“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.