Shane and Braden the Preppies Become Kieran and Kellan the Hippies by kooldoggie
It was a warm, early autumn day, and out on the campus common area best friends and lovers Shane and Braden, the perfect preppies, were throwing around a football between classes, enjoying the cool breeze on their perspiring, well-honed bare chests, their shirts tied around their slim hips. They were pretty jockish prep types, athletic, though they didn't play on any teams formally; they still enjoyed exercising their killer bodies, their sneaker-covered feet, sockless, striding effortlessly along the grass, lightly blonde-fuzzed bare calves pumping below their white and plaid shorts. At last, tired from their game, they collapsed under the shade of a tree, Shane pouncing on Braden with one last spurt of youthful energy, wrestling with him until he had him pinned down, and they kissed.
They stretched out in the shade, letting the dripping sweat on their taut pecs cool, while both decided to remove their shoes and cool off their size 14 feet as well. Both boys were as generic college white boy as you could get, stunningly attractive of course, but no edge or individualistic streak to them whatsoever, preppy as they were. Shane was the blonde with the perfectly styled hair swept up with just the right amount of hairspray, and he would constantly check it in the mirror to make sure not a strand was out of place. His ice blue eyes were clear and intelligent, his flashing white smile appealing to everyone on campus, and of course his sleek, bulging muscles caused heads to turn whether clothed or not! Braden was very similar, but with light brown hair also swept up onto his scalp, a few natural highlights in it, his skin a bit more tan, his eyes a warm hazel within a friendly, lightly freckled face. He also kept up his physique to a similar standard of fitness, competing with Shane at the gym nearly every day.
As they relaxed, their buff shoulders touching, they noticed a group of hippie students at the other end of the field, tossing around a Frisbee, a few playing hacky-sack barefoot. Mostly longhaired, a few with dreadlocks, in tie-dyes and hemp products, a few barechested, one or two even daring to smoke weed in public, as evidenced by the stench of smoke wafting over to the two preppies. Shane and Braden groaned a bit, both boys not enthused by the scene; they preferred being clean-cut, in health and fashion, not standing out from the crowd in anything other than perhaps their good looks. The stoner, goofy-looking hippies seemed pretty silly to them, but as the odor of the sweet herb hit their pert noses, both boys looked at each other, a warm feeling coming over them. Suddenly, their whole attitude had changed, the hippie lifestyle actually beginning to appeal to them. What the fuck? No, this wasn't them. They were clean-cut, motivated college guys, the best society had to offer, not some drugged-out alternative types, but as the moments passed, they found the conformist route less and less appealing, more of a bummer, man. Shane suddenly remembered something about being such a hippie boy, relaxed and cute, though much more slightly built than the buff preppy. He took a deep breath, feeling his round pecs contracting a little, pulling back in to the sternum. Who needed to spend all that time in the gym, when Nature provided all the physical activity needed?
What the hell was he thinking? Shane whimpered slightly, feeling up his perfectly styled blonde cut in agitation, as if to make sure it was still there. It did seem to be dropping slightly, the locks slipping out of the stiffly arranged height so that bangs would fall around his face, down into gentler blue eyes. Oh, shit, thought Shane, he could feel himself slipping away, another name coming into his head: Kieran. The name repeated itself over and over, with each beat of his thumping heart, like a chant bringing the boy back into being.
"Dude, I don't feel so good..." moaned Braden, his magnificent muscles also thinning, growing slighter, the triangular torso beginning to narrow so that his shoulders were no longer touching his boyfriend's. He groaned, noticing the brown locks starting to fall into his eyes, which seemed to be lightening to a paler green. He stretched, his long arms way more slender and undefined, and he noticed a marijuana leaf tattoo on his smaller upper arm. A bit more hair appeared on his torso, just a tuft between the nearly flat pecs, a few wisps down his natural, small abs to below his navel, where it would join his pubic bush. He had to see, he had to get out of the stupid preppy shorts anyway, and so he unbelted them and pushed them down, pushing his boxers off as well, to reveal a semi-hard, uncircumcised brown penis, perhaps 6 inches, a couple of inches smaller than the virile preppy's, topped by a swirl of lush dark pubes. Kellan had no qualms about being nude, it was the natural state after all, but he realized that where he was in public could cause problems for him and Kieran, so he shrugged it off and looked for his worn corduroys, filled with holes, lying beside him. He slipped them on over thinner but still defined legs, no underwear of course, and buttoned them onto his slim, taut hips. By this time, his darker, brown hair, straight and natural, had fallen around his long, cute face and fell onto the flat chest, the ends reaching his small, brown nipples.
Meanwhile, Kieran was returning full-force, the now 23-year-old hippie boy feeling confused after having to endure that heavy metal concert that had resulted in his disappearance. He felt like he had been much younger when that happened, although he did have some other vague memories of having to fuse with a jock, the name Aiden coming to mind. But now he was finally back, though his receding height only went down to 5'9", 7 inches shorter than imposing Shane, but still 3 inches taller than Kieran had been previously, as if he had gone through a late teens growth spurt. Still, his longer skeleton was exceptionally lean and narrow, the result of his Vegan diet, and without his steely, thick abs, his shorts hung off the small, 27-inch waist, no longer able to cling to any part of his tight, toned body, which had remained a very light 125 lbs. Kieran pushed them off, along with the also too-big boxers. The shorts weren't a style the hippie boy would wear anyway, and he found his old, patched bellbottoms lying nearby. The happy boy slid them on, noting they still conformed to his slightly longer legs, pooling a little over his cute size 10 bare feet. The preppy shoes had disappeared; Kieran went barefoot whenever possible, and the soles had grown tough and calloused, the tanned feet well-muscled and able to withstand any surface. His hair, darkened slightly to a wheat-blonde, again fell much of the way down his back, or onto his tiny natural abs in front. The beaded braid also twisted back into existence, and Kieran felt it up with a slimmer hand, admiring how thick the braid was getting as his hair grew longer. He had on a hemp choker again, and the peace sign tattoo, done in rainbow colors, adorned his skinny upper arm. He sighed in satisfaction, his toes digging in the grass. This was the natural life he loved, and it looked like he had a cute boyfriend to enjoy it with, his memory of River forgotten, but the longhaired brunette, an inch taller than him at 5'10", would do perfectly.
For both boys, their once bright, intelligent eyes grew relaxed and clouded, the result of many sessions of smoking herb. Still, they looked at each other in admiration, kissing passionately, horny in their stoned haze. Both finally stood up, their frames so much slighter and smaller than when they had collapsed sweaty under that tree, their long hair blowing in the breeze. Kellan found his leather thongs, putting them on his dirty feet. He couldn't go barefoot as much as Kieran could. They remembered something about a football, but that had disappeared along with their shirts; the hippie boys didn't engage in such games anyway, the only physical activity for them being the occasional surf, or hacky-sack, and lovemaking of course. They thought they should go over and play a little with the hippies at the other end of the field, but those students seemed to have already dispersed for classes. The stoned youths shrugged; whatever. But they didn't remember belonging to this college; they let Nature take care of their education, but they would have to find their commune, Kieran remembering it was somewhere north of here.
They wandered to a more isolated area, a wooded spot just off campus, where they might be able to spend the night before resuming their trek. After assembling a make-shift shelter with some twigs and leaves, the boys removed their pants and cuddled naked together, Kellan pushing his slightly longer cock into his blonde boyfriend's tight rear. Kieran gasped in a high tone, but this is how he always liked it, allowing him to rest peacefully. The naked, natural boys snuggled together tight, gathering strength for the long road ahead...