After Christmas: 2.5

This story is a continuation of the story:After Christmas: 2

Finally free from my filthy life! I could not believe that everything worked so well, I had my doubts about the effectiveness of the magic potion if I diluted it with cheap beer but everything worked exactly as the old whore told me! or should I call her a witch? It was totally worth having to fill her old pussy with my seed for her to give me the fucking potion so I could swap my body with my cousin Jackson, I want to see her face right now!

Right now he must be waking up totally confused covered by beer, dirt and his own sweat "Dude what am I doing on my redneck cousin's body?" Well fuck it, who's the shitty hick now, Jackson? The best thing about all this is how good I feel, I feel so fucking hot, so smart and awake! I think it's true what they say drugs and alcohol kill neurons because my head is so clear right now, I'm finally free of that fucking farm full of shit and my stupid head.

Cousin Jackson thought he was soooo superior to us just for being so handsome and living in the big city, well fuck him because I'm not going back to that shitty body or that fucking farm, I hope he gets used to working low hours quickly The sun cleaning the shit from the animals and the horrible Texas heat, I feel so fucking smart that when I finish college I will leave the country never to return, if you think you will see me again next Christmas you are crazy and if you dare to set foot in "my" house I'm going to finish it off with these two huge weapons that he called arms.

Although I'm not in a rush I have a wonderful new life ahead of me and it's not like I can catch a flight on the pathetic salary my father pays him on the farm, when I get home I plan to have a little fun with Jackson's good looks all the time I wanted to visit a gay bar I'm sure a lot of guys will line up to worship my new muscles, another advantage of not belonging to a family of homophobic rednecks, Have fun cousin "Cooper" I hope you like cleaning shit from the pigs until 50 years.

Right now I'm going to go to the bathroom on the train to see my new cock, I was so eager to get away from my old life that I didn't have time to check my new cock but I couldn't stop touching my cock over my “new” white pants.

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