The Model and the Twink Become Surfers of Different Types By kooldoggie
A few weeks later, the separated boyfriends, transformed into Caleb and Riley, one a buff A&F type model, the other a tiny fem twink, would finally return to becoming Ryder and Justin, perhaps this time for good, though they wouldn't return to being the emo skaters they once thought their ideal destiny.
Riley had returned with his friends to California, all of them wondering whatever had happened to Tommy, just another perfect twink like them, but he had disappeared long ago, it seemed, and they would just have to continue to live their fun pretty boy life without him. They couldn't have known that Tommy, who had undergone several transformations in between, was now the male model, come to the beaches of Southern California on another fashion shoot. And so the paths of the two would cross right at the boardwalk which had been their skaterboy haunt once upon a time, provoking the change that would draw them back together.
It was a perfect late summer day, the weather growing cooler, and Caleb was modeling some back-to-school fashions, though the spread would be quite a bit more sensual than most schools would allow. He remained shirtless, showing off his lightly tanned, cut chest and chiseled abs, but had a letterman's jacket worn over his bare torso, a pair of form-fitting, worn jeans and high-top sneakers completing his look. He recently had had a haircut, so the slightly shaggy locks he'd had in Seattle were now in a perfect surfer's undercut, blonde highlights shimmering in the bangs tossed sexily into his narrow, blue eyes. He sighed and smiled as the photographer finished the last few shots. Life couldn't be better for Caleb, beautiful and increasingly wealthy as he was, though he did miss Shea, now on a shoot in New York.
He wasn't completely monogamous, however, and he and Shea understood when they were apart it was ok to have the occasional fling. Caleb was itching for some satisfaction, and he gazed about the beach, wondering if some of the surfer guys might like to get with him tonight. His jeans grew increasingly tighter as his horniness increased, and already a tickle came into his chest, as he longed to be part of the surfer crowd. Hell, he already practically had the look, he just needed the personality to go with it...
But then his attention turned to the skinny twink kids frolicking on the sand, some playing in the waves, and he thought it could be cool to have some time with one of them as well. At least he could tell from their feminine giggles and small, form-fitting swimsuits in loud colors that they would swing his way. Man, he really could top one of them right about now, especially the cutest, with his platinum frosted hair swept up into a tall pompadour, the small, cute features of his face making him look utterly adorable. Caleb felt like he could hug that slender, boyish form all night long.
The photographer finally wrapped up the shoot, and Caleb, now free, decided to go talk to the twinks. He took off his sneakers and, barefoot, headed onto the sand and jogged over to them. The twinks stopped their play and nearly drooled as they saw the perfect model hunk heading toward them. "Hey dudes!" called out Caleb pleasantly as he approached, shucking off his jacket to let his bare, muscular torso be fully exposed to the sun. "I'm Caleb! You guys look like fun and I thought it might be cool to join you, if that's ok with you..." He glanced deliberately at Riley, who blushed and tried his best eye-batting flirting with him.
"Sure!" cried out all the twinks almost at once in their high, chipper voices. If only they could know that the hunk they were drooling over had once been their fellow bitch, Tommy. He looked nothing like a small, slender boy now; so masculine was his body, so well-muscled, though his face, at least, still had quite a lot of boyishness to it, and he appeared as if he could be almost as young as the other boys. Riley, his speedo tenting with his six-inch member, wanted a bit of alone time with this stud; he felt a longing he couldn't pass off as merely sexual, as if they had known each other, deserved to be together. He asked Caleb if he would go walk down the beach with him, and Caleb smiled broadly. He was hoping for that. Riley promised the other disappointed twinks they would return soon, and Caleb held the small, nail-polished hand of the cute kid as they walked lazily down the beach together.
Caleb continued to be distracted by the surfers, however, and he was feeling really weird, so good in the sun, drinking in the sea air and sun beaming down on his exposed torso. He thought he could live shirtless if just given the chance. It also felt good to be barefoot, his sneakers now forgotten, and he didn't notice his long feet stretching out just a little more, almost reaching size 14. But the tight jeans were getting a little hot...
Riley, too, loved being on this beach, a better experience now with this hunky model, but he felt like he should match his height and strength a little more. He didn't notice that he had pushed up a couple of inches, now five-and-a-half feet tall, and the pompadour was collapsing around his face, no longer necessary to be so perfect and hairsprayed.
They both stopped, letting the waves wash over their bare feet, and they gazed into each other's blue eyes. Something was triggering stronger now, but not affecting them exactly the same. The name Keoni came to Caleb's mind, and he knew he would be the perfect surfer dude once again... but this time his personality would not be the baggage carried along with the physical change. No, he really wasn't Keoni, nor was he Caleb, but he was Ryder, a soulful, intelligent, artistic boy. Keoni was rather one-sided, a stoner who only thought of chillin', surfin', and fuckin', but all that wasn't sufficient anymore.
