Seanday Bonus: Being Terry

I looked over at my mom and frowned. "My brother's a jerk, I'm not going to do it," I moaned.

Terry shoved me, and I fell onto the bed. "I don't want any help from the dweeb," he retorted.

My mom looked between the two of us. "You're brothers, start acting like your related. Terry, you've got that final test, and you want to go skiing with your friends?" My mom snapped at us. Terry nodded.

"And James," she looked at me. "You're the smarter of the two. You've already been skipped ahead a year help your brother out and pass that test then he can go skiing."

I grinned. "Yeah smarter that two of you dumb ass. Wait, you're going skiing?" I shoved Terry, but he hardly moved. "You never said anything about that," I growled.

"No dweebs sorry bro'," he chuckled.

Seanday Lunch: The Notebook – pt.2

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I had no idea who the professor had disguised himself as, or why.

But casually looking over the information on the cork board I knew he had to be a popular kid, and he was following a theme.

I snorted at the thought that went through my mind. Go back to college as one of these guys, he was bound to recognise the suit and make contact. I shook my head. I'd worked undercover before, but nothing like this.

Pulling the notes and pictures from the cork board, I sat down and studied the details for each of the guys.

Marshall was a nerdy hipster, a popular guy that seems to fit in with everyone: he also helped out the jocks on the football team with their studies. But there's a problem; he went missing a while if Marshall just turns up again he'd certainly be taken away to be debriefed by someone. That wouldn't help my search for the Professor.

I looked over Luke Baulks’ details: A jock, a football lineman. He wasn't the brightest in the team and needed help with his studies. I sucked on my lip; this is possibly where the Professor--looking like Marshall--captured Luke only four days ago. Tipping back in the chair, I pondered that for a moment. Why did the Professor find an identity so quickly after acquiring Luke? Flipping through the notes didn't suggest any reasons either.

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Best of all worlds

“What?” Jeremy whispered raising his eye inquisitively.

Seanday Lunch: The Notebook – pt.1

"This just arrived for you," Alice said throwing the parcel in my lap.

I gasped when it landed and bit my lip. "Thanks girl," I muttered and she sneered slamming the office door.

It was fruitless, my badge had been revoked, my career as a Private Investigator was about to end. Of course, I had to let Alice go, and today was her final day. It explained the bitterness she was showing me.

My last job threw up a bizarre trail leading back to a remote house owned by a college professor. I'd only seen pictures of him: wizened, but he had a mischievous sparkle in his eye. He'd worked at the college in town, where a couple of students had gone missing, and the breadcrumbs had led to his house. The professor disappeared soon after. The client had gone to ground as well leaving me unpaid, so I'd decided to keep the house as payment. It was a quirky little thing, just a couple of bedrooms, but always looked as if it should be bigger on the inside.

Rolling the cigar around my mouth, I topped up the whisky in my glass--it helped me think--as I turned my attention to the package.

It was wrapped in plain paper, tied with a red twine. I drew the knife from my boot, and snicked it's bindings, planting the blade in the table top. Inside: a simple notebook, there was nothing else. I flipped through the empty pages and two crisp $100 bills dropped to the table.

The Birthday Present

My best friend Scott came over with a case of Guinness and a brightly wrapped box to help me celebrate my birthday. Although Scott is a few years my junior, we clicked from the first time we met many years ago and because I am an only child I think of him more as the brother I never had. We are watching the first Thor movie again before we go to see the latest incarnation of the superhero. Chris Hemsworth is the perfect male, at least according to Scott.

About halfway through the movie and more than a few brews Scott pipes up. “So dude when are you going to open up your present?” I completely forgot about his gift between the drinking and getting engrossed in the movie so I get the box and start tearing into the paper, wondering what it conceals. Once the paper is off I catch a faint whiff of a very tempting aroma emanating from the box. I open the lid carefully. The strong smell of chocolate playfully seduces my senses and my mouth begins to water as I see a rather plain but delicious looking cake.

“I stopped off at this weird little bakery I found. Never had seen it before but I thought they might have a cake that would work for your birthday. The lady called it a ‘wishing cake’. According to her if you take a bite of the cake and make a wish it will come true but it only works for the birthday dude.”

