen, dark angst that had marked them in their normal emo personas, but that kind of moodiness seemed unnecessary now. The boys were happy as they were, but later that summer they found themselves in a situation that would kick in another change, one that would return Justin to the preppy life, this time bringing along Ryder as well.
A few of their surfer friends had invited them to a Labor Day barbecue at the house of a fellow college boy in Santa Monica, one of those upscale pads that had a sweet pool, spa and a bunch of other amenities. Ryder and Justin arrived in their typical emo threads, which they still wore when they were off the beach: black skinny jeans, heavy-metal studded belts, skater shoes, emo-style caps worn sideways to show off their dyed bangs, the only beachy part of them in the black tank tops, slit down the sides to show off some of their sculpted pecs and ripped, tan arms with those black star tattoos running down their length. They both retained their glowing tans that made their blue and jade-green eyes pop, the sun glinting off their lip and ear piercings as they sauntered out to the backyard pool where a bevy of laughing college dudes were partying.
And as soon as the two walked into the party, they froze, feeling as out of place as two ghetto thugs at Harvard. Every guy there seemed like a sheep-like Nazi to their perceptions, not one alternative type to which they could relate. Every one looked like a preppy,clean-cut model types that might have stepped right out of a Sears catalog.
"Fuuuuck," drawled Ryder in disappointment, his cute mouth hanging open in shock, showing off his snakebite piercings and tongue stud. They had expected at least your typical hippy surfers, but those that had invited them were apparently college preps just slumming it for the day, and they too, now conformed with every other perfectly styled, hair-gelled hottie by the pool. And Ryder slid one of his black nail-polished hands through the side-slit of his shirt and rubbed at his firm pecs in frustration, agitating the silver piercings in his nipples. He could feel the need to conform striking badly. He felt the rings drop out, and they were in his hand when he brought it back out to stare at the sight with wild green eyes, watching the silver jewelry melt away into nothing. The two emo surfers looked at each other, understanding they should just get the fuck out of here and back to the beach before more damage was done. Ryder could easily have some other rings put back in his nipples at one of the many shops along the boardwalk, but if they didn't go now more radical changes would take place...
"Hey, what's up?" said a friendly voice, as a college-kid walked up to distract them, a beer in his hand, the sun glinting off his expensive Rolex. Justin's blue eyes widened under his white-dyed fringe. It was Ryan, the cute dude in the pink polo and the spiky brown hair with the bleached tips. He hadn't changed, maybe a tad more muscular from his constant gym workouts, but just as cute-as-fuck. Ryan seemed to recognize something of the 70's skaterboy he had picked up on the boardwalk in this tall, rangy emo boy in front of him, and Justin's chest itched as he recalled transforming into the perfect preppy under Ryan's influence.
"I know you, Justin, right? Hey, man, how's it been?" laughed Ryan. He caressed Justin's firm but skinny tan arm, admiring the tattoos, though there was a hint of disapproval in his eyes at such extreme body art. That's all it took for Justin. He groaned deeply, feeling the emo surfer in him beginning to slip away, the world around him spinning. Ryder, too, seemed even more agitated, taking off his emo band cap to rub his slender hand through the dyed black hair, finding the haircut extremely silly now for some reason.
Justin grabbed his boyfriend, pulling him away from the party, into the house and locking themselves in the hallway bathroom. But it brought no relief. The change already had kicked in, but at least they were away from prying eyes, where the emo boys could endure their impending death alone, yet together. "Awww, no, dude!" whined Ryder, whimpering, as his lip piercings also dropped out and disappeared, followed by his earrings. He had lost his cap, and now his ruffled, dyed black hair was on full display as Justin watched the bangs become a natural, brilliant blonde, radiating out to convert the rest of the long hair to the same shade. But the hair didn't remain long, retracting from his neck and reshaping into the perfect short, conservatively styled prep haircut, the thick length on top brushed upward and kept in place with a liberal amount of hairspray.
Ryder breathed heavily, his firm pecs rising and expanding, more the chest now of a boy that liked to pump iron rather than just skate and surf. He had slipped out of his black tank, sweat pouring down the lean torso, as the tattoos faded, the piercings already gone, the tan fading as well to conform to a life spent on a college campus rather than the beach, still a light glow to it, just not as dark.
His boyfriend was looking much more like the typical clean-cut blonde Aryan boy, thought Justin with a smirk, knowing that he could never be with someone like that, but even as the thought crossed his mind it was being overwritten, as Justin, too, moved in that same direction. The burning heat made him slip out of his skinny jeans, pulling off his skater shoes from expanding feet that were reaching size 14. He was quite a bit taller now, perhaps 6'4", the dye fading from his shortening hair as well. The light brown locks were a similar style to Ryder's, kept buzzed short in back and on the sides, the remaining length swept up off his face dramatically. The unblemished, less tan face was symmetrical and perfect, angular cheekbones under eyes that had gone from blue to a soft hazel under dark lashes and perfectly trimmed brows. His bright white teeth made a killer smile, all just like his blonde twin Shane, no longer Ryder.
Shane gazed over at his nearly identical twin lover Braden, smiling. Braden had some awesome muscles now, too, and both boys were nearly naked, having to pull themselves out of that stupid juvenile emo getup, the clothes now gone. They glanced around, finding their cargo shorts lying by the bathtub. They slipped those on over more muscular, blonde-fuzzed legs, wiggling the toes on their big size 14 feet. Both were now 6'4". They found their leather sandals right under the shorts and slipped those on as well. And on the sink were their tight polo shirts, Shane's a yellow that matched his bright blonde hair, contrasting with his ice blue eyes, while Braden's was lime green. The shirts fit perfectly, clinging to the firm, round shoulders and swelling but not too over-pumped biceps. Braden found his silver chain with the B on it, while Shane had a shell necklace; he was a bit more of a surfer-preppy. Braden wore a silver chain around one wrist, Shane a gold bracelet around his. The boys smiled at each other, white teeth glowing, two perfect examples of college preppy excellence, but they didn't remember why they had gone into the bathroom together, maybe to have a little fun. They kissed each other, the tongue studs of course gone now, and after feeling up each other a little, they exited to find Ryan still waiting for them by the pool.
Ryan gave both hot boys a bright toothy smile as well. "Hey, bud," greeted Braden, kissing Ryan, the fellow preppy he had missed. Shane didn't seem to mind the shared affection. "Good to see you again. This here's Shane. I think you'll like him too!" Ryan smiled at the new boy. After some decent fun by the pool, they could retreat to Ryan's room a bit later, where all three could take care of their desires, all these boys now preppy to the core.