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Well, here we are at the other end of February, and what a journey!

I hope you've all enjoyed the stories that have been posted over the past month! I think everyone must have found at least a couple they enjoyed.

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• Curious
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“Rivals”

by Slick Psych

“Dude, take a look at this.”

“What?”

“It’s a really weird website called ‘Choose your Own Change…’”

“Yeah?” said Dalton as he feigned his interest in Blane’s new discovery. Dalton leaned over on the couch towards Blane’s notebook. “Whoa… this is about male transformations…. like becoming another dude.” The 6’2” meaty giant stood up and adjusted his flannel over-shirt. “That’s just creepy dude. Taking over someone else’s body. Is that like some fan-fiction site or something?”

Blane smiled inauspiciously to his friend, picking up subliminal vibes that Dalton was obviously uncomfortable; Blane had suspected that he’d be. Blane knew that he had to work slyly.

“Yeah, it’s unique… but don’t tell me that you’ve never wondered what it was like to be someone else.”

“No, I haven’t actually. I’ve got the good life right here.”

“Well no arguments there but still…” Blane looked up and acted as though he had an epiphany: “Hey! What about Brent?”

“What about Brent?” asked Dalton, becoming annoyed.

“I remember how you frequently competed with him in prep school and then in college, dude. About everything too… academics, wrestling... the ladies… He always seemed to irk you because he would always be an equal match.”

“So what’s your point?” Dalton asked insincerely then continued: “That because he managed to outshine me a couple of times I wanted to trade places with him?”

“Just sayin’ dude. Surely you must’ve wondered what it was like to be him.”

“Can’t say that I did.” Dalton crossed his massive arms and puffed his chest out a little.

Blane fell silent and just stared at his computer; pretending as though he felt sorry for broaching the subject. Dalton stood perpendicular to Blane, his body obviously tense. Dalton muscular torso was bouncing up and down because he was breathing heavily… almost as if he were stressed that they were talking about his long time rival. After an awkward three minutes of silence, Dalton smiled.

“You have a sick mind dude.” Dalton finally chuckled, sat back down next to Blane and stretched his long legs in front of his massive frame. He brought his 15” arms up behind his head crossing his fingers to the back of his palms and looked contemplatively up at the ceiling but staring at nothing in particular.

“If I did want to swap with Brent, it’d be to sabotage him.” Dalton said.

Blane let out an amused “hmph.”

“Yeah… you know… maybe get hammered before a match. Make him fail a test or two.”

Blane “hmphed” again.

“But you know the problem with body-swaps?” Dalton asked raising his bushy brown eyebrow and his piercing green eyes looking squarely at Blane. “The problem is that you actually swap.”

“Yeah, so?”

Dalton continued:,“Which means he’d be me and could implement the same offences… maybe eve worse.”

Waxing philosophically, Dalton stared back up at the ceiling: “A good rival stays a step ahead of you offensively that’s true… but an honorable rival is like a brother to you. You compete because it’s natural. It gives meaning to both your lives.”

“Awww… you’re thinking to hard about all this. I just said all that to paint you a picture of what you could do in his body….”

Dalton looked over at his friend and raised an eyebrow. “Gah you have some problems. I’d never wanna use his dick.”

“Not even once? Sex as another man… hell even masturbating as another man… would be interesting.”

“To you. Can’t even imagine forcing a woman to go down on Brent’s thing. Hahah, God forbid she’d have to bear the seed of an ugly son of a gun like him.” He laughed. “Poor Elana.”

“So it sounds like you still harbor feelings of rivalry towards the guy.”

Dalton smiled. “Those were the days, in retrospect… being evenly matched… haha even in charm I suppose.”

“If you could do it again… be his rival… would you?”

Dalton smirked. “Sure.”

Blane looked on his webcam and saw that ‘Ian’ was giving him the sign. He acted quickly: “Hey man, my computer just froze again. What’s the combo you press to get it to close the programs?”

“Told you that all that porn would freeze it you loser.” Blane handed the computer to Dalton. He looked down and saw two kids on the webcam.

On the other side of the country: “O.K. Allen. Look at this shit” said ‘Ian.’ Allen, who had been looking off in the other direction, quickly turned his head as ‘Ian’ looked away.

‘Allen’ blinked and shook his head. “Ouch man it just feels like my head was hit wif a bat!” ‘Allen’s’ voice sounded off. He looked to his right and saw the kid that he had seen on the webcam was not smiling at him.

“You o.k. dog?” the kid asked. ‘Allen’ noticed that the kid had a deep voice for someone who looked to be about 17. Before the new ‘Allen’ could answer ‘Ian’ immediately did a thumbs up to Blane and quickly signed out of his camera and shut down the computer.

“Who are you?” were the first words that came out of ‘Allen’s’ mouth. He realized that his voice was a higher pitch and instinctively he didn’t like it. ‘Allen’ looked down and noticed that he was shirtless. He held his hands out in front of him and realized that his skin was now a light brown; and that instead of his bulk muscle he now had more lean definition. He felt his abs and chest. He noticed that his equipment downstairs liked this stimulation. Still in shock, “Allen’ felt the hair on his head; he had never had a afro before… not that he could grow one before anyway. He noticed that his pants were sagging. “What the hell?” He pulled them up to his waist.

‘Allen’ looked over ‘Ian’s’ shoulder and saw a full length mirror. He stood in shock. The face staring back at him couldn’t be more than 17 years old. More shocking was the fact that he now had slightly darker skin and an ornate tattoo on his pectoral muscles that set nicely below his collar bones. Allen was a skinny boy, but he was still cut like a rock. He noticed his ears and his cheekbones… a different type of facial structure than what he had previously had, and this little fact alone pushed more blood into his groin. He noticed he was wearing shorts that sagged. He looked down at his feet… noticeably smaller than his previous size 14. He guessed himself to be about a size 10. He was wearing black ankle socks and noticed that his calf muscles were unusually toned. He figured that this must be a soccer player’s body from the athletic build and strong hairy calves. He rubbed his face… just impressed that he was seeing through another young man’s golden brown eyes.

“Done groping yoself pretty boi?” ‘Ian’ asked in an amused tone.

“Who da hell are you?” This higher pitched voice was slightly annoying him… but everything else… well… not so much. As ‘Ian” moved closer to ‘Allen’ that’s when the man formerly known as ‘Dalton’ realized that he was now a twin.

“Your brotha, Ian. Gah your such a foo’, Allen.” Ian bit his lip and began to playfully punch at Allen. Instinctively, Allen began to fight back. Allen was tap-boxing with Ian as if he had been doing it for years. This felt too natural… he mused.

Ian cut it off when he lightly smacked his brother on his cheek, indicating that playtime was over.

Somehow, the casual rivalry had calmed Allen down. Ian continued: “You get your wish, Allen, and it’s just like old times when we used to live in Connecticut.”

Allen’s eyes went big. “Bruh… what about our old lives.”

“Do you honestly even care?” Ian asked as he looked into the mirror and stood next to his brother.

Allen looked down at himself… his body. Not only was this a chance to compete with his rival again… but it was a chance to live life from a totally different perspective. Ian noticed his brother processing what had happened and continued to explain.

“But fo real FYI I the old me agreed to this months ago and told me dat his lil bro… which would be you… would be more dan interested in dis too… after he tried it out o’ course… kinda like I thot u would need too, too. So if afta a week you ain’t convinced… you two can go back.”

“And you two?” asked Allen with more concern than acceptance.

Ian smiled coyly and confidently. Though he was wearing a different body with a different age and race, Allen recognized that face. Ian confessed: “No matta who I am, I neva quit. You kno dat well. ‘Sides, Brent likes his life and his body… always wanted ta be a father n a husband now he is. Da advantages were obvious: Bangin ‘wife, top tier job, the bod of a successful man he ain’t complainin…”

Allen sat on his bed.

Ian went on: “And also FYI I’m 2 mintutes olda dan u so by nature I’m already betta.”

Allen was going thru his memories. He lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling.

“Yo, u up for some bball. All dis sitting here regrettin’ things is for old men.” Ian asked.

Allen, for fun, decided to adopt the vernacular that his brother was using: “Imma love to show u up n dat alone is enuf fo me… but what about Dalton?”

Ian laughed, grabbed his basketball from the floor, and dribbled a little… trying to show off that he had been practicing getting ready for this day. Ian said: “The new Brent told me that the old Allen was a lil… umm… on the other team if yous get my drift. Now, ol’ buddy Blane is a lil closet case himself. I figure dat the two will hit it off… as friends an’ who know wat else in time.”

Allen immediately understood that Blane had been all too game for this swap. He shrugged it off. It didn’t matter who he was as long as he had a chance to finally settle the score. This time around, he’d be better.

Allen stood up, his pants sagging just a little: “Hell yea. I can’t wait to cream yo creamy ass.”

Ian let out a fake laugh and said: “Yo, dat’s lame son I see you gonna have to work on your lines….”

Ian knew that Allen had accepted the new challenge.

Junior Coach

I had never seen Cody so happy; he held the trophy high, teammates and family stood around bursting with pride.