“Sounds like some kind of made up story to sell the cake.” I take the cake from the box and start to cut it. I pass a piece over to Scott who is sitting on the couch and then sit down in my chair to eat my piece.

“So bro what are you going to wish for?”

“If I tell you it won’t come true… or at least that is what people say.”

“Whatever dude.” Scott sits there eating his cake and watching the movie. What would I wish for? Many thoughts run around in my head, especially the one that I had often entertained before: I always wished Scott really was my brother. That is never going to happen so as I watch him enjoying the action of the movie I find myself wishing that he could have his desire to be like Chris. Wouldn’t that be so cool to have someone like Chris as a bud? Silly thought that I quickly dismiss as I take a bite of the cake. No sooner have I swallowed the cake then I begin to get dizzy and the room seems to be spinning wildly. Thor continues to pummel the bad guys while Scott appears oblivious to what is happening. Everything goes black as I pass out.

Seanday Shorts: Bait and Swap

I chuckled watching the two boys jostle each other as they walked down the street.

It was a good thing I'd done; I'm sure. At first I thought what had happened to me was a curse just destroying everything I touched, but I'd learnt to control it. Instead, I'd turned it around making it a tool for good, at least I thought so.

My heart warmed as I watched Tom--the smaller of the two boys--whisper something into David's ear. I could see David blush, and with a resigned smile he nodded. Tom hugs his friend; lovingly David puts an arm around him and lifts him like a small child. David was always the stronger of the two. Tom just sighed resting a head on David's shoulder.

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Seanday Special: The Doctor's Guardian

The Doctor never admitted to the real reason why the TARDIS's chameleon circuits had 'failed' but I knew why.

The delicate, yet surprisingly small device nestled within the centre console, and I knew exactly where. I'd been a stowaway on the ship for three weeks now, it was easy to hide although small on the outside it was vast on the inside. Many of the 300 rooms of which varied in size were distributed over the seventy floors and sub-basements. I'd stayed clear of the swimming pool on the seventeenth because it was adjacent to where the Doctors current companion stayed. I didn't want to be discovered, not just yet.

The walls shuddered, and a great heaving sound echoed around the cavernous room I'd decided to call my temporary home. A noise I recognised, the TARDIS had materialised; landed whatever you call it.

Slipping down a spiral banister, dropping three floors in a couple of seconds, then a rickety staircase behind a picture of the blue box itself--a short cut that connected the twenty-first and third floors in just nine steps: space folded in on itself--so efficient.

I stepped through the small door at the bottom of the twisted staircase, and turned to look at the mirror it had become. I winced at the cruel scar that etched my face; a souvenir from my time on Phryxus where I fought their wolf-like army.

Turning I admired the great room, where mirrors lined the walls, each framed by gold, imagine Louis XIV and times it by ten. Jogging down to the other end of the room--some sixty feet--I tapped on a console, but I was careful. I knew selecting any of the internal cameras in the control room would alert the Doctor. Cunningly I selected an external view which overlooked the door. I pulled up an ornate chair upholstered in red velvet and watched, and waited.

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Cool Hand Luke

As a thank you gesture he held out his hands in front of him and in acknowledgement I held his hands.

'Thanks for all you have done for me'. Luke stated.

I noted how amazing his hands felt. I could feel the warmth of his heart flowing through his blood vessels. I could also feel how detailed the ridges in his skin were as they felt so deep. I pulled him in closer for a hug. Probably more than he wanted or was expecting... I couldn't manage a reply that was meaningful to him and as I was still holding his hands creating the bond I needed.

'I wish these hands were mine.' I said to him.

He released the hug and moved his hands to my upper arms and shook me a little.

'What do you mean?' He demanded.

'Touching my hands in the way you did has created a special bond between us. You were not to know. However I have been tasked with finding help for one of my friends who is at breaking point. He has found a way to switch bodies with people, he chose me, but I needed to find a third person as the switch had to create 3 points from touching hands. Unwittingly, you have just become the third and your body will become mine.'

'I don't want any part of this freak show.' He retorted.

