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  • Writer's pictureHenry Cavanaugh

Taught To Model

Updated: Dec 18, 2018

My teacher’s a pretty famous model. Pietro Boselli, you’ve heard of him, right? He’s the real deal - smart as hell but also totally gorgeous and let me tell you now it was pretty damn difficult to focus in lessons when I was so caught up in admiring my teacher’s incredible body and handsome features. He was pretty much the definition of both “husband goals” and “body goals”. I wasn’t sure which I wanted more, I just knew that I wanted him.

I used to have dreams about what it would be like to have Pietro’s face staring back at me in the mirror. I never thought I was overly hideous but there was no question about the fact I wasn’t on the same level as my teacher. I was the kind of guy who was overlooked in crowds for simply being too ‘plain’ but there was no way anybody would ever forget Pietro after meeting him. I was envious of that beauty but in time I had begrudgingly accepted that there was no way I could ever have it for myself.

Well, things changes pretty unexpectedly just a few days ago. I was at a party - your standard college dorm party where the alcohol is a little too free-flowing and a few people were smoking something heavier than tobacco. I ended up getting involved with both so I was pretty damn buzzed by the time to clock rolled past midnight and I was suddenly engaged in a conversation about my deepest desires with a handsome man that I’d never seen around the dorms before.

I don’t know why but I felt compelled to open up to this handsome stranger and soon enough had confessed my confusing attractions towards my university teacher. It was strange but when the guy nodded and smiled at me I knew he truly understood how I felt and wasn’t just agreeing with me for the hell of it. It felt good to talk to somebody that understood because sometimes I wasn’t sure I even understood it myself.

“What if I told you that I could make it happen?” the stranger suddenly declared, flashing me a charming smile that left me temporarily stunned. Seriously, why was this stud choosing to waste his time with somebody like me? Couldn’t he see all the sorority girls around us that he could be chatting up? If they weren’t his type then what about the fraternity boys? It just seemed strange that he had chosen to speak to me out of all people.

A gentle laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. I didn’t want to be rude but his comment was a little ridiculous. What did he really think he could do to make ‘it’ happen? “Yeah right,” I scoffed, faking a small smile in order to not come across as ridiculing him. He seemed entirely unfazed as he continued to stare at me with earnest eyes.

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t jump at the chance to be the Hunky Professor?” the stranger asked, his voice sinking deep and sending shivers down my spine. The ‘hunky professor’ was a term I had used to describe Pietro to some of my friends back home - it had to merely be coincidence that the phrase had been used here, right?

Letting out a sigh, I shook my head. “That’s not what I mean, of course I’d want the chance to be him! It’s just… it’s not possible!” My cheeks were burning as I once again confronted the fantasies I’d had about feeling Pietro’s firm body under my hands and admiring his face in the mirror. God, I would do anything to look like that.

“Anything’s possible when you’re this high!” my new friend replied in a sing-song voice before slapping me on the back. I felt a strange warmth spread across my body from where he made impact and moments later my vision began to swim. 

The rest of the night completely vanished from my memory. I couldn’t tell you a single thing I did after that conversation, if I even did anything at all. 

I woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar bedroom with the strange sensation of feeling heavy. I noticed it immediately and within seconds it became clear that it wasn’t just a result of a hangover. In fact my head wasn’t hurting at all, it felt perfectly clear and I was bursting with more energy then I’d had in a long time. In fact I felt ready and willing to take on the whole goddamn world!

Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I quickly realized why I felt so different. At no point in my conversation the night before had I seriously considered that waking up in the body of my teacher was a possibility but I definitely wasn’t looking down at my own slender frame. The sheets had fallen down to reveal a broad chest and six-pack abs that were practically drool-worthy. They were certainly enough to make my jaw drop at the very least as I simply couldn’t believe what I was seeing. 

“What the…” I knew that voice. It wasn’t my own - it was too deep and masculine - but I certainly knew it. The hint of an Italian accent gave it away immediately and when paired with the abs that now looked so familiar, I was certain of what had happened. I had woken up in the body of Pietro Boselli, my favorite teacher and favorite model!

My mind was immediately cast back to the night before. Who was that man and was he responsible for this? It certainly seemed so. It left me with endless questions though and no source of answers. Would I ever see him again? Something in my head told me it was unlikely.

My morning of enjoying Pietro’s body was cut short by an alarm on his phone ringing. I picked it up and stared at the notification - “Nike shoot @ 2pm”. Wait, what? Did that really mean what I thought it did? My teacher was going to be at a modelling shoot and now that I was in his body I would have to do it for him!

But I don’t know how to model! It was enough to make me worry. The last thing I wanted was to ruin my teacher’s more luxurious career but I also didn’t want to just give up. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity - one that I still wasn’t sure was actually happening - and I couldn’t waste it. I’d have to at least try!

So try I did and boy was it the most fun I’d ever had in my life. The longer I spent in the older man’s body, the more comfortable I felt. I was nervous by the time I got to the studio further downtown but I was surprised at just how natural everything felt. The company officials handed me a bunch of sportswear that I had no doubt would look great being stretched out by Pietro’s powerful muscles and told me to “do my thing”. 

At no point in my life have I ever attempted or even considered modeling. That’s just not the kin of guy I am and with my ‘average joe’ looks, I don’t think anybody would have hired me either. Now that I was all but forced to model though, I was surprised at how natural it felt for me to be in front of the camera. There were dozens of people all staring at me and yet I didn’t feel troubled at all. In fact I rather enjoyed being the center of attention, knowing at least half of them were attracted to me in my current state. That was a feeling I’d never experienced before and damn if it didn’t feel good.

I’ve got to say that the photos that have come out the other side look pretty damn great. In fact you’d never know it wasn’t the real Pietro Boselli and I’d consider that a win. Even just a few hours in this body have felt like a dream come true but I didn’t want it to be over. I wanted more and more so I prayed that whatever higher power had granted me his body wouldn’t take it away from me now.

With his modelling career down, I started to think about his teaching career. I was surprised by just how much I suddenly knew about the subject, as if some of his expert knowledge had remained behind when I’dd taken control. Just like the modelling, it would certainly make things easier. I can’t help but wonder though if there’s going to be a student who suddenly has an issue with me. He’s the kind of student you wouldn’t really notice in a crowd - a rather plain-looking ‘average joe’ type.

If he wants to talk to me about some kind of wacky body swap though maybe I’ll just threaten him with some bad marks. Yeah, that should keep him quiet!

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