It was true, the coach had seen potential in Cody just under a year ago. Sure he was a bit rough around the edges but coach knew it was just a matter of moulding the kid, making him just like the coach was when he was his age.

The coach still had all the trophies and medals on his office wall, not to mention the framed newspaper cuttings.

He was in the finals, up against Weisenski from Eastman; a tough heavy set guy 185ib with a mop of brown hair and cool blue eyes. The match was pretty even matched for the first couple of rounds but coach's stamina was always his downfall, and the reason he tried so hard to finish the match within three rounds.

Coach was sweating, it was the end of the fourth and Weisenski had him in a "Banana Splits", Weisenski growled and put on the pressure and then the coach felt something snap and that was the end of his wrestling career.

He recovered but was never supple enough to compete seriously again, although he was grateful when Westside offered him the job as coach some time later.

He'd been teaching the guys at Westside for a good ten years, he'd seen a lot of good kids, but none as good as himself at their age. That was until Cody came along.

Cody was a perfect wrestler, short, stocky build with something coach never had; stamina. It didn't matter if it was the first or the tenth round Cody always gave the same. With all these attributes, one was missing; his commitment to the sport.

Leaving one evening after practice Coach pulled Cody into his office by the scruff of the neck.

"Hey!" Cody protested, but coach just ignored him practically throwing him into the chair at his desk. He slowly walked around to the other side of the desk resting his hands on the desk, he leaned over towering above Cody.

"Cody, you've got so much potential, and… and…" He slams the desk with an open palm, "you're just throwing it away. I've tried to show you, explain but you just don't appear to be interested."

"Yeah, I appreciate what you're doing for me coach but…" He starts to blush, "It's complicated."

"Oh, oh… a romantic interest?"

"Yeah, kind of - they want to see me more, and I want to see so much more of them. I've not felt like this before, they're so special to me."

Coach throws his arms up into the air, "I give up! Of course you realise this leaves me only one choice."

He turns to the filing cabinet behind him and takes out what looks like a copper ball; it's dull matt golden colour with bands of bright green. He traces a pattern on the surface with his finger and green bands start to gently glow.

"Here!" He throws it to Cody who naturally catches it, suddenly he feels trapped and unable to move. "You see Cody, I think you have so much potential and I still think I'm the one to… help you." Coach gives a sly grin.

Walking over coach grasped the ball ensuring that his hands were over Cody's. The ball glowed brightly and then faded.

Cody blinked, and the ball dropped to the table with a heavy thud. Seconds later coach blinked and brought a meaty hand up to he forehead rubbing it gently. He looked down, jacket, blue shirt, and black undershirt.

"What the fuck is going on?" Coach stammered.

Cody simply looked up at the giant of a man, "Easy, just take it easy 'coach'. I'm going to win this not just for you," Cody stabs at his own chest. "But also me ME!"

"How did this happen?" Coach looks at the ball.

"It's a transference device, a way of channelling souls from one body to another. I got it from a magician, he didn't know how to work it but I found some scripts whilst I was in Tibet. With my commitment to the game and you're stamina and body we're going to the top!"

"Wait, what about me?" Questions coach, "I don't want to be you for the rest of my life."

"Look kid, once we've won the championships we'll be done and we can swap back."

"Fuck NO! that's like 10 months away!"

"Kid, you don't have a choice. I'm the only one that knows how to work the ball, if you don't cooperate then I can guarantee you won't be getting it back!"

"Now, I need to clear your calendar of any commitments."

Coach's eyes wide, "No, you can't…"

Cody's eyes dart left and right, like reading memories. "Oh, I need to talk with ‘Alex’? and there's me thinking..."

Coach could only concede defeat.

Ten months later, as we know Cody was holding the trophy surrounded by his teammates and family although there was someone else there as well, a scout - he whispered into Cody's ear and smiled. Was it a offer Cody just couldn't refuse?

“The Statement of X--- Y--- Z---" Part 4

by Seuzz

I wish you'd stop trying to discover "deep" reasons for why I was doing what I was doing. If you've got a theory--

Okay, that's an interesting idea. But you can make up any reason, if you've a mind to. Look, the fact is that I was twelve, thirteen years old when I got tangled up with Tommy DiMarco. I didn't have any "plans" or ideas, not at that age. When you're twelve you're starting to figure out who you are. In my case, maybe you can say "figuring out who I was" had a double meaning. Was I going to be myself or was I going to be Tommy DiMarco?

Yeah, I thought about staying in Tommy permanently, and there was a moment when I put the question to myself. And maybe if I had decided to stay as Tommy, everything would have turned out differently for me. Maybe we wouldn't be having this conversation. But I didn't, and that was my decision.

Well, to explain that, I have to explain everything that led up to it.

I told you last time that I had used him to get close to two girls, one I was interested in and one he was interested in. I don't know how long I waited before I returned to him, but I know I got impatient. We only had a few classes together, and I couldn't really watch him from outside. I had to get back inside him to get any news. My chance, when it came, happened the same way as the other times. He was late for gym, and I caught him at his locker. I think I remember wondering about that, but maybe I'm coloring my recollections. Anyway, there he was, half dressed, standing patiently at his locker with his back to me. And so I crawled him again.

I found out that he'd stayed close to Kathy Eason, that he was riding his bike home with her most days. But he hadn't given any more indications that he was interested in her. Once I was in him, I kept it up, of course, but kept playing things cool. Sara Durbin was another matter. Tommy had dropped her, because he was still scared of her. He'd tried a couple of times to continue that bickering I'd started between them, but he'd run off almost as soon as she returned fire. So I threw myself into with a vengeance. This time I was inside him for a few days, and had lots of time to chase her down and tease her. I pushed him hard at her, and at Kathy, and then I exited him, again at the gas station. Partly this was to see what he'd do, and also because I needed to get back home again.

To deal with my mom, I just told her that I had friends I was hanging out with and sometimes spending the night. I promised I would call her if it happened again, but she didn't seem to much care. For the school I forged a letter as insurance. It was a note saying I had chicken pox and that Tommy would be collecting my homework assignments for me. I was already planning on making an extended stay inside him.

But I was still nervous enough about taking such a step that I stayed away from him for days at a time, and when I did crawl him I'd stay inside him for only a day and a night. We fell into a pattern. I noticed that his tardiness to gym was becoming a regular thing, and that he'd be very slow about leaving the changing room. When I found him, he'd be standing at his locker with his back turned, looking for all the world like he was waiting for me.

I found out he wasn't doing much of anything when I wasn't inside him. He'd go into a holding pattern around Kathy and Sara. I had to push him. I was happy to. He wouldn't do anything without me, and the two girls, like the others, ignored me when I was being myself. But together, Tommy and I had a lot of fun with them.

And Tommy, I finally realized, felt the same way. A month or two after I'd started crawling him, I hurried into the locker room after him, and tripped. Made a big racket as I went down. I looked up in a panic. But he didn't turn around, except that his head jerked a little. Of course he'd heard me, and he's started to turn, but he'd caught himself. He just stood there, looking very tense, with his head slightly cocked. I looked up at him from the floor, breathing heavily. And then he turned back and bent his head to peer inside his locker, and didn't move. My heart was hammering, and I swallowed, and I crept up to him. I hesitated as I reached around him. I put one hand over his mouth without touching it, and the other around his torso. I paused, half expecting him to yell or turn around and punch me, but he didn't. And when I closed my arms around him, I felt him trembling. Then I was back inside him.

You'd think I could tell exactly what he knew and exactly what he was thinking, wouldn't you? But it doesn't work that way. If I'm inside you, thinking with your brain, am I thinking my thoughts or yours? And how would I tell the difference?

But it's the same with memory. As soon as I'm inside someone, their memories become mine. They feel just like mine. It's very hard for me to tell the difference between my memories and theirs. Oh, there are some ways of telling. If Tommy and I saw the same thing while I was outside him, I'll remember both perspectives, and know which one was which. If it's a memory of something I know I didn't experience, I'll know it's my memory and not his. But when you try to remember what you're thinking-- That's not something that connects to something external, so it's very hard to be sure if it's a memory of something he was thinking or a memory of something I was thinking. It's like with intentions. If I'm inside you and I decide to go to the movies, whose decision is it: yours or mine? Well, it's mine, because I'm in control, but is it a decision that comes from inside me, or is it just me acting like you would act? Memories and intentions, from the inside, are like mirror images of each other. An intention is an anticipatory memory of what you want to happen; a memory is the pretence that what happened is what you wanted to happen. So a lot of times I can't tell which thoughts genuinely belong to the person I'm crawling, and which ones are just the ones I need or want to maintain the pretence.

Anyhow, to answer your question: I knew what was happening to him, and so he knew in a general sense what was happening to him. As for how he felt about it-- Was he pleased? He felt happy when I was inside him, but that could just have been me being happy to be inside him. I only had the evidence of his behavior--the way he waited for me--to tell me that he was ... not unhappy.

Okay, to return to the story. That afternoon was the start of my longest sojourn inside him. The next morning I dropped that letter off at the front office, and then I spent three weeks inside him. And there was drama.

