A sampling of culture

Brad has just finished three months travelling around Australia, New Zealand and the Pacific islands, he had flaunted his body, hooked up nearly every night and partied as much as possible. With the help of dad's credit card, Brad had been able to do every activity, every experience and every adventure. Brad truly believed he had immersed himself in each countries culture simple because he could afford to do everything and anything, however in reality he had just come across as a rich, douchebag jock showing off how much cash he had. Yet being the self-absorbed arrogant daddy's boy he was he never even realised how privileged he came across. Thankfully for the locals it was time for Brad to go home, he had a connecting flight in Dubai and he had hoped to spend most of the day there 'immersing himself'. Unfortunately with delays Brad's plane landed late giving just over an hour, no way near enough time for him to even get out of the airport properly.

Brad sighed as he looked out the airport window at all the cars leaving and going into the big city. Then forlornly staring out, Brad made his wish 'I wish  could properly experience this culture and country' Then with those words green smoke engulfed Brad before he even had time to scream.
When Brad awoke he wasn't staring up at the airport terminal with worried passengers around him, instead he found himself outside, sitting and facing a large chubby man.

Brad started to panic. What had happened to him, did he pass out? Surely they would have kept him in the terminal? Who was this man and why was he staring at him? Brad stared back frightened at his current whereabouts, his mind jumping to the worse possible situations. Had he been kidnapped? Where were his bags and his phone? Brad didn't know what to do, he couldn't survive on his own in a foreign country that doesn't speak English and with no money! Brad dared not move, he could feel himself sweating, his clothes felt tight for some reason and a gross, dank sweaty smell seemed to surround him.

Brad couldn't take it any longer he needed help, he needed answers, so with an ounce of courage Bard finally blurted out 'what do you want from me?' except when his mouth moved and he spoke those weren't the sounds that came out, instead Brad found himself blurting out

اش بدك مني؟

Brad couldn't help but clasp his hands over his mouth, that wasn't English, had he just spoken Arabic? How was that possible? he didn't even no a single word in Arabic but it had flowed out of his mouth like it was nothing. However Brad didn't have long to worry over his sudden use of another language as the man opposite answered his question.

The words started out in Arabic and Brad had no clue what he was saying but the more the foreign man talked the more Brad found he understood until the very end of the sentence where Brad understood him fully. '-rport, Brother take this couple to their hotel and I'll meet you here after'

Brad just stared as the chubby man then walked behind him and led a couple who had just come out from the airport over to him. Brad had so many questions, he desperately wanted to understand what was happening to him, how had he ended up outside the airport? why had this man just called him brother? why would he drive these people around a country he had never been to before? And why was his body moving on its own?!!

Brad pulled a frightened expression as he found himself standing up and walking over to the luggage next to the couple. Brad tried shouting out for help, as he lifted the heavy bags and took them to car just down the street. Brad wanted to scream at the couple to help him, but instead he found himself opening the car doors for them and then climbing into the drivers seat. It was then when Brad had plonked himself down that he felt his new body and caught a glimpse of his new face in the rear view mirror.

Brad no longer sported the athletic, muscular build he was so proud of, instead he now possessed a rather large and bulbous jiggling belly, with a small pair of man tits sitting on top. His strong arms and legs were no longer full with muscle but now with pounds and pounds of fat, his chubby limbs now squeezed tightly into a snug polo shirt and old jeans. Brad could also feel his tight, pert bubble butt had been replaced with a wide, flabby ass that barely fit into the car seat and was now covered in damp, black hairs that were already itching. Gone was Brad's chiselled jawline and classic boy next door look, instead Brad was staring back at a chubby cheeked and doubled chinned fatty with a plump nose and lips. His dirty blond hair now a dark black and covered in gel or grease and his right ear now pierced with a large diamante stud. Brad could only stare as he looked at his new body and his new skin colour, as every inch of him now was light muddy brown.

A sharp pain then ran through Brad's head, his mind rearranging and inserting new memories into his brain. Brad whimpered as his old life was erased, no longer was he a tourist instead he was a local, someone who had lived there all his life. Someone not too bright and who loved his food, a dumb chubby guy with minimal prospects. Luckily he had the family business to fall back on, a small taxi firm where he now worked. Brad screamed as he saw his past life of living in a suburban mansion, vanish and be replaced by a dingy apartment that he shared with his fat brother. Brad cried as his past experiences and holidays were replaced with driving a cab and watching TV on the couch with his brother. Brad sobbed as his life as a rich, party boy, globe trotter was replaced with sitting in a hot car all day smelling his own farts.

Brad tried to fight back, he tried to deny the new memories that wormed their way into his head. All Brad had to do was get out of the car and back into the airport, someone was bound to help him. With all his strength Brad found himself reaching for the door, he could feel himself regaining control, every thing would be alright, he wouldn't have to be this fat, loser that reeked of B.O. He was going to do it, he was going to escape...

'Errmm Hotel Bluewater please' The polite, timid request from the customers behind may have not seemed like much but it was all it took for Brad to lose himself. Brad cried as he felt himself fall to the back of his mind, now just watching his body move on its own as he was now a passenger. With a wisp of green smoke an identification card attached itself to the car, a picture of the new Brad on it with his new name Samir Durta.

Brad wept as he mourned the loss of his old life as his new fat, sweaty body adjusted the seat. Then wiping the sweat from his forehead and letting loose a small fart Brad started to drive off. Starting his new life as a dumb, overweight, Arab taxi driver, knowing full well that he would be experiencing this country and its culture for the rest of his life.