Surfs Up!

Chapter 1
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Chapter Description: Andrew and his son are a pair of stuck up rich snobs who can't help but insult the local surfers in a resort town they go to when Andrew's job forces him to take a vacation. But their insults might just come back to haunt them.

Andrew Sawyer and his son Andrew jr were on a vacation to a small beach town in Hawaii. Andrew didn't want to be there but it was company policy all enployees take a 2 week vacation so he was basically forced. And he was not content to just spend his time off at home so he booked a trip, to keep up appearences and not look like the company forced him. It timed out with his 13 year old son's summer break from boarding school. Andrew was in his 40s having had a child a bit later as he was focused on college and his career in his 20s. His son was just like him, in a private prep school getting ready to go yo college for buisness and go into the corporate world just like his father. They were both a bit snobish. Although Andrew climbed his way up from a working class family he's long forgotten where he came from living in a large apartment in New York City and working in one of the many corporate offices so the small beach house they pulled up to as their vacation house was a bit underwhelming for the pair. "Why are we even here? Its hot and sandy here" Junior complained. Both wearing suits, for Andrew it was the typical grey suits he wore to work and for his son it was his schools spring uniform, despite neither of them needing to dress like that. In comparison to the girls in bikini's or tube tops and the guys who were either shirtless or wearing open buttomed hawaiin style shirts and everyone either barefoot or in flip flops the pair looked very overdressed and ridiculous. They went into the home, it had a bamboo, wood feel to it and was fully furnished as it was a rental vacation house. Though it had a surf theme to it with boards and posters all over. The kids room had surfer boards and wake boards in it and the bathroom had tiki masks on the walls. Andrew could guess the type of person the owner assumed would rent this place and gave a smug smirk as he thought how much better than those types of people he was.

The two went out to shop for food and as they did there was a native hawaiin girl giving out flower laes to just about anyone who walks by. She offers two tobthe father and son who each just scoff at her. "Aloha" he says to them "your very dressed up, are you here for a wedding or something?" She asked.

"No just a mandatory work vacation" Andrew said rather coldly.

"Well if its just for relaxing you must be very hot in those outfits" she said

"Well we'd rather look professional" Andrew said "even if its hot I don't want to look like some idiot beach bum that didn't even finish high school"

"Is that what you think? Most of these people are professionals too, the difference is they know when to relax" she laughed a little.

Junior reacted in shock "we are nothing like this trash, a real professional would never show their chest and feet in public" The woman looked at the two of them shocked
"You are really out of touch, nothing in your heads but stereotypes" she said. "Fine then the two of you need to relax more so you will turn into your own dumb stereotypes of surfers" she said before shouting something in Hawaiian at them and walking off angry.

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The two were confused as they went about the shopping then returned to the rental house. Andrew was getting over heated in his suit. He couldn't stand ut anymore as he took off the suit jacket and loosened the tie. He sat down on the couch as his dress shoes felt tight and his socks steamy. Getting annoyed he pulled his shoes off and peeled off his socks. His feet looked bigger, wider, stronger. Better able to balance and support his weight without support from shoes. The toes spread out now with visable spaces between them. The soles getting thicker and dirty. Soon his feet tanned with not even sandal or tan line. They looked like he never wore shoes. Course not brah! Andrew shook his head confused at the thought. The tan moved up his legs as blond hair grew on them and the muscles bulked up slightly his pants felt hot for a moment before they changed from black to a blue and green color, shrinking up into board shorts, stopping just below the knee. The pattern of a palm tree appearing on the right leg. His underwear vanished as he grinned dumbly. "Yeah! Free ballin brah!" He blurted in a deeper dumb voice. He couldn’t see it but the tan moved up his stomach and chest as the fat office gut he had flattened out to a completely flat stomach for a moment before carving deep lines becoming 6 pack abs. His sagging chest lifting up and tightening into a firm set of pecs that press against the tight dress shirt. The shirt was feeling hot and annoying as he fully takes off the tie and undoes the buttons of his shirt, exposing his smooth muscular brozen chest. He lets out a sigh as that felt better. The shirt turning red with white flowers on it. The tan spread down his arms and hands as muscles a blond hair grew there. His biceps and triceps growing but lean. He never went to a gym this was all just from surfing. His hands got bigger and meaty. The palms thick and rough as he felt a twitch in his dick as it grew longer and thicker, balls swelling as he felt a rush of hormones to his brain making it hard to think as the tan spread up his neck and head. He was getting taller, arms and legs longer, his feet were size 12.