The first thing was that his friends had started noticing the way he acted around Kathy, and they started teasing him. I shrugged it off, got in sham fights, bragged that the girls liked me more than they liked them. I bullied a friend who claimed to have some porn into sharing it. It wasn't even real porn. We all started in earnest to swap theories about sex and the proper way to go about getting it. I was shameless and could afford to be brave, and quickly figured out I was getting a reputation as a guy who knew what was what.

I also improved my standing--our standing--by getting mixed up with Kim-- Oh, what was her name? Kim Thompson. She was one of Kathy's friends. I was over at Kathy's house and Kim was there. Kathy left to get something, and Kim started goading me, asking if I was serious about her friend. I shrugged. She asked if I had kissed Kathy. I said I hadn't. She asked if I was scared to. So I kissed Kim. She got very smug with Kathy after that, and I found out the next day that she'd told Kathy what I'd done. Kathy got upset with me and was cold for a few days. Kim tried getting between us. I went off with her alone and got her to show me her breasts. I touched them, played with them. I bragged about it afterward with the guys, and then it was Kim's turn to be upset with me. Sara even got dragged in. She seemed in a bad mood while I was joshing with her, and she called me a creep, said she'd heard what I'd done with Kim. I said I liked her because she was too smart to act like Kim. She got pissed, but I could tell I'd impressed her with that reply. She started looking at me differently after that. And Kim and Kathy stopped being friends.

Like I said, drama. I had a grand time, pushing, teasing, hinting, coaxing, leading them on and dropping them, picking them up again, keeping them off balance. It was a high wire act, but I didn't care if I fell because, after all, it wasn't me who'd hit the pavement.

That happened over the course of three weeks, and then I went home when I couldn't drag it out any longer. I expected to catch hell, but things had really gone to shit while I was away. My mom barely acknowledged my return, and if the school had been in contact with her, she didn't say anything about it.

After that, though, I mostly restricted my crawling to weekends. I'd take Tommy on Friday afternoons and relinquish him on Monday mornings. Tommy was getting the hang of things, or he was skating on my successes, because I was picking up more girls to juggle. One Friday I found out I was expected to sneak into a slumber party, which I did. I kept them all off balance by keeping my hands off them. Their hands were all over me, though. They gave me a makeover, put me in makeup and a dress and a nightgown. They pulled me this way and that. They gave me different hair styles. The following Monday most of the girls who'd been there weren't talking to each other. The guys started getting jealous, too. They heard about my little experiment in transvestism, and I got teased mercilessly. I put them in their place by giving lots of details about who was touching me and where that night. I got in a fistfight with one guy, but Tommy was athletic and had started working out, and I won real quick.

So I was having fun, up until two months before the end of the school year. That's when my dad showed up again. Maybe the school had gotten in touch with him, but I came home one Monday to find him waiting for me. My mom wasn't around--probably they'd had a hard fight and he'd driven her off temporarily. Anyway, he yelled at me, demanded to know what I'd been up to on all those weekends when I was away, why I was missing so much school, who I was hanging around with. I had more self-confidence by this point, and just hurled his own absences back at him. He hit me, sent me to my room. I went out the window, went looking for Tommy, but couldn't find him, went back home before I was missed.

The next day my dad said he was pulling me from school, that we were all moving to another town. I'd be out of school until the start of the next year. I took some final exams at the school and did well enough that they gave me whatever credit would let me pick up at the new school, wherever that was going to be.

The last time I saw Tommy, in the gym locker, I came real close to crawling into him and staying there. That was the first time I was waiting for him. He came in, and he stopped cold when he saw me. I couldn't look him in the eye, just glanced over at him, and went back to slowly changing. I think he also flinched, and also crossed slowly to his locker. He got undressed real fast, but then just stood at his locker, as usual. He was waiting for me, I could tell.

And I chickened out. I had a good life when I was inside him. I liked his family. His dad had a temper, but at least he was around. Tommy had good friends, he was popular, and had gotten really popular since we'd started ... hanging out together, so to speak. I tried thinking what the future would be like if I stayed with him. There'd be the rest of the year, after that high school. I didn't know what that would be like. It was just a big blank, stretching in front of me. It seemed very scary.

See, I could deal with the rest of my life being a blank. But to take responsibility for someone else's life, to fill in that canvas for them ... I guess it was probably at that moment that I knew that crawling people would be something I could only do temporarily. I wouldn't have the guts to take over a life permanently.

But I couldn't just leave Tommy hanging. So I went up behind him, like so many times before. I put my arms around him, one hand over his mouth. I let him relax into my arms and started to go into him. But as soon as he was passed out, I let him go. I laid him on the floor, in the same position that I always woke up in when I went inside him. Then I snuck out. I left the school grounds. I never saw him again, and I'm pretty sure he never saw me. I didn't want him to. I wanted him to think I was inside him. I figured that way he might-- Well, he might fool himself into acting the way he wanted to act, that he couldn't really act except when I was inside him.

He'd been good to me, and I like to think I'd been good for him, and that was the only gift I could think to leave him with.

I knew it was going to be hard after I left. But I didn't know how hard it was going to be. Otherwise I'd definitely have stayed inside him.

“This is too Easy”

by Slick Psych

“This is too easy,” I though to myself. “I can’t believe that I didn’t understand integrals my first time in Calculus.” I smiled knowingly to myself, imagining my cute face with its cheeky grin nicely placed in a coy smirk to the right. I mumbled to myself, “Guess what they say is true: hindsight is the best way to gauge success.

I’m livin’ proof o dat now.”

I felt my groin stir. I loved the way my voice sounded when I whispered and how naturally I had assimilated to a Black teenage boy’s dialect. I felt as though I oozed sex appeal without even trying. In fact, I know that I did. Not only was I the creme de la creme of my senior class, I was also a trophy boyfriend. At least that’s what Shaya tells all the school… and what Jace tells me during our private time! As I finished up the test my thoughts immediately began turning to the homecoming game tonite. I looked up from my seat in the back of the room and saw D’Andre hard at work. He felt my glance and looked up at me and asked in a rather loud whisper: “Nigga, you finished dis shit already?”

“Yea homes it ain’t dat hard.”

“Shiiyt. Imma fail dis test fo real foo. Mr. Simmons ain’t teach us this shit.”

I couldn’t focus on his complaining. I was more interested in his shoes. “Nigga when is you gonna lemme borrow dem kicks.”

“I ‘unno. When are you gunna actually find time to tutor a nigga?”

Caitlyn, sitting in front of me, turned around. “Boys, I respect your choice of language and endorse your right to speak freely but….”

“Ayyy.. I gotchu.” I said. “Our bad… err.. mistake.” She smiled. “Ready for the game Xavier?”

“Yea we gonna dominate dem byatches.” She rolled her eyes and I realized what I had said. “Errr.. yo sorry Katy. But yea we’re gonna go all the way this year!”

I stood up as quietly as I could but my key ring kinda announced my movements. I felt that my pants had slacked some so I tugged at them and took a long upward stretch lifting my arms as high as I could above my head. I stretched far enough up so that Caitlyn (and D’Andre) could see the bottom of my waist and the nice treasure trail of hair at the base of my navel that led to my groin area. I brought my right hand under my shirt, feeling the outline of my abs and doing it nonchalantly so that as I gave her my million dollar smirk I knew that she would blush a little. Out of the corner of my eye I saw D’Andre looking too… I knew that look of jealously/admiration: the look other men give you when you know that they hate you AND want to be you. I looked at the clock and realized that I had finished the test in only 30minutes. “Daymn…” I said to no one in particular in a heavy sigh. I still have an hour in this class to kill.

I sauntered up to the teacher’s desk; my body just naturally having a swagger and sway in my walk. I knew that I had successfully assimilated not only my speech to Xavier’s and his peers, but also my mannerisms. As far as I was concerned, I was and always will be Xavier Brown through and through. I handed my test to Mr. Simmons and he immediately looked at it.

“I must not be making it hard enough.”

“Nah, sir, it’s plenty hard because the rest o the class is still taking it.”

“Guess you’re just confident, huh?”

“Guess so.”

“You seem to have made a small error on number five here.” He said as he handed me my test back.

“No sir, I’m positive everythin’ is correct.” He looked down again.

“Ah, so it is. I can’t slip anything past you.”

“Sir, I’ve already copied down tha homework off tha board and seeing as how this is fourth period may I be excused to head on down to the field to warm up befo the rest of the team arrives?”

Simmons kept staring at my paper, no doubt trying his best to find a mistake. I stood next to his desk in obedient attention waiting for him to finish grading. When he finished he looked up at me, put his glasses on his desk and put his palms on his cheeks.

“Another perfect paper,” He dejectedly admitted and I heard the class behind me let out moans.

“Xavier, you always skew the bell curve!” cried the class president, Bethany.

“Sorry ya’ll nex time Imma be stupid to help ya’ll out.” I janked with a smile and did a mockingly humble Japanese style bow in the direction of the class with my hands by my side.

“Whateva” yelled D’Andre, “next time you gonna help a homie out by doing group study!”

