LifeCorp - My Story
LifeCorp - My Story
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After enough nagging and curious questions from all of you around the office after my teasing in the last post, it's finally time to post a full timeline of my journey here at LifeCorp! A handful of you have known me since I first started working here, but most of you haven't. Some of you might have even known me at different points while working here and not even realised I was the same person. We all know what it's like though so I don't hold it against you!
Anyway, you're all reading this for the fun stuff, so I won't bore you with all the usual admin. On with the story I'm sure will give a lot of you a great start to the work week ;)
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My story starts around 5 years ago when I first applied for LifeCorp.
I didn't even know what the company did when I first applied; I just saw an open position that paid well in my local area and had good benefits. Teaching had exhausted me. I needed a change, something less intense that would leave me with time to live my life, and this was perfect. Flexible hours, private company healthcare, no strict dress code, and on site leisure and spa facilities. Dream right? You all know how amazing it is to work here, I don't need to explain that, but coming off the back of a job that had absolutely none of that it sounded too good to be true. And this was just some entry level admin job back then, and now here I am.
I was like most of us probably were when we started here. Barely able to believe in the interview what this company claimed they did was real, only to see first hand as one of the interviewers gives a demonstration. You've all met David I assume, but for those that haven't he's our head of recruitment. To cut a long story short (because you're here for my journey not David's) I got to watch as he went from old distinguished businessman to young ripped jock to finish the rest of the interview. A wild ride on your first time as you all well know.
But that’s the same thing we’ve all been through. Whether you were a customer originally or an unaware employee like I was, we all had a first experience seeing the changes LifeCorp can make. And getting to feel them for ourselves.
Time for some background on me though. Or the old me anyway, since most of you haven’t known me since I joined.
As I already said, I used to teach before I came here. Maths if you can believe that. My name was James, the average, slightly nerdy type you’d expect of someone that’d gone into teaching. Not an introvert exactly, but not the guy you all know me as now. And yes, white too. I know, crazy to believe I used to be some little white dude before LifeCorp gave me a new shot, and I’m with you. I’m still that same guy obviously, but James feels so far away now from the man I’ve grown into.
My first real experience with what LifeCorp has to offer was at the Summer Swap Party. You’ve all been to, or at least heard of them I’m sure, the annual party held at the main office where everyone gets swapped around and ridiculously drunk.
I went along just to meet new people a month or so after joining. I felt like I hadn’t really given people a chance here, didn’t give myself time to get to know anyone outside of my immediate circle in the admin job. I was well aware of everything that went on here by now, so I knew what to expect when I arrived. Or, at least I thought so. Arriving at the large hall and getting corralled into a swap pod to exchange bodies with someone at the party at random wasn’t how I’d expected things to go, but I hadn’t been given a lot of time to process things.
Now, if you haven’t been through one of these swaps it’s a wild ride. There’s an all-consuming nothingness that overwhelms you for several seconds as you’re tied up into just your consciousness, right before being transferred in less than a second to your new body. Seriously, if you somehow haven't tried it you haven't felt anything like it; imagine being awake whilst you're asleep is genuinely the most accurate description.
Once I came around on the other side and I was with it enough to be let out, that's when I realised who I was.
Mr Korey, the man hosting the party.
You all know him obviously, he's probably reading this very blog post along with you. If so, I'd like to say how nice you were and how much fun I had in your body as my first experience not as myself! Seriously all of you, being a handsome older gentleman with an excellent physique as the literal first time I ever looked different was a wild time. And he seemed pretty happy as me, so none of us were complaining. I got to walk around drinking and chatting with all this confidence I never had before; all whilst looking like some handsome Daddy. It was the most fun I'd had in a long time, and really went a long way to opening my mind to the idea of changing.
I will admit though I did sneak off at one point to get a closer look. He was always wearing these fancy suits that hinted at his physique, so I couldn’t really be blamed for wanting to get a little more familiar with the body I could feel under these clothes.
