Keeping the family happy?

I remember walking in the door, and being greeted with my usual kiss. “Hi Babe, got a surprise for you.. its in the den”

I went in there; “Ryan?” I said. I stopped at the door, checking out the jocks built body, he seemed to be asleep on the couch.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, “You like it? I thought it would solve a few problems”

I walked over and tried to wake the slumbering jock, but to no avail. “What have you done?” I asked checking for a pulse; there wasn’t one.

“Don’t worry Babe, we’ll fix that soon”, I shook Ryan again, and his head flopped forward. I squeezed his arm, I could feel the muscle under the skin but that was all. I released my grip and the arms bounced back to its original shape.

“What have you done?” I asked again. “Well, when I heard that Ryan was having a hard time with Sally and was thinking of breaking up - I saw an opportunity. I asked him over to talk about it and slipped him this solution I got off the net – damn! within minutes he was asleep, and 30 minutes later he was just a suit.”

I put both hands on his thick pecs, they were still warm, and pushed and his chest collapsed into his body, I felt a rush of air escape form his mouth. I stood up quickly releasing, there was a sucking of air as Ryan’s chest returned to it’s normal shape.

“Look the thing is, my family doesn’t really like you – and I think they make it obvious. But I think Ryan here fits what they want for me. But look..”, reaching in Ryan’s mouth my partner stretched open his mouth wide. “Get the idea?”

Of course I knew instantly, stripping naked I pulled Ryan to the floor and with my feet either side of his head I grabbed his mouth and pulled it open as far as I could. I pointed my toes and pushed them into Ryan’s mouth; I can remember looking down at his blank empty expressionless eyes as I forced more and more of my body into his. I can’t explain it, but the more and more I pushed into Ryan the more I felt like he belonged to me – the weird thing was how my 6’ frame squeezed into his 5’7” one!

I pulled Ryan’s face over my own, and I blinked for the first time as Ryan. I looked in the mirror and gasped as Ryan looked back. Somehow I knew how to work his body; I flexed twisted – smiled as I flexed my hair pulling it onto spikes. I was Ryan.

I felt my shoulders being massaged as I flexed in front of the mirror, and then a whisper in my ear; “you’d better get dressed, you’ve got a date with Sally – and I think you’ll gonna have to break up with her…”

I causally walked over to the pile of clothes and pulled on his underwear and shorts; and then the tight white vest – by this time Ryan’s memories started seeped into mine, I turned and flexed; sticking out my tongue – it felt very natural.

I smiled and left, and spent he night with Sally; damn she was fine. It seemed that we was a natural match, by the end of the night more of Ryan’s memories were mine and for the first time I knew that they were both in love.

It was a day later when I had total access to all of Ryan’s memories right up to the day of his visit to my old apartment. It was then I realised that he was tricked into taking the drink laced with the solution. I felt sad and guilty of what happened to Ryan, used by my partner. I felt manipulated myself.

I kissed Sally, and said I needed to do something important. I picked one of Ryan’s shirt from the closet and pulled it on, along with some pants.

I visited my old apartment and was greeted with the same smile again; “What’s wrong?”.  “I know everything, you may not have realised but I have access to all Ryan’s memories”, “Oh” came the reply.

“This will be the last time we’ll see each other, but then I think you’ve guessed that…I feel obligated to continue as Ryan since you destroyed his life. Don’t bother trying to tell anyone I don’t think they’ll believe you.” With that I turned and left.