Mr. Simmons interjected, “All right, all right. Settle down everybody and do your best. We’ll discuss results when it’s time to discuss results.” He looked at me. “Yes, Mr. Brown, you are free to head to the field.”

“Thanks and good lookin’ out, Sir” I said. I went back to my desk, got my gym bag and backpack and started to head out the door. Mr. Simmons cried out: “Mr. Brown, come here please.” Again, I sauntered over to his desk. “You’ve made a big academic turn around since the second semester of your sophomore year. And from what I understand you’ve scored excellent on your SATs and AP tests. I know that the State University’s recruiters are going to be at the game tonite, but I don’t want you to rule out some more… how do I say this nicely… academically rigorous programs of higher learning.”

I smiled, put my hand to my face and acted like I was stroking a longer goatee than what I was sporting. My friends and I like to call it acting like an ‘old school white man.’ In a mocking tone, I said: “Oh, you mean such fine schools as Hahvahd and MIT my good man.” Simmons smiled and gave me a pat on my butt (I know he had been dying for an excuse to try to touch it all term…)

“Yes I do,” Simmons said. “I’ll be more than willing to help you with your applications. You still have a solid two months before they’re due. We can get it done in that time.” He offered his hand out to shake mine.

“Thank you, sir.” I said and gave him a hearty handshake back. He added, while subtly licking his lips and using his green eyes to stare squarely into my dark brown eyes: “They’re looking for young men who are like you….”

“Black n poor? Guess all those years o slavery needta be compensated somehow n scholarship is a good way.”

“Look at it as you will…but men like you have a lot to offer… to other men… so don’t hesitate to come talk to me about anything,,,, ever…” I knew what he was getting at, and since I have a good since of humour I wink and say: “I won’t.”

As I walk down the hall I laugh. “Daymn dat Bill Simmons is a pervert hahah and has a bad case of da jungle fever… daymn.. always has been lecherous tho,” I say to no one in particular. Bill was once my colleague… until two years ago when I possessed Xavier. But who knows? As a way to motivate him to write some amazing recommendations for me I just might let him get a lil’ taste of my chocolate. My teenage brain liked the thought of it: “His bitch ass can suck some cock. He’ll go inta cardiac arrest just tastin some of mah cum. It’ll no doubt be da best suck n fuck he’s eva had…”

I walked out of the building and headed towards the fieldhouse. Since I was the first one there, I had to unlock the door to the locker room. I threw my items on the bleacher in the changing room and started to strip out of my school jersey. I always liked warming up in the near-nude. I stood with just my black wife beater clinging to my chocolate colored chest, grabbed some basketball shorts but didn’t put any underwear on underneath and pulled out my old white high top Nikes… no socks of course. I ran a hand over the tops of my pectoral muscles. I spotted a mirror on the other side of the room and looked at my full body. I was a black teenager with options opened up to me; I fully intended to use them well.

I already smelled my musk; it always turns me on.

Going from a 50 year old Chinese immigrant to this form was a culture shock, then it slowly transformed into an opportunity. It wasn’t Xavier’s fault that his body was the mortal form that my soul bound itself to after my scientific dabbling into black magic went awry. It was all random; I could’ve very well been slung into the form of an older disabled woman! I’ll never forget the first few hours I spent in my new body, which was 16 at that time. The hormone rush! The psychological stimulation! The sight remorse that my presence in this form locked the original soul into a deep sleep from which there is never an awakening. After spending hours masturbating in my athletic body, I made the old Xavier some promises to honour the gift fate had decided that he was destined to give me. I would always take care of his family, I would obtain superior education, wealth, and social status in his name. and I would have at least one biological child with the seed in this body. Though my spirit could personally care less about the final promise… I will honour that the original owner was privy to reproductive intercourse. “Dat shit cray tho,” I laugh internally.

But now, that last promise was the furthest away. I had to impress the recruiter. I started by doing 100 crunches, sit-ups, and push-ups. I was sweating. I am horny. Then, I head to the weights to do reps on my upper arms and chest. I look at my face in the mirror; I’m sweating. I notice my hair and how it’s lined-uped. I’ve always liked how Black boys could get razored haircuts like this. I like how when I go to Lorenzo’s shop he always makes me look fresh. I focus.

Yup. I reiterate my promises as I prepare for some intense 30 minute training before the crew gets here: “Wit me in dis body Imma go all da way. Harvard… medical school… researcher scholar… entrepreneur and world traveller all the while keepin physically fit. Xavier’s life with me in control is good; my life is good.

Caption This! (25 Feb)

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Mixing it up a bit now, I thought I’d setup a scenario and let you run with it – OR choose your own story.

**THE STORIES ARE IN THE COMMENTS**

Curtis looked over at Romeo, damn he was amazing – he had it all, but it wasn’t always like that of course before he found that locket he was an awkward kid but after – WOW!

What was this magic he had?

“What if…”

“The Statement of X--- Y--- Z---" Part 3

by Seuzz

Where we last time? Well, I was over there and you were--

Ah. You won't permit me my little jokes. Well, then, if I recall correctly, when we broke last time I was inside Tommy DiMarco. After PE I went on being him, going to his classes and changing out books at his locker. Goofing off in the hallways. I was having so much fun I didn't think ahead to what would happen when the final bell rang, so I had no idea what to do when I found myself walking around in front of the school.

Should I let him go? Should I just stay inside him? I kept edging up to the bike rack where he had his bike, and kept glancing over at the school bus I was supposed to take back to my own home. I fiddled with his shoes. I checked out the insides of his backpack. Finally the buses all pulled away, leaving me behind, feeling a little sick and a little exhilarated. I'd somehow managed to lose his friends, who he usually hung out with, so it was just me and a few stragglers after the buses were gone.

And then Kathy Eason came out. Kathy had long black hair and violet eyes and she wore what the boys called "happy jeans" because they made you happy when you looked at her wearing them. My breath always got short and shallow when she was around, and a lot of times I hid so she wouldn't see me. But now I was Tommy DiMarco, and I didn't feel nearly as nervous when she came up to the bike rack.

She was smiling and said something about how she never ran into me at the bike rack, even though we both rode our bikes home. I said something about how I was late because I got stuck in my last class, and said I'd ride back with her. We got on our bikes and rode along next to each other, slow and easy. I wanted to panic--I was riding bikes with Kathy Eason!--but my heart was beating very slowly and my brain was very cool. I made some jokes and she told me some things about herself, and I listened and said some other things. And when we got to her street I almost forgot to ride down it with her. But I remembered in time and went with her until we got to her driveway. We stopped there and talked some more. I kept looking at her. I wanted to stare at her, to drink her in, but I was so relaxed I'm sure it just came out as polite interest. She wouldn't look at me, though. She seemed a little flushed after the ride, and her breath was short, and she kept looking around while talking. Eventually we ran out of stuff to say, and I just cocked my head and said "See you tomorrow," and she nodded. I started to back out into the street, but stopped when she turned with a hop and practically skipped into her garage.

That's when I knew she had a serious crush on Tommy.

Well, of course she did. I hadn't noticed before, because when looking at her I'd look at her, not at what she was looking at, but I saw other girls do the same thing around Tommy. And I was thinking with Tommy's brain, so I knew he'd seen it to. But even though he'd noticed, he hadn't put two and two together. He was totally oblivious to the effect he had on the girls.

Now, here's where it gets complicated. This moment--I remember it so clearly because it was the first moment I really began to understand what I had with this crawling business. It was the first moment I realized that while I was inside him we were really the same person. I was thinking with his brain, so whatever I realized, he would realize too. And now that I'd realized that Kathy liked him-- Well, then he realized it too. And so his instincts kicked in, and all these chemicals started washing through him, and so they started washing through me. I felt exactly what he would feel--that's why he was so cool around Kathy when I was so nervous. That's what made it so easy to pretend to be him.

But at the same time I had my own thoughts--which I was sharing with him--and my own feelings. So I also had my own perspective. It was like when you're watching yourself on a TV monitor. You see the world from where you are, but you also see it from outside yourself. Well, I was looking at the world as if I was Tommy DiMarco, but I was also looking at it from outside.

My skin began to prickle all over, and that queer smile probably showed up on my face again. I could be him, but I could also be better than him, because I had a perspective on him that he couldn't. When I was inside Tommy, I knew more about him than he could know, and also more about him than I could know.

Well, not at first, no. I was a kid, I couldn't think through all this, but I could feel it. At the time, I just noticed that I was having two different reactions to Kathy, and to the realization that she had a crush on him. Tommy was wary, more than anything else. See, he was a nice kid, a really nice kid. He didn't like hurting people's feelings. He worried: How would Kathy feel if she knew that he didn't like her, not the way she liked him? He got uncomfortable, too, at thinking there were so many other girls who he didn't like the way they liked him.

Me, I was shocked, shocked to discover that he didn't like the girls the way I liked them or the way that they liked him. He actually didn't think about girls all that much. They were furniture, background. He had his pals to play with.

Oh for Pete's sake, don't go jumping to conclusions. I told you, we were twelve. Some boys get started early and some get started late. Tommy was just one of the late-starters. Anyway, there was one girl he had noticed.