A bathroom just outside of the main party hall, with just enough time and just enough space to lock myself inside and strip. I knew I wouldn’t have long before people noticed I was missing, so I made light work of carefully unbuttoning his shirt, hanging it up and really getting a good look at his muscles. All I can tell you without getting in too much trouble with Mr Korey is he’s even more jacked than you all think he is, and even more hung than that. Seriously, I had a lot of fun all by myself in that bathroom before I rejoined the party, but out of respect I’ll leave that to the imagination.
One evening of talking, drinking and getting weirded out by but also loving not being myself, it was finally time to swap back. It was kind of a shame since I'd finally got used to feeling the scratch of a beard and feeling older, but I knew it was only temporary. So back into the machine I went to swap myself back. Just the same as before, several moments later I was stepping out the machine the other side as myself once more.
James again.
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Nothing else really happened for almost a year. By the time Valentine's Day rolled around I'd been with the company for almost a full year, and happier than ever in the job. No longer the newbie, I was fully immersed in being a part of LifeCorp.
It was then the Valentine's special rolled around, just as I announced this year a couple of weeks ago.
I'd been thinking on and off ever since the summer party. Being a handsome, fit gentleman had really done a number on me. That and seeing everyone around me constantly changing when I was collating and entering all sorts of data about changes really didn't mean I had a moment to take my mind off it.
There were two issues that'd kept me from ever doing anything. Indecisiveness, and money. One was decided with time; I'd made a decision that if I ever did make any changes to myself I'd stick to looking like me and just making some upgrades instead of a total rewrite. The money side at the time did worry me too. I was paid well for the job I did, very well as the salaries are here, but still the sudden chunk of cash out of my monthly budget was a huge concern. But with the offer, which as it turned out was heavily discounted for new employees, the option was suddenly on the table.
So I did what anyone would when given the opportunity to freely change themselves and went for it. Because who wouldn’t, right? We see it all the time here, people coming in because they aren’t happy with something about themselves, and I was just the same. I had a list of things I wanted changing when I went in, some more predictable than others. Muscle was a big one; if I was going to do this I wanted to finally capitalise on the desire to be bigger. Hair was another thing I’d never really worked out what to do with, so a new cut or complete change to my hair was on the list. To top that all off there were a whole host of more minor things I wanted, nose reshaped, jaw squared out, even my voice I wanted to try changing. And, of course like any man I asked if they’d make my cock bigger. Besides that I left it in the hands of our wonderful designers here, knowing after so many months of working here they’d do a good job at changing me whilst staying true to me.
How I turned out was better than anything I could have asked for or designed myself. A hint of stubble, defined muscles, a general vibe that just oozed masculinity. Short styled hair and what I already knew was a larger bulge between my legs. I was a stud to say the least. What really topped it all off though, more than the muscle or anything, was knowing in the moment that this was the only me now. This wasn’t like the last time with Mr. Korey where I knew it was temporary fun, this was me. No smaller body to go back to, no time limit. I was a handsome, beefy jock and that was it.
“Fucking hell James, look at you.” I remember muttering to myself as I flexed. “Fit, ripped, fuck this is incredible.”
That self worship continued on for several more minutes as I really got a feel for this new body. Posed a few times, worked out how to bounce my pecs, and explored my new equipment some. It was probably a good half hour I spent in that little room coming to terms with this being my new reflection from now on and deciding what clothes suited me best.
It’s a moment still burned into my memory to this day even if it was years ago. The first time I stepped permanently away from my old self and towards the new. A lot of clients I’ve spoken to in more recent years since changing jobs say the same thing and I can really attest to the same; the first you make a permanent change you’re not planning to go back on is unforgettable.
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To say my life changed from then on would be an understatement. I wasn’t unhappy before, far from it, but it was like waking up into a dream you realised was never going to end. Being in a body like the new one I had proved to be everything I felt like was missing in my otherwise ordinary life. I was happier day to day, more confident and outgoing, even started going out to bars and clubs more when I usually never did.