Caleb groaned, the change kicking in harder now as he recognized Justin in the twink's body. He needed Justin, and he needed to be Ryder to have Justin returned. The twink gasped in a high pitch, holding onto the model's bigger hand tighter, worry on his cute face. "You ok, babe?" Riley asked, his voice breaking, growing a little deeper. Riley was puzzled. Why did he feel so strange? But the change was hitting the twink, and Justin was breaking through, yearning to get out, though his presence on the beach would make it difficult to return to full emo. He remembered the compromise they'd made not too long ago, to become emo surfers, and Justin latched onto it.
Riley screamed as he felt himself dying inside, the twink no longer necessary. His height shot up further, the long limbs stretching out even narrower, as Justin strained to return to his six-feet. The tan got a little duskier, as the star tattoos and scrolls returned to his arms and sides of an increasingly chiseled torso, quite a bit thicker to compensate for the longer skeleton.
Meanwhile, Caleb was shivering, his body contorting as it went through the changes, gaining another couple of inches to return to Keoni's 6'6", though the swollen model muscle was undulating, rearranging into a physique more in tune with the surfer lifestyle, not honed at a gym but the product of the surf, a bit lighter but still cut and chiseled as hell. He dropped about ten pounds of unnecessary muscle as Ryder's memories returned to him. Huh? This body wasn't that of an emo skater, he thought, but he certainly wasn't Keoni right now. The constant fog in the surfer's simple brain wasn't there, only Ryder's angsty, highly intelligent suffering, all his sensitivity returning to him. And yet the jeans were now too short and tight on his long frame, and Ryder needed to peel them off to reveal the flowery blue boardshorts, the only piece of clothing he really needed. His legs were slender, cut, but firm, with a hemp anklet just above his big, tough, size 15 feet. Yeah, shoes weren't for him anymore, just the chill, barefoot lifestyle.
Ryder felt the thick, bright blonde dreadlocks cascading around his slightly different face, and he saw his tan had darkened once again to a deep mahogany. A sting in one blonde eyebrow told him his gold ring was back in there, and Ryder smiled, breathing in the fresh salty air, his pecs firm and darkly tanned under the puka shell necklace. How the fuck did this happen? He wondered. Yeah, there was everything that was Keoni's, including the tribal sun tattoo around his deep navel under ripped, tight abs, the tribal tattoos across his shoulders, the dreads down his upper back, but he knew he was still Ryder, and he was from Seattle.
His blue eyes blinked, looking back at what had been a twink, but now was a hot emo surfer, a half-foot shorter than him, true, but still rather tall, his hair now jet-black with blonde streaks in the bangs, falling into exotic, gray eyes within a tan, angular face. He had snakebite piercings in his full lips, a nose ring, numerous cuffs on his ears and silver piercings in his small nipples and navel, giving him ultimate alternative cred, but he still was a surfer, his body chiseled and athletic, clad only in a tight, black swimsuit ending just over his flaring, tanned, hairless thighs. His bare feet were big, too, about size 14, with black star tattoos on the ankles. Yeah, sexy as hell, and the gray eyes blinked under the slender dark brows as Justin recognized Ryder in front of him.
"Dude! What happened?" asked Justin. "You don't look emo at all!"
Ryder had to admit that was true, but he swore to Justin he was still Ryder, his quick, intelligent speech, though still mellow, proving it. Yet he also was loving feeling this way. No longer pale, thin and rather emaciated, he felt so alive: strong, agile, fun-loving and able to ride waves for hours. Maybe this shape really would suit him after all. But would changing his environment make it all go away?
"I have to know," he told Justin. "Hey, let's ride out to downtown, see if being urban changes anything." Justin was scared of this; he was starting to love his emo surfer look and vibe as well, and he didn't want to become another thug like Dylan, and he didn't want his sexy surfer boyfriend to lose what he'd just regained as well. But maybe it would be different this time...
They found Keoni's red pickup truck waiting for them, and after a long, nervous drive, they found themselves back in the ghetto, a dangerous place for two surfer boys, and both, clad just in their swimsuits, were trembling, wondering if the thug personas would demand their time in the sun.
But after a while, Ryder smiled, realizing he still had his amazing Hawaiian surfer body. Even the fear hadn't kicked in the change. He tested a little further, getting out of the truck and padding barefoot around the cracked sidewalks, picking up a bit of dirt on his soles, but nothing happened. "Duuude!" Ryder crooned happily, a bit like Keoni, but Ryder knew he was still himself. Justin also saw, happily, that he remained an exotic-looking emo, his tats and piercings still where they needed to be on his coffee-colored skin.
Ryder ran back to the truck and kissed his boyfriend, glad that it was finally over. "You think you can like me the way I am?" Ryder asked. "Dude," answered Justin, "if that's who you want to be, I'm happy. It's sexy as hell, and I feel the same!"
"You look freaking beautiful!" Ryder admitted as he kissed his nearly naked boyfriend again. And they drove back to the beach, where they felt most natural, but they knew they wouldn't have to be confined there anymore. They even made their way back to Seattle to move their stuff down to California, and even there they remained in the same bodies, though Ryder had to cover up a little more temporarily, even putting his big feet in some size 15 skate shoes for a while. But when they settled back in Venice Beach, the shoes came off again, and stayed off most every day, as the two skater-surfers, emo and surfer-hippie though they might be, enjoyed their lives together, transformation free... until the next time?