Taken way

Brandon was a hot stud that led a double life. By day he was a respected lawyer, but by night he frequented the seediest of nightclubs frequently leaving with someone for a quick fling; this was going to be Brandon’s undoing.

It was Friday night that I put my plan into action. I knew Brandon’s favourite haunts and it wasn’t long before I found him. He was wearing a green A&F polo that hugged his body, my mouth started watering as I contemplated the night ahead.

I hooked up with Brandon, I knew how to press his buttons – he loved himself so I played him; praising his body, his handsome face. He loved the attention and soon we were heading back to his hotel room, although it was still early.

We went up to his room and had some drinks, he said he had to get ready to go out to “The Meridian” it was a ritzy club and he needed to get suited. While he was in the bedroom changing I slipped a sedative into the last of his drink; just to loosen him up rather than knock him out, plus it would also help with the swap.

Brandon returned in a nice black suit, white shirt and tie he looked perfect.

I toasted his good looks once again massaging his ego, he finished his drink and I knew he was mine. It wasn’t long before I could see in his eyes that the sedative was starting to work… with a slurred voice he said “your hot, as anyone told you?”, I knew the drug was working.

I took him back to the bedroom, he was in no position to fight me. I took off his jacket and put it over the back of the chair – pushing him onto the bed.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the special mask that would allow the two of us to swap bodies. It was based on an Aztec design that allowed Kings to live on inside the bodies of others. I had copied the design and the magical inscriptions that enabled the swap and built a rubber equivalent.

The mask was actually two separate heads attached only at the mouths, there were eye and nose holes so you could see and breath, but they weren’t necessary.

I loosened Brandon’s tie and collar; then stretched the mask over his head lining up the eyes and nose, smoothing down the edges around his neck. I could see in his eyes he was confused, but he was weak and couldn’t struggle.

I loosened my own collar, and laid on top Brandon – this was the tricky bit. I pulled the mask over my own head forcing the two of us close. I looked directly into Brandon’s eyes grabbed his muscular body and rolled over so he was on top of me. I could feel Brandon’s warm breath as we started to breath the same air; backwards and forwards between the two bodies. I was ready!

I started to chant the ancient Aztec mantra, and the symbols on the masks started to glow, loosening my soul from my body – it was time to fight. My soul detached I entered Brandon’s body through his mouth. His whole body shook and convulsed violently but the masks held Brandon in place as we both fought for the body. I was stronger, and pushed Brandon out of his body, through his mouth and into my old body. I felt by old body twitch as Brandon’s soul slipped into place.

I opened my eyes and looked into the tired eyes of my old body. I removed the mask off my new head leaving the remainder still covering my old body. I walked over to the bath room, and smiled at my reflection taking a picture with “my” new phone. I could already feel Brandon’s memories, knowing that I didn’t have much time – I was expected at the party.

I straightened my shirt and tie, pulling on my jacked. I fixed my hair in the mirror and remembered how Brandon loved himself, and took another picture.

I walked over to my old body grasped the mask again and chanted another mantra, the symbols glowed again. I knew my new life would be safe, the second mantra would change his memories making him believe that he was me… perfect. I removed the mask folding it carefully and put into my jacket pocket. I reached into the back pocket of the jeans on my former body and retrieved the sedative – who knows I might want a change again.

I picked up “my” keys and left…