I worked out a lot too. LifeCorp for those of you that don’t know have specialists on hand to help ease people into their new bodies if needed. Many former men need help looking after a woman’s body; older people offered classes and guidance on how to fit in with a younger crowd after an age regression; or newly muscular jocks like I was that needed a personal trainer to show them how to lift and maintain the new size.
For me that came in the form of Ryan.
He’s one of the consulting PT’s at our gyms, or used to be a few years ago back when my first changes happened. Solid guy, both literally and in the not so literal sense. He was a huge help getting me into the routine I’m still in now. He taught me pretty much everything I know now, for the most part. A lot of you probably saw the two of us in the gym together, since we’d be there for a good couple of hours a day, six days a week. That routine hasn’t changed either in all the years since! How to scale my weight up, the right form and how to plan the number of sets, all of it Ryan taught me down to the finest detail.
Eventually our training sessions turned more into just two dudes working out together once I’d picked up the important parts. I’d always been a quick study, so it didn’t take long until we were laughing and pumping iron together. We got pretty close over the weeks we spent training me up with all the knowledge I needed and forming the gym-going habit. He was the first person I really got close to since the change, bonding over my new love of the gym amongst other things. It felt good making a new friend because of the changes, someone I wouldn’t have otherwise probably known.
Even after Ryan moved away to another part of the company I didn’t let things slip. This wasn’t like some new year’s resolution a lot of people make and quickly give up on, this was the real deal. I’d paid for the upgrade, and I was going to make damned sure I got the most out of it. Part of me always wanted to before all this and just hadn’t had the motivation, the changes and the thought of squandering them along with Ryan’s help was the final kick up the ass I needed. Even when I didn’t need Ryan’s help anymore I was always in the company gym before work for at least an hour; I’d always been an early bird and it turned out I loved working out in the mornings.
I loved working out full stop really. The rush, seeing the pump afterwards and knowing that yeah, whilst I skipped ahead, it was still the working out I was doing almost every day that was keeping me looking like this. I had fully made the jump from average burned out nerdy teacher to a thriving jock that was happier than ever. But this, of course, wasn’t the end of my story…
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Over time I fell happily into the jock life, I even switched jobs after a couple of months after the initial treatment. The old one had gotten boring now I’d grown so much, so I made a slightly impulsive decision to move to a more front-facing role. I’d taught, I knew how to stand in front of people and talk about something I knew a lot about. And in my time here and with my first-hand experience I could certainly do that. So instead of admin I moved over to public relations, helping to promote the company and the work we do.
My life just generally got better over the following year or so. My new position was great, helping people fulfil their dreams like I had. I made new friends at the gym and at work, a lot of which I still know today. Even dated a little more than I had before now I was going out in the evenings more. Being a jock had well and truly folded itself into part of who I was after so many years of wanting it; I couldn’t have asked for more.
Until a year later and when the next valentines offer came around I decided to go for it again.
It was a curiosity more than anything that made me go for it. I’d spent the happiest year of my life in all things gym bro, and that made me wonder what it would be like to go further. I’d been more concerned with maintaining what I had in the gym than actually putting more size on, but now the opportunity had come around again with the discount tempting me it was too good to resist. What gym-going dude wouldn’t wonder what the upper limit of what was possible for his body was?
Many of you might not know this, but LifeCorp can actually show you that. I only knew about it because of my former position doing admin and processing many customer’s files. It’s a hypothetical “if everything went right in your original life, how would it be possible for you to look?” type deal. I’m not going to pretend to understand the science behind it, but it’s something to do with filtering your DNA that our very, very smart scientists came up with.
Nevertheless, that’s what I asked for. Takes them a few days to comb through your genetics and make a full model, but a few days after the request it was all ready. Ready for me to once more take another step forwards in my journey, though this one wasn’t quite as life altering as the last.
On the other side of it all, big was the first thing I felt when I stepped out. Now, at this point remember I’d only been at all muscular for around a year, so getting bigger all over again was quite the jump. And when I say big, I mean huge. Bodybuilder absolutely fucking enormous. Muscle on top of muscle. Perfect beard I’d never quite been able to figure out growing. Huge and ridiculously handsome. This was everything my genetics could have made me, which honestly is still crazy to look back on.