His brain--our brain--was spinning really fast as I pedaled back to his house. The girls and what to do about them. Suddenly my heart jumped when I thought of Sara Durbin. I hadn't noticed her because we didn't have classes together, but Tommy had classes with her, and she basically did to him what Kathy did to me. Personally, I wouldn't have seen it if I hadn't been inside him. She had blonde hair and kind of an impudent face. Strong nose and chin, almost Semitic, but toned down. Something about her face, though, got to him. And she was whip-smart and funny, and he liked it when she cracked wise. Sometimes he'd tease her a little, so she'd crack back at him, but he'd scamper away instead of standing and fighting back. He was afraid of her.

I had a lot to think about when I got back to his house, but I covered it up by doing his homework and his chores and staying on his dad's good side. In fact, I had so much to think about that I didn't actually think about it afterward, and just wasted time on TV and then bed. The next morning I was tired and a little freaked out, so I decided to leave him. I managed to be late to PE again, and when I had the locker room to myself I exited him. I hid in the showers until I heard him leave, then dressed out myself and went into the gym. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, during gym and in the one class we had together after gym. He hadn't seen me, before or after I crawled him, and I wondered what he'd do or how he'd act.

He didn't do anything. He seemed subdued, though. I thought I caught him looking at me suspiciously, once. But I caught the same expression on his face when he was looking at some other people. He lit out early after school, and I watched him go while sitting on the school bus.

No, I didn't get in trouble at home. She only said that if I was gonna spend the night with friends I should call. I don't think she cared much. There was some stuff going on at home, but that gets more important later, and we can talk about it when it'll make more sense.

There weren't any more repercussions, at school or anyplace else. I eyeballed a few other people, wondering if I could crawl them. But there wasn't much doubt about who I'd crawl if I had the chance, and a few days later it came. Tommy was late for gym again. I saw him dart across the gym floor, and I sidled after him. Caught him again, half-dressed, at his gym locker, and took him from behind without him seeing me. It felt like I'd never been away from him. Because, of course, I had his brain again, and his brain hadn't been outside his body, so yeah, it would feel like I hadn't been away from him.

He'd been avoiding Kathy after school, but that day I lingered, and when she showed up I said I'd been waiting for her, and we rode back to her house together. She was even redder and more out of breath when we got there, and she seemed really distracted while I talked to her. I finally shut up and just looked at her. She stopped looking all around and looked at me, and that's when I hit her with it. "You're the prettiest girl in school," I said. She stared and then she swallowed. I just smiled and waved and took off down the street. Stood up on the bike and pumped the pedals, and like a showoff shot around the corner with my arms held out like wings. I knew she'd be watching me, and I wanted to look good, and I knew Tommy looked really good doing that on that bike, because I'd seen him do it before.

No, he wasn't keen on Kathy, but I was keen on her, and damn if I wasn't going to take advantage of where I was and who I was. But I made it up to him. That night I called up Sara, to ask about homework, and wound up talking to her for an hour. His heart was hammering all the time, but I wasn't scared of her, and I kept him cool and smart. I talked trash at her like she was one of his friends, and she talked trash back. We got each other all wound up, but we had fun. Oh, we had fun. I gave it to her good, and I could tell she liked it. And I-- I mean, Tommy loved it. After I hung up I went in the bathroom and locked the door and took out his cock, which was stiff and twinging, and massaged it. Stroked it and squeezed it and sucked on my lower lip while thinking of Kathy and Sara. Neither Tommy nor I had figured out how to climax yet, so I was exhausted but still jumpy when I fell into bed about twenty minutes later. Kicked at the covers for an hour before falling asleep.

I took extra care getting dressed the next morning. I wore a button-down shirt over a white t-shirt and some khakis. Got his mom to play with my hair a little. I caught her smiling, so she must've figured a girl was behind it. I took the bike ride slow so I wouldn't raise a sweat. When I got to school I went and found Sara at her locker. Started the argument all over again. See, I'd figured out how to treat her in a way that'd make Tommy happy, so that's what I did. I treated her like one of the guys, with that unconscious confidence that he had with the other girls. But I made time for Kathy too. I ignored her, and then I was rude to her. She seemed crushed, until after school when she found me sitting on the bike rack waiting for her. "I'm not going home, I'm going to McDonalds," I said. She said, "What do I care?" I said, "I dunno, what do you care, unless you wanna go with me." She got all stiff and twitchy and looked at the ground and then she shrugged and we rode off to McDonalds. We talked some more, but she was kinda quiet. Afterwards, though, I said "I'm glad you came with me. It means you like me, right?" And she flinched and got kind of nasty. "Maybe," is what she said. I said, "Then I'm glad I didn't try kissing you." That made her jump. "Because," I said, "that's what I'd've had to do if you didn't come to McDonalds with me. Because, you know, you really are pretty."

She looked kind of aghast, and I left her looking like that and rode away. I pedaled out to an abandoned gas station and went into the bathroom, and that's where I exited him. I hid in the old service bays until he'd left.

See, I'd set him up with two different girls, and I wanted to see what he'd do without my influence.

Love Story (by curious)

It was a little weird as Oliver sat there in the pool, he thought to himself for a moment, wondering just how long ago ‘it’ had happened… About 10 years? Yeah, sounds about right. It happened when him and Tylar were 17…

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Tylar lay there holding Oliver, it was their last night together before both of them went off to college the following day; not just opposite sides of the country, but in fact, worlds. Oliver’s dad had gotten a job in Russia working in a lab somewhere. Oliver laid there with his head on Tylar’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, memorizing every pulse, hoping that maybe he could match his own beat to the other’s so that at least… some way they could still have something. He was snapped back to reality when he felt a gentle kiss on his forehead. Oliver looked up and smiled when he saw Tylar’s loving gaze admiring him fondly before leaning in for a kiss. Oliver wished this moment could last forever, but he knew that the coming of tomorrow would sever their innocent silence.

“Hold out your hands.” Tylar instructed of Oliver before reaching into his desk-drawer and pulling out a small azure sphere. He lay it gently in Oliver’s palms before resting his hands on top of it. Tylar bit his lip, “I have a plan, but you need to trust me, alright?” Oliver brightened, hoping that somehow Tylar had figured something out, some way they could stay together. “Of course I trust you” Oliver said before rubbing noses with Tylar. “Good, now... just close your eyes for a minute and try to cleanse your mind of any thoughts.” “This seems a little silly” Oliver frowned. “Just trust me?” Tylar said with that cocky, all-knowing smile that Oliver loved. “Alright” He closed his eyes.

What happened next surprised both of them, a gentle energy seemed to flow from the orb filling up both of them before returning to the sphere and filling up the other and cracking in half.

“Wh-wha?! How?!” Oliver said when he saw Tylar’s cocky smile on his reflection. “I told you, I have a plan… “ he placed one half of the sphere into Oliver’s hand and enclosed his fingers on it and took the other into his own, “We’ll stay swapped like this until next we see each other… I promised to wait for you, and this way, we’ll have a part of each other.” Oliver smiled before leaning in for a kiss, how strange it felt to kiss his own body… but he kind of liked it. Strange how just a kiss felt so different in someone else’s body…

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“Hey, you daydreaming again?” Tylar said coming out from the house. Oliver laughed, “You know it!” He raised a hand and stared at it; even though this was originally his body, it still felt foreign and yet, somehow familiar. He felt a slight nibble on his neck, “If you’re done checking yourself out stud, I’d like to spend a romantic evening with my fiancé.” Oliver smiled, he still couldn’t get used to that title. He had waited for this day for so long… and now all of their patience had come to fruition as Tylar began to lead Oliver to their bedroom…

"First Day"

by Nemo

Luis could barely contain his excitement. His first day of college was finally here. After everything he'd gone through to get here, it was finally happening. He'd settled into his dorm room and had packed his bag for his first class. But before he could go to class he had one final job to do.

He turned on his laptop and opened his video messenger. Using a different log-in from his usual one, he clicked on an active account and waited until he was connected.

As the red flashing light on the screen told him he was live, he started talking.

"Will dude, the day's finally here. I almost can't believe it, it's been so long since I started on this road. But this is definitely no anti-climax, this is it, this is everything I've ever wanted." Luis paused and looking at his image on the screen, he briefly brushed his hand through his hair, an almost, but not totally subconscious move.

"Anyway, this place is everything I ever dreamt it was. I've already joined the campus gym, I mean you've got to stay in shape, haven't you. My roomies a cool guy, kind of cute, but not sure if he swings that way." He paused again and took a breath.
"Look dude, I know I'm rambling, but the thing is, I know this is our last talk and you're going to have to move on and everything. I guess I'm scared at the thought of doing this without you. I mean I know I can do this without you, but part of me still wants the reassurance of knowing you're there...". He stopped interrupted by a knock on the door and a muffled voice that called out "Come on bro, you don't want to be late for your first class!"

Luis yelled back "With you in 2 minutes bro." and then turned back to the camera.

"Well I guess that's it. Our times nearly up. I know it's time to say goodbye, that if I don't I'll never truly be my own man. So goodbye and thanks for everything. It's going to be amazing." and with a last grin at the camera, he shut down the laptop and headed out of his room for his first day.