His face youthened as it tanned and his eyes grew dim, looking like an idiot as he gave a dumb grin. His dark hair turned blond and grew out longer and messy, still with some sweat, sea water, and sand in it. He was forgetting his old life as new memories and interests filled his mind. "No way brah! I don't wanna like....be some dumbass himbo" but it didn't matter what he said he could hardly control himself as Andrew the buisness executive faded and Drew the himbo surfer was taking over.

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Just then Andrew junior came down from his room looking at his dad in shock. Drew looked at his son as panick briefly replaced the dull grin of a stoner. "Like you gotta help me little brah!" He said but Junior wasn't in any position to help his dad. As soon as he saw his younger, transformed father he felt a shift in his identity. He instantly recognized the surfer dude as his dad. Yeah that was his Dad and he was so cool! He wanted to be just like him! But of course Drew was only 22 now, no way it was possible for him to have a 12 year old son. No Andrew Junior realized he wasn't 12, he couldn't be. He was 6 years old. As he thought that his feet felt weird, pinchy, restricted. He looked down, his dress shoes were tight and annoying and....he couldn’t remember how to tie or untie them. He couldn’t remember owning a pair of shoes like these let alone wearing them. He yanked them and his socks off. Enjoying the feeling of his bare feet on the wooden floor. They got smaller in size but a bit wide for his age. Great for balance. The soles of his feet hardened and got dirty as the toes sprawled out, looking like he never wore shoes. Drew looked at his son and smiled. He was raised pretty stuck up, until he started smoking weed at 12 and had sex at 13. Drew had to wear shoes and shirts growing up and he was happy for his son that he didn't have to. Junior's feet got tan as the dark color spread up his legs. Not as dark as his dad and wasn't muscular like him either. His black dress pants turned into blue and white stripped board shorts as his underwear vanished and his shirt felt so hot...so did the jacket....and the tie was choaking him! What's with all these clothes brah! He tugged off the tie, threw off the suit jacket, and unbuttoned the shirt pulling it off as what little body and arm hair he had vanished and the tan spread across his chest back and arms again lighter than dad but still there. He shrunk down to a childish skinny weight as he shrunk in height too. His face rounding and youthened as the tan spread.  His eyes took on the same dull look as his dad as a few baby teeth missing as his dark hair turn blond. The very light blond that kids have as he started forgetting school. Remembering being in elementary but not paying much attention loving surfing with his dad! Wanting to be just like him! His dad even lets him smoke weed with him sometimes and that makes him feel silly. He still feels kind of hot though, pulling the board shorts down now fully naked but with tan lines. So he clearly wears shorts outside. The old Andrew would have corrected his young son's nudity at once but Drew didn't care, let the little dude be comfortable. Andy wants to be as underdressed as possible at all times and Drew does nothing to correct or stop him. Naked at home, shirtless and barefoot in public, and wearing a open shirt and sandals only for school. Andy grinned as he felt much better going to sit with his dad on the couch. Drew was reading a surf mag while his son played with a toy shark.

Drew started smoking weed at 12, sex at 13, got a surfer girl pregnant at 16 and she wanted nothing to do with the baby so Drew dropped out of high school and got a job at a surf shack rental place to take care of Andy. And he entered surf tournaments and won some money. They rent this small place and live a good if simple life. Surfing, smoking, chilling, and for Drew sex. Drew is a total dumb surfer himbo. Horny, bisexual, saying dude, bro, and brah a lot and nothing going on in his head besides weed, surfing, sex and taking care of his son.

Andy wants to be just like his dad so he too is dumb, surfs, smokes weed and says dude, bro, and brah a lot. They are the dumbest surfers on the island. The only case of a stereotype being true. But they are simple and nice and well liked.


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A few weeks later Drew and Andy went to the store to get some food. Both shirtless and barefoot dressed only in free balling board shorts. The girl giving out the leas was out front and smiled at the pair. Reality altered for everyone except her. She remembered the truth about these too and laughed to herself thinking how horrified they would be if only they could see themselves. No surfer on earth let alone around here was that dumb. But the two men had this crazy exaggerated stereotype in their heads when they were cursed so thats what they became. She offered them the flowers and both accepted "looks great dudette" Drew said giving a dumb grin and flexing. "Yeah! Great duuude!" Andy jumped up and down giving a similar grin and a big thumbs up. Yes they were both so much kinder and chilled out now. They needed this as much as they deserved it. "What you guys getting today?" She asked "just some snacks for the beach brah!" Drew said "some apples and protein bars and stuff" Andy pipped in "chyeah dude! Stuff to give us surfin energy!" The witch smiled as she watched the two go about their new lives, yes they deserved it and seemed much hsppier now.

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Authors note: first story ever posted here so I hope its good, if not please leave constructive criticism.