Now I’m used to being this size, but back then nothing could have prepared me. A whole new wardrobe was needed first off which LifeCorp helped with, but it was more than just that. I kept bumping into things and definitely didn’t know my own strength for a while. I wouldn’t change a moment of the adjustment period though, not since I got to see myself every day and know this was everything I could be. The bumps and bruises from walking into things or broken glasses from accidentally squeezing too hard was all worth it to end up so big and thick with muscle.
I got promoted again too.
This is where some of you newer folk will start to remember me, hell you can still see them using my image in some of the branding. I signed on to do a little modelling for the company as one of their success stories, an example of the work they can do to encourage others to make use of our products. I gave talks about my experience, helped coach a few people through their own changes as Ryan had done for me, all sorts of stuff in addition to getting paid to show my body off. If you ever find yourself wondering where Jay disappeared off to, that was me. I started using that instead of James for a while after this round of changes, since that felt more fitting of a guy like I’d become. Shorter and snappier, it was a sign of the man I’d become and how far I’d grown. Literally and metaphorically.
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For a while I thought that would be it. Over a year and a half I spent as Jay the devilishly handsome bodybuilder enjoying the path life had taken me down. A Valentine's Day offer even came and went which I had no need for, I was fine just as I was that year around. I couldn’t see myself wanting any different.
That was until a company seminar on racial diversity and the science that comes with changing someone’s ethnicity at LifeCorp. You see, despite the muscular exterior and new love of the gym, I’m still the same nerd that originally became a maths teacher. I’ve always been fascinated by science and mathematics, still am, so when I started working for LifeCorp it didn’t take me long to sign onto these various seminars they occasionally run. Now I’m still not going to pretend to understand half the complicated processes they talk about, but listening to it all explained is well worth the time. I’ve been to several of them over the years, and this in my eyes was just another one of those. I’d been to ones on how genders get changed, how like me they can make muscles grow in a matter of hours instead of months, how they can fix your DNA and reverse ageing for clients that want to get younger.
This one was, at least at first, just the same as any of those. Talking about specific genes and the fancy tech they used to change them, it was all very interesting. They went on into detail about how this type of change could be set to take anywhere from minutes to hours unlike a lot of other changes, the reason for which was another thing I didn’t quite understand. What I did understand was what they were asking next.
“Could we have a volunteer? We’d like to show you in real time how we delve into and edit the DNA to send the change over the skin.” The woman giving the presentation had said. “Rest assured we’ll have you back in your proper skin in a few hours once the initial molecular trauma is over.”
I still couldn’t tell you now what made me raise my hand. Call it professional curiosity, but up I went to volunteer myself for this physical demonstration. I climbed to the stage, got hooked up to several machines and stood there whilst they started the process.
It was slow to begin with. They went over in real time as they went into my system and looked for the right things, and all about how they then went about changing it. Asian for the purposes of the demonstration. There was some mention of the previous processes I’d been through too; since I’d been turned into the height of what my potential was almost two years ago there was an almost 100% certainty whatever changes they made here temporarily would also result in me being a stud still.
After several minutes of explanation it was time to actually start. Several injections later and I was standing shirtless letting everyone in the room watching the slow, subtle changes. They’d asked me to at least take my shirt off so everyone could watch, which I was more than happy to oblige on. I’ve had a bit of a thing for showing off since all the changes, and shamelessly still do. So it wasn’t much of an ask at all to stand there half naked whilst everyone, myself included, got to watch me shift from white to Asian.
The whole thing was fascinating. The subtle but distinct change of facial features, skin tone shifting slightly, some of my body hair fading away. I was still massive, that didn’t change one bit, but everything else shifted. There was still some sign of me in there too, that was the wildest thing. I couldn’t really place what it was exactly, but looking into my own eyes in the mirror they’d given me I could still see myself.
After it was all done and they’d used me to show what they wanted to show, the seminar was done. They assured me that in a couple of hours if I came back I’d get back to being myself, but until then I was free to do as I liked.