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In a darkened room, the end of Luis' video call was greeted with silence and then the figure watching, slowly wiped the back of his hand across one eye, wiping away an almost imaginary tear. "It's always so hard when they leave" he announced to the room in general.

He walked over to a long packing case that was leant upright against a wall, facing the computer screen. Strapped firmly into the case was the cocooned form of a young man, his entire body wrapped tight in a dark black shiny material, it's surface featureless, save for a couple of strategically placed tubes. Only the occupants face was free of the black material, even his freshly shaven head was encased. A gag prevented any noise escaping from the trapped young man.

"Well, your time here is done, Luis" said the figure "Now that the new Luis has firmly integrated into your old life, we no longer need you for any more background information." He picked up a gas mask made from the same material as the cocoon, but with no eyeholes. "So it's time for you to go to my very special academy where you'll receive all the training you need to be the perfect boy-toy. And in the fullness of time, once you've been a good slave, you'll get your turn to be a young college boy. We'll even let you pick who you get to replace, just like the new Luis did with you."

He pulled the gas mask down over the real Luis's head, isolating him totally. Just before he closed up the packing case he leant over and said "Enjoy your first day."

Non-Disclosure

You're sitting in the plush caravan, it was top money bought this you could tell but Chris's agent always make sure his clients were treated well.

You've been working on the film for six weeks now, wasn't paid well but your job was simple; just be an understudy for Chris. Well to be honest not so much an understudy but to keep him out of trouble in the evenings and help the big lug with his lines, yeah he was a good actor but had the memory of a goldfish!

You'd just got yourself coffee and getting settled in the large couch by the window to go over tomorrows scenes.

You flip through the script reading out some lines aloud;

“The answers you seek shall be yours, once I claim what is mine.”

“This mortal form grows weak. I require sustenance!” You smile to yourself and say the line again before taking a gulp of your coffee.

Flipping through the script a bit more, you read another line “My friends, have you forgotten all that we have done together? Fandral, Hogun, who led you into the glorious of battles?” You make a note in the margin to remind Chris to use the correct inflection.

There's some shouting outside, but you don't take any notice until there is a thumping on there door. Jumping to your feet you run and open the door.

Colin, Chris's agent rushes in closely followed by Chris  helped by two of the production crew.

Colin was already on the phone calling Chris's own doctor, as the crew helped Chris limping to the couch. 

You knew he wasn’t looking forward to doing this scene, he hated working with animals, but it looked like the animals didn't like working with him either.

Colin ushered the crew out telling them to bring the Doc around as soon as they saw him.

“what happened?"

“Stupid ass fell off a horse didn't he! Fuck Chris, there is a lot of money riding on this contract and you go and break your ankle. I think I've convinced Kenneth it's just a sprain but we have to start filming again tomorrow!”

There's a knock at the door, it's the Doc.

“OK, give Chris some air. Let's see what the problem is.”

The Doc examines Chris, “Yup, definitely broken.” He gets his phone out and dials a number. Looking over his glasses he waits to be connected. “Ahhh, Mr. Branagh? Yes, its Dr. Wiseman Chris's personal doctor. Is it broken?“ He looks over at Chris, “No, no its not broken just a simple sprain. He’ll be back good as new tomorrow after some pain killers and sleep.”

Chris looks over to Colin, “So it's over?”

“Yeah shit head it's over!” Colin slams his briefcase onto the table and opens it. Turning to you he says, “Looks like its time for you to shine.”

You look confused as he beckons you over, “You want to be a rich man?”

You nod.

He slaps a huge document on the table, “It's a non-disclosure agreement. You'll need to sign it, you too Chris.”

He points to several places in the document and you sign it, then Colin gets more signatures from Chris in various places. Dr. Wiseman witnesses it.

“Well it was great while it lasted I guess” Groaned Chris, “What three years wasn't it?”

“Three years, six months,” Replied Colin, “one of the longest agreements.”

“I hate working with fucking animals.” Chris moaned, “Doc, give me something for this pain will you?”

The Doc gave him a shot, and Chris responded with a slightly spaced out smile.

“So, we'd better get this swapped out then. Dr. Wiseman, can you assist?”

“Don't see why not, it won't be the first time.”

You look confused as both Colin and the Doc approach Chris. The Doc sticks his fingers in Chris's mouth and yanks it to the right, your eyes widen as it stretches abnormally. “Gaaah.” Chris gargles.

There is some struggling, but your view is obscured by the Doc. With a lot of cussing he steps back, and your mouth drops. There lying on the couch is, well some guy you've never seen before but with Chris's body! Around his neck is Chris's squished up face.

“What the fuck is going on?” You mutter under your breath.

Colin turns to look at you, “Well as you've signed the NDA, I guess I can tell you. Chris here doesn't really exist, he's a character I created six years ago. I have different people with the appropriate skills for the acting role to wear him. That's why he's so popular. Danny here has been Chris for the past three years.”

“And six months.” Pipes Danny.

You look over, and while you've been talking to Colin the Doc has removed the remainder of Chris body from the naked Danny. He holds up the bodysuit, “Ready for a role change? From understudy to mega-star?”

“Oh yeah!” you reply starting to remove your clothes.

It's not long before the Doc has helped you into the suit and you're admiring your new form in the mirror.

“This is fucking awesome!” You yell in Chris's voice.

“But what will happen to Danny?”

“Danny will do fine, I’ll make sure he's looked after and when he’s well again we’ll sign him up with a new contract. We need someone to play Chris Evans in The Avengers in about six months.”

“You mean Chris Evans is... a suit as well?”

“Yup, one of our more popular actors, there must have been at least four people playing him over the past three years.”

You blink, wondering how many other actors are mere suits, maybe you'll find out soon.

Six months later you were working with Danny again…

Will o' the wisps

by Lord Wilmore

This whole story happened a several years ago. It was Samhain, what is usually called Halloween today. My friends and I had the tradition to venture in Ireland mainland so we could have a night by ourselves, to think about the past, the present and the future. On that year, we went for the mountains. Old Irish mythology always speaks of the mountains as one of the main hiding place for the “Little People” (Faeries, gnomes, pixies, etc), we thought it would be suitable for such a night.

We arrived there around 8 o’clock. We knew the sun was going down around 9;30 at this time of the year so we hurried up to gather a lot of wood for the bonfire. Such was the tradition of the Samhain, gather a huge pile of wood, light it, sit around and drink, chat, cry. (Could happen depending on the memories recalled, because the whole night chatting was based on old time memories and how we would see the upcoming year.) After an hour or so, we managed to get a 8 feet tall pile of wood. The sky was slowly darkening but we decided to wait for sunset to lit the bonfire. We had about half an hour to wait. Scott, my best friend, went for a piss while I remained with Rick. We opened two bottles of beer and looked at the skies, seeing the first stars appear. Rick was quite charming, like always. I had a crush on him since elementary school but never had the courage to tell him. We were both remaining silent. I was focusing on each of his breath, hearing his cloth move with his rising chest. I was barely looking at the sky anymore, I didn’t notice it go completely dark. It is Rick which got me out of that state when he made me realize we didn’t see Scott back since he went empty his bladder.

We went out in the woods, calling his name:

“Scott! Scott! Where are you bud!”

No answer.

We began to freak out, what could have happened, was there someone around in the wood? That would be exceptional, the nearest town is numerous kilometres away. I looked deeply in Rick’s eyes and told him:

“Rick, I’m scared.”

He didn’t answer but grabbed me by the hand; my heart was almost trying to rip out of my chest. He brought me deeper into the woods, I didn’t question him. Suddenly, he disappeared. He left my hand and jumped sideway in the shadow of the forest. I saw some dancing flame-like lights come and dance around me.

I saw a huge flash of light and when I came back to myself, it wasn’t the night anymore. Daylight shinned upon my body, which was now shirtless. I was chained to two trees. Isaw Rick on my side, he was grinning, and shirtless too but not chained. He walked up to me:

“Hello there jock boy”, he said.

“Wh- What? Rick you know I’m skinny as hell and that I am far from being such a “jock” as you call me” I answered.

He laughed, “Not anymore” and waved his hand. As soon as he did, a small pond of water appeared at my feet so I could see my reflection. The man chained to the trees wasn’t me, at least didn’t look like my actual self. I began to freak.

“What happened? Did you do this to me?”

He snapped his fingers: the chains disappeared. He grabbed my hand and said on a low tone:

“I can’t really tell you. But I know you wanted to be with me, but I just couldn’t have a relationship with a mortal. Now, however, things quite changed for you.”

I stood there, confused about all he just said to me. He smiled and caressed my abdominals. He moved up forward on the trail. I noticed a tattoo I never saw before on his shoulder.

“Oh, that’s nothing, now follow!”

I didn’t argue and followed him. He brought me to some kind of mushroom circle in the middle of the room. He stopped just before it and grabbed my hand.

“Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” I answered.

“Ready for your new life” He said with a smirk.

From now on I can’t really tell you the story. All I can tell you is that we got together in the mushroom circle and since then, Rick and I are living happily together. Oh, and for those of you wondering, Scott got safely to his house that night… that night where everything changed.