'My boy just by touching me, your mind is already being reprogrammed to accept this and by the time Alec is here to join us and begin the transformation you will also know the spell and we fully versed with how we are to switch and will he enjoying it.' I explained.

Seanday Shorts: End of Season

"Really Sonny, you think you can carry this off?" Marc asked.

"Hell yeah, do I or do I not look like the school's top lineman? Oh and call me Cameron you ass," Sonny snarled.

Tony held up his hands. "OK big guy," he looked around, "where's the real Cameron?"

"Tied up in the storeroom, hell he freaked out when he came face to face with his double."

"You were able to knock him out?"

"Fuck yeah, caught him by surprise. Took a while to peel his uniform off, but it really gave me a buzz pull it on myself. He stinks, but then I realised that's what I'm meant to smell like now, and that made me hard."

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Motionless

Steve was ill. He has been bitten hundreds of times by whatever breed of mega mosquito that had invaded his private space. There bites were only on his legs but it meant he was finding it difficult to walk. There was about 40 of us in the hotel and they were only biting Steve. He must of tasted so sweet. He knew I had healing powers and asked me to help.

I explained to him that my healing powers only work on myself. I couldn't help others. That presented him with a problem. Steve  needed the help but I couldn't do it. Steve had a solution though that required very little effort. He could temporally place me inside his body whilst I healed it. He would look after mine. It sounded like a great idea.

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The Drinks Are Free

At the Al diwan resort it's all inclusive. And when they say all inclusive they mean all inclusive. Everything is free. Why is it free? It's free because in a roundabout way your doing everything yourself.

Your first day your told about it and at first they just use the guests so the staff can have their breaks but once it's the second day your abused and end up doing more and more as the days and weeks go on. When I look back on it, after I stole Kamil's body, I kind of miss it. I already plan to go back. I will probably release abdul from his curse and allow him to take Kamil's body away from me. I suppose I'd better explain.

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Myth-conception

‘I was working in my lab late one night…..’

Dang! I can’t get that song out of my head. Since it is Halloween the radio station I listen to is playing “Monster Mash” non-stop. It’s just a silly little song that was one of my favorites when I was growing up. Everyone knows there’s no such thing as monsters, vampires, and werewolves, but still people like the supernatural. Just look at the current crop of shows on television. True to the song stuck in my head, I am working late but not in a lab. I am taking inventory at the store I own. The clock in the town square strikes midnight - I’m so out of here.

The full moon is shrouded by thin clouds, casting an eerie glow across the buildings and creating shadows in the corners and alleys. The night air is still warm, especially for October, yet a cold shiver is running down my spine as I make my way home. Everything is quiet, too quiet. Normally the walk home is pleasant but tonight I’m sure getting freaked out walking along the deserted streets. I nearly jump a mile when I hear a noise in the alley ahead. Stupid, it is only a cat foraging in the garbage cans. Almost home. Suddenly I hear footsteps behind me. I freeze dead in my tracks. I must just be imagining things. I start to walk again, although a bit faster now when I hear footsteps again. I pause, listening to the trees along the sidewalk rustle softly with a gentle breeze I haven’t noticed before, creating an animated show as the shadows on the moonlit streets dance to an unheard tune. More footsteps bring me out of my reverie. Home seems a long ways off as I try to keep a cool head. Snap out if, David. You’re letting your imagination get the better of you. My heart is beating fast as I slowly turn around; not really wanting to see what might be lurking in the shadows. I can make out something in the darkness just outside the halo of the streetlight, the form accentuated by the cold blue light of the moon. I want to run but I feel frozen in place, my legs refusing to move. The figure emerges into the light. There, under the soft glow of the street lamp, stands a young man. I almost laugh out loud as this is no monster waiting to get me. I have scared myself over nothing.

Seanday Starter: Under Construction

Mark leaned back in the seat, talking with Stuart.

I smile, Stuart was a very willing receptacle and open to suggestion. I'd only used his identity for a couple of days before I knew I needed a more permanent place.

Riffling through Stuart's memories I picked out Mark, a big heavy set guy. He'd only moved to the state recently and worked in construction. A useful guy to have around the site because he was very strong. He'd been looking for a place to make his own; I had too, so it would work well for the both of us--sort of.

With