And what was a man to do with a couple of free hours? Workout of course.
Off to the company gym I went for a good chest workout before it would be time to get swapped back. I always spent the longest on my chest whenever I did it, so I knew two hours would be just enough time for a good workout and a shower. The facilities on site are excellent if you haven’t been by the way, I’d totally recommend it.
It didn’t turn out to be all that weird from what I remember. I’d walked out of the seminar thinking I’d find the whole race switching to feel odd if nothing else, but it was quite the opposite. I felt fine, good really. Working out always made me feel good, but this wasn’t just that. I couldn’t really put my finger on it, but I still remember that chest workout was one of the best I’ve ever had to date.
I even had a little time spare to feel myself up in the shower. I couldn’t help video myself as I washed off the sweat; seeing myself as an Asian man was just so different and I had to capture it before it all went away. By the time the shower was over it would be time to go back, so it was worth having something hot for the record. I can tell you now I’ve jerked off over it more than a handful of times since then, both from the position of knowing it was me in that moment and it just being a fit Asian stud.
Would I have sex with that version of me? You’re damn right I would. I mean, just look how good I look soaping up my pecs? I even got a close-up for all you horny bastards to enjoy.
Alas, it all had to come to an end. As fun as it was, I had only signed up for it to be temporary. I was a white guy at the end of the day, even if I had spent a couple of fun hours as another race it wouldn’t want it to be permanent. It wasn’t my place to want something like that, even if it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence at the company. A little fun for an afternoon after an educational seminar that was now over, that’s all I told myself it was at the time.
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The thing about those little earworms? They’re hard to get rid of.
Those things you tell yourself you don’t or shouldn’t want, even if you know deep down you do. You want to buy that new bag that’s just been put on sale but you stop yourself. You want those football season tickets and buying them early means they’re cheaper, but still you can’t justify it. That’s how I felt every time I thought back on what I’d been through at that seminar. Because honestly, being a different race and seeing a totally different reflection had been a weird sort of thrill. It was me still just about, but twisted into something so far from who I used to be.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it over the following months. I felt guilty for wanting it, but the guiltier I felt the more I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Guilt can be a little backwards like that. But I swore off it; I couldn’t just change myself like that, it wouldn’t be right.
Only… Then Valentine’s Day rolled around again.
I’ve been known in the past to make the odd impulsive decision. That’s what had led me to quit teaching when it was a stable job I was good at. It was what took me down this path of changing myself too. So what harm would one more be when most of them had turned out good in the end? It was like the urge to jump when you’re standing on the edge of a cliff. Any moment you could just say fuck it and tumble off the edge…
The day at the office was what did it. February 14th and I was at work like always, chatting to prospective customers and giving a presentation to some of our newer employees. Talking all day to couples and people making changes for romantic reasons must have gotten to me, because before I knew it I was on my lunch break and making a booking for the particular transformation I wanted. If they could get what they wanted and be happy about it, why couldn’t I? Maybe it was the love in the air or something pushing the impulsiveness but before I knew it I was down in the labs that afternoon talking over what I wanted.
Total race change, a new version of the current me, just like they’d done a few months ago. This time I wasn’t going Asian though. As fun as that had been, I had something a little darker in mind after months of letting it churn in the back of my mind. Black. Why that I didn’t know, but now the doors to the idea had been opened, I knew that was what I wanted. Needed, as weird as that was to admit.
The process was much like any other I’d been through once all the paperwork was filled out. This was permanent, so there’s always more to do. Once it was all filed away they loaded me up into their machines as I’d done a handful of times now and it was off.
I was saying goodbye to my whiteness for good. The exhilaration I felt as I watched my skin slowly flush darker was tenfold of what I felt when I’d become Asian or when I’d just become bigger. The darker I got the better I felt, like a weight off my shoulders. I’d been thinking about this for months and felt guilty for it, now I’d actually gone through with it I was already feeling better.