“The Statement of X--- Y--- Z---" Part 2

by Seuzz

I didn't tell you last time how much I enjoy the view from here. You have a very nice place.

No, I don't have anything more to say about Billy Resch. I'm suppose I'm sorry that he-- No, never mind, I'm not sorry. It was a very long time ago, and we were both just kids. Neither of us knew better. I don't feel anything about him. Does that make me a sociopath?

Yeah, okay, be cagey.

Well, it was a long time before I tried crawling anyone again. I wasn't even sure I had done it, whatever "it" was. It had seemed like a dream, being inside Billy, being him, making him do ... things. It was like a fantasy I didn't know I'd wanted to have.

No, not if you mean, did I fantasize about doing to other kids what I did to Billy. But sometimes I would imagine what it would be like being them. When I was bored in class I'd imagine myself being behind their eyes, looking at the world from behind their desks, having people talking to me like they thought I was them. What I would say back, how I would feel.

I guess Stephen Ketchum was the one I thought most about. He was a boy in my fourth and fifth grade classes. He was a popular kid, especially with the other boys. He played basketball, had a nice bike. Smart, too. Good at math. Sometimes I daydreamed about how I could get into him, like I'd gotten into Billy. The easiest way, of course, would be to invite him over to my house. He lived in my neighborhood. I could get him in my bedroom, shove myself into him, then go back to his house like ... Well, like I was Stephen Ketchum. But that never occurred to me. Instead, I kept thinking of ways I could trick him into inviting me over to his house.

Well, when you're a kid you're not good at thinking through the mechanics of things. I mean, you can come up with all kinds of bizarre and complicated schemes. Like, if I could get his friend Aaron to invite me over to his house, and then arrange for Stephen to invite Aaron over on the same day, so that I'd have to tag along-- Silly stuff.

I think maybe in Stephen's case-- I think I didn't really want to crawl him. I just wanted to be friends with him, and that's why I wanted him to invite me over.

No, I had friends. Greg Byerly and Todd Mack. My summer afternoons weren't empty. But Stephen was popular and Greg and Todd and me weren't.

In fact, I stopped thinking about crawling, even in the abstract, for a while. I don't remember thinking much about it much when I was in the sixth grade. The seventh grade, though, we moved. It wasn't a bad school, but the jump into junior high with totally new classmates in a new city. It was ... unsettling. And I was getting older. I was getting interested in ... in other people's bodies.

Well, like any healthy kid, I guess, I was starting to notice how they were built. The aesthetics, you might say. I noticed the girls' boobs and hair, of course. But I was also sizing up the guys. You know, the competition.

Yeah, that was when I did my second crawl. Tommy DiMarco was his name, this twelve-year-old kid. He was Italian, played baseball in the sun a lot, so he was dark complected. His mom ran a beauty shop, so his hair was-- Oh, it was a nice haircut. Lotsa thick, dark hair, trimmed and combed in these waves. He liked to run, so he was lean. Had a bright white smile. All the guys liked him, because he had energy but was real easy-going. And all the girls were in love with him. For me, at first, it was like Stephen Ketchum all over again. I wanted to be friends with him. But I was totally in awe of him, because he so totally outclassed me. I couldn't talk to him. He was an alpha, I was ... I was nobody.

And I didn't even think about crawling him. Until it just happened.

See, I wasn't even sure I could do it anymore. But then one afternoon-- Okay, so I have PE with him. And one day I'm late for I don't remember what reason, and everyone is dressed out when I get to the gym, so I have to run into the locker room. And there's Tommy, because he's also running late. He's standing with his back to me. He's in his underwear, and he's about to put on his shirt. And I saw his back and his legs and that haircut and--

I don't even remember walking over to him. It was like I was floating. And I just reached around him and covered his mouth. I felt him stiffen, and then I felt like I was fainting. My hands seemed to be melting into putty, and I didn't have any feeling in my arms or my legs. I was sinking.

Yeah, it was a lot easier than it had been with Billy Resch. I guess that was part of puberty in my case, that the transformation went faster, more liquidly. Anyway, next thing I knew I was pulling myself up onto one of the benches in front of the locker. I was shaking, a little, I remember. I was wearing nothing but these tidy whities, and I looked down and they were definitely Tommy's legs. It was a real shock. I mean, it was only the second time I'd done it, and the first time was years before. And again, I felt that tap on the back of the head, like he was behind me, trying to get my attention. And I jerked and looked around, but it was just me in the locker room. I took a deep breath and I relaxed, and it was like falling backward into a deep pool of really warm water. All his memories and everything flooded around me and soaked into me.

I'm glad no one was in there watching me when I did what I did next. I pulled on his flannel shorts quick and snapped the elastic as it settled around my waist. I sat down and pulled on the socks and the sneakers just as fast, yanking the dirty laces tight. I snatched the smelly t-shirt out of the locker and whipped it down over my head, then tugged at the front so it'd settle. Raised a foot behind me and grabbed it and stretched my leg, then stretched the other one, then put my hands behind my back, you know, one over your shoulder and the other up behind your waist, and clasped hands and stretched my arms. Ran my fingers fast through that mop of hair and tossed it back. He took care of it, but he liked to look like he didn't.

I was glad no one was watching, because, you see ... I was totally being Tommy while doing it, but the whole time, I had this queer little smile on my face. I was watching myself as I was doing those moves, feeling how easy and right all the little flourishes and gestures were. I was moving his body, but I was totally synched up with his instincts. But if anyone'd seen that smile I had, they'da known something was really wrong. Because it wasn't a natural smile, I'm pretty sure.

But I relaxed that creepy smile into big ol' grin as I trotted out into the gym and I called to my friends-- His friends, but now mine. And they tossed me the basketball. It felt so smooth and comfortable in my hands. I'd never been better than what you might call adequate with a basketball, but now I was Tommy, and I could make it do whatever I wanted. And me and those friends were shouting and running and laughing with it. I made a couple of layups and I missed a couple, and I yelled at the guys, and I'm grinning the whole time, and there's nothing queer or sinister about that grin, it's just me, Tommy DiMarco, having a great time like I always do at PE.

And then I hear one of the guys call out, asking where I am. Not asking where Tommy is, he's asking where I am. I guess coach was asking about me, because no one ever really paid attention to me. I remember I had the ball in my hands, and I froze for just an instant, and someone stole it from me. And I cursed and turned and chased him down, though of course I was laughing. But all the time I also had this little wheel running inside my head. Well, two of 'em.

One is saying "I'm inside Tommy DiMarco, I am Tommy DiMarco, I'm nowhere, it's just me, and I'm Tommy DiMarco. Forget about me, there is no me, there never was a me, there's just Tommy DiMarco and that's all I've ever been."

And the other is Tommy DiMarco's brain. It hears my name and it goes-- "Huh? Who? Oh yeah. Him. Whatever." Which is kind of a kick in the stomach. His brain--my brain now--the reflex is-- He knows who I am, but he doesn't care about me. Pfft. I'm just that quiet kid no one really pays attention to. That he never paid attention to.

You'd think that, wouldn't you. That that'd make me mad.

Actually, funny you ask. You got a folder on Tommy too, next to Billy Resch's?

That's too bad. I don't Google many people. I gotta say, I'm real curious to know what happened to him after-- Well, let's just say "after."

But I see the hour is up. I guess this one ends on a cliffhanger.

Caption This! (18 Feb)

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Mixing it up a bit now, I thought I’d setup a scenario and let you run with it – OR choose your own story.

Frat Party Night; “Damn who where those guys with Jonah I don’t know any of them. Fuck,” James slurred, “give me some more of that shit he brought with him.”

The two guys, just smile at each other and topped up James’s glass with some of the blue milky liquid that Jonah’s brought with him.

“Fuck, this is good shit! got a real bite to it. Where did you go earlier? Us Bro’s are meant to stick together!”

One of the guys just laughed, “No worries bro’ we ain’t going to leave you again.”

You’re watching all this from the other side of the room, you watch as James chokes a little, blue milky liquid spilling from his mouth. His bro’s take him upstairs; you follow them…

“What if…”

"The Best of Both Worlds"

By Nemo

"Dude are we going to waste all afternoon watching these guys play? You said we were just heading out to get some beer but we've been standing here like 20 minutes already." said Tyler leaning forward against the rail.

"Quit complaining. I got the beer didn't I?" said Cody, gesturing at the bag hanging off his wrist "I just want to get an idea of what the competition's going to be like."

"You need to lighten up a bit bro." said Tyler "It's only a friendly game of beach volleyball, not the Super Bowl, and I can think of plenty of other ways we could be spending the afternoon." He said as he began to grind his crotch against the rail.

"Jesus, you're such a horny little fucker!" laughed Cody "Don't worry, there'll be plenty of time for that later. In the meantime, I don't care if it's just a 'friendly game', because you've got to play every game like it's the most important game of your life!"

Tyler, swung his head round to look directly at Cody, paused for a second and then cracked up laughing.

Cody stood puzzled "I don't get it. What's so funny?"

Tyler managed to stop laughing, although a couple of tears were still running down his cheeks. "Dude, you sounded just like Coach Jennings. That's exactly the sort of pep talk he used to give us before a game."

"Coach who?" asked Cody

"Coach Jennings. He retired the semester before you transferred in."

"Great so I remind you of some old dude. Should I get a walker to complete the look?" asked Cody

"No Bro, it wasn't like that. He took early retirement or some shit like that. He was only like fifty or something."

Cody turned and faced Tyler, the game going on below them forgotten. Cody ran his hand down his abs, flexing them as he did so. "I don't know dude, fifty still seems pretty old to me. I bet he didn't have a hot bod like mine."

Tyler reached out and touched Cody's chest lightly with a finger tip, following the line of his pecs "Well he wasn't a twenty year old stud like you, but actually the guy kept himself in good shape. He was an ex-marine I think, he always had a high and tight hair cut and he still worked out every day. In fact..." Tyler stopped.

"What?" asked Cody, with a slight tone of exasperation "In fact what??"

"In fact.... I always thought he was kind of hot." said Tyler, still running his finger over Cody's body.

Cody reached out and gripped Tyler by the wrist. Tyler automatically looked at Cody's face. It was hard to tell with the sunglasses, but Tyler thought he could see a twinkle of amusement in Cody's eyes.

"So..." said Cody "You've got a thing for muscle Daddy's is that it?" he asked

"Well I never really thought about it." said Tyler

"Doesn't mean it isn't true though." said Cody. He paused and then his entire posture changed. Instead of a laid back young jock he now stood ramrod straight like a Sergeant inspecting his platoon. "You see if you want to be disciplined, that can be arranged. Understand?" and like his posture his tone of voice had altered as well. He spoke quietly but in a fashion that made it clear his word was law.

A shiver of excitement ran down Tyler's spine and he gulped "Yes." he managed to say as he nervously licked his lips.

"Yes, what?" asked Cody, and now he sounded frankly dangerous, again not shouting, but fiercely controlled.

"Yes,... Sir?" asked Tyler, aware of how ridiculous that sounded, but also aware of how painfully hard his dick now was."

Cody grunted and then suddenly relaxed and he was back to being a young jock again. He gestured down at Tyler's shorts where the outline of Tyler's huge erection was clearly visible. "So, I take it you liked that?" he asked.

"Dude that was... that was something else." said Tyler "Wow, I had no idea you could be that scary. Where the fuck did you learn to do that?"

"I dated this actor guy at my last college and he was into role play, so he taught me a few tricks. I didn't realise you'd get so turned on by my Marine act. You know if you found that exciting, we could always....." he stopped "No forget it, it's a stupid idea."

"What?" asked Tyler "What's a stupid idea? If it's as hot as that last trick of yours I want to hear it."

"Well, my ex had another buddy who was into movie FX and he used to make these incredible masks and skin suits, like something out of Mission Impossible. I mean these weren't like some crappy Halloween masks, these were impossible to spot from the real thing."

Tyler looked disbelievingly at Cody "Come on dude, they can't be that good?"

Cody snorted "Dude you have no fucking idea, I could be wearing a suit and mask right now and you couldn't tell. I once spent an entire evening with my ex and it turned out to be his buddy in a mask he'd made of my ex. The two of them used to love pranking me like that."

Tyler shrugged, "OK so they were that good. What's your big idea that would be no good?"

"Well if you could get me some photos of your old Coach... Jenkins or whatever the guy's name was, then I could get myself a mask made and then you could get some alone time with your old Coach. What da ya think?"

"I think that's the craziest fucking thing I've ever heard." said Tyler "Of course, it's also the hottest thing I've ever heard, assuming you could pull off being Coach Jennings." he said, stressing the Coach's name.

Cody stiffened beside Tyler "Are you questioning my authority?" he asked, and once again it was scary Cody that asked the question. "Because if you are boy...." he left the sentence hanging.

"OK, OK" said Tyler and Cody again relaxed and grinned at Tyler. "Damm you're something else" said Tyler "You know whether or not you get that mask made, we've got to get back to the room now! I don't want to waste a second more of the day when you could be making me feel like that somewhere private."

"Sure. Listen you go and get the jeep and I'll wait here and watch the end of the game." and he tossed the keys to Tyler.

"I'll be five minutes." said Tyler as he left at a jog.

Cody watched him go. 'Well that had been an unexpected turn of events' he thought to himself. 'I thought I'd said goodbye to Coach Jennings when I slipped on the Cody suit, who knew that horny little fucker had the hots for me...' He ran a hand over his six-pack, feeling the suit move with his own body 'Looks like I'll be getting the best of both worlds'.

Party Night

The room shook; the dull thud, thud, thud of the bass rumbled around the room and Steve's head.

It was a Saturday night and Ryan Doolan, was upstairs having a party – AGAIN! "Fucking college jocks" Steve groaned under his breath. Looking out the window it was no surprise to see fifteen or so cars parked down the street and on the grass outside.

Of course Ryan had told him this morning that he'd be having a party tonight. He stood there in his long shorts and vest; he was a big tall guy, built as well, perfect for the basketball team. He filled most of the door frame ad he looked down at Steve.

"Yeah, it will be kicking off about nine tonight. You're welcome to come of course and I promise to keep the noise down, I know it got a little out of hand last time." He yawned.

"Thanks." Steve replied in a tone wasted on the towering jock.

-----

It was now 1am and the noise hadn't dropped in fact it had gotten worse.

It's true he could have called the police again as he did before but it was pointless, he thought he'd sorted out the late night parties but Ryan had made him pay for snitching, for the following three weeks he'd made Steve's life a misery.

But tonight Steve had a plan to undermine and humiliate Ryan.

In the bathroom Steve mixed a mysterious blue milky liquid, topping it up with vodka in a couple of 2 litre bottles He intercepted a couple of Ryan's friends and gave them a bottle each for the party telling them it was a special mix. They tried it and liked the sharp bite of the spirit.

Steve only had to wait knowing that the addictive qualities of the drink would mean that they would be reluctant to share, and they needed to drink a lot for it to work.

The party was still going on at three, but Steve was waiting patiently by the window, waiting and watching.

Finally there was a commotion outside, and Steve watched as the two jocks he'd spoken to earlier stumbled out onto the grass outside and collapsed.

He walked outside and rolled one of the jocks over, he was still holding onto one of bottles, over half of the milky blue liquid was gone. Resting his foot on the guys stomach he pushed gently, the jock made no sound but a milky blue liquid escaped from his mouth and nose, running down his face. The other guy was much the same although he'd almost finished the whole bottle.

Grabbing a foot from each of the jocks Steve let out a grunt as he pulled them into his apartment. Dragging them into the bathroom he flopped each of them over the rim of the bath, and leaned on their backs as more and more of the liquid spewed out of their mouths. It wasn't long before the two of the them were completely empty lifeless skins.

Steve lifted up one of the heads of the jocks looking in the lifeless empty eyes, "Fuck the formula had worked perfectly, two down and many more to go."

With little effort Steve stripped the guys of their clothes, finding their ID's in their pockets, he mused for a moment "Ok, Todd Mickle, Jonah Hall who's going to be the lucky guy?" Todd was 21 whereas Jonah was 19, a good ten years younger than Steve but he reminded himself that these guys were just tools to connect with other more influential jocks.

Biting his lip a little, Steve looked at each of the deformed, drooping faces as he held them by the scruffs of the neck. A grin appeared on Steve's face as he dropped Todd, "It's your lucky day Jonah." Steve brushed back the thick black hair of the young jock and left the bathroom dragging Jonah behind him.

There was a lot of snapping noises like elastic and cussing coming from the bedroom, only a couple of minutes later a restored Jonah returned to the bathroom scratching the thick mop of hair on his head. Limping and hopping a bit he pulled on his dick, "Chafes a bit." He groaned. Jonah, admittedly with Steve on the inside threw Todd into the bathtub, and started pulling on Jonah's jeans and polo, Steve wriggled a bit pulling Jonah's jeans down to a familiar sag. Grabbing a bottle, Jonah filled it up with the milky blue fluid topping it up with vodka. Performing a final check in the mirror, he returned to the party.

Jonah worked his way around the jocks who were making most of the noise, getting them to try this new drink, they all loved it of course. They even used it in their game of beer-pong, and it wasn't long before they were looking for a quiet spot to rest.

Finding Ryan wasn't a big problem either, just had to look for the cocky jerk mouthing off about how great he was and how the team would most certainly fail without him.

Jonah filled up Ryan's plastic cup with the liquid and he sniffed it looking at Jonah suspiciously, but without hesitation Jonah took a big gulp knowing that he'd be safe with low quantities. Grinning Ryan chugged the lot down and held out his cup for more, of course Jonah kept filling it up.

It was only 20 minutes later when Ryan stumbled falling to the floor, his eyes were glazing over; Jonah put his arm around the heavy jock and like a good friend took him somewhere quiet, his bedroom. He reassured all his friends that he'd be back very soon, like a new man!

Strangely enough Ryan returned a while later and of course all his friends were pleased to see him, Jonah? nobody saw him for the rest of the party.