There was a slight shift in the way everything looked as I got darker too. My nose widened and lips filled out, my whole face shifting ever so slightly to take on a more African descended version of me. Muscle too wasn’t spared as it grew bigger still into a beefy, well proportioned size; I was getting taller but still keeping a similar proportion as I had before as either white or Asian. I had the same mass as before, but with the unexpected increase in height it was levelling out to a thick bulk I was happy with. The black version of me they unlocked in my genes was tall and an absolute stud. Not to mention hung too.
When I finally stepped out of LifeCorp's machines I knew this was going to be the last time I made major changes to myself. It was just instinct. The reflection I could see in the mirror across the room just clicked with something deep inside me; this was who I was meant to be. The version of me I knew I was happiest as.
As always they helped me into a few loose clothes they knew would fit, more for their benefit than mine, then at last let me look at myself in a mirror. A tracksuit and socks was all I had on after declining a tank top for now; I wanted to get a proper look at my newly black body.
And what a sight it was. Devilishly handsome with a full beard and well proportioned but still thick muscles on my taller frame, I’d never seen myself quite as good looking as this. The wider nose, dark, tightly curled hair and overall blackness I saw looking back at me just felt right in a way I couldn’t put my finger on. A lot of clients say the same thing when they get to a version of themselves they’re happy with, and looking at myself then I finally understood what they meant.
“Everything to your liking then James? Jay, sorry.” One of the scientists I'd known for a while asked as I admired myself.
I smirked. “Oh this is better than anything I could have dreamed up, fuck this is good.” I didn't pull my focus away from the mirror, too absorbed in admiring this new permanent version of me. “And I think I might change my name one more time. James was the old me, and Jay worked for a while as a shorter version. This new body though… this is it I think. How about Jamal instead? Close enough that it feels familiar…”
“If Jamal is the name you want I can put the request in to have it changed?” He asked, already grabbing a tablet to start the name changing form.
I thought about it for another moment, then turned to him and nodded. “Yeah, please. Jamal it is, that's me now.”
You can see now that I didn't know what I was worrying about. Plenty of customers at LifeCorp have been through the same race change as me for all sorts of reasons, I was just another one of them. I looked and felt better now I was a handsome black stud, this was the version of me that would see out the rest of my life.
In the year since that day I've only felt more secure in my decision.
My identity has settled into being a black dude, just as I once jumped from a nerdier guy to a jock. This was one more jump like that I needed to make to feel more comfortable in myself. I’d always enjoyed tattoos and wanted to get some, so took this opportunity now I was happy with myself to finally get inked. Down one arm and something in the middle of my back too, all to celebrate how I’d found myself.
Another promotion only a week after I became black landed me here in my current role as Social Media Manager, and it's been a dream. All the perks of working here at LifeCorp, a good salary, and flexible hours to boot. Spend most of my time making posts such as these and coordinating our public image alongside the wider marketing department. Alongside all that I still have a lot of client interactions at various events and talks I give, but I'm not as outward focused as I was as Jay.
Workouts have been better than ever too. I feel like I've reached a point in the gym I'm happy with; I've been working out consistently for the last few years at this point and loving every second. It feels like a second home now honestly, which I never thought I’d be saying. I’ve kept up the work I started in helping newly muscular individuals in getting comfortable working out. Even if it wasn’t all naturally grown like some of our personal trainers I’ve been at this for enough years now I know how to put a workout together. Even dabbled in the idea of getting an official personal trainer certification too, just so I can step up my game a little in that as well as part of my work here at LifeCorp.
First day of the rest of my life that decision was. I'm grateful to who I used to be, without him I wouldn't be the man I am today. To become black, become Jamal though on top of all the growth I'd been through; I've never looked back.
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So that’s pretty much it from me!
Longer one than usual I know but worth it to get the full timeline out there. Hope you all enjoyed this look into my journey to the man I am today, because honestly I wouldn’t change a second of it. It was fun to relive the whole trip, so I hope you all enjoyed it too. Feel free to leave comments or send me messages if you have any questions, always happy to talk a little about myself!
That’s all folks, I’ll see you in another blog post.
Jamal - Social Media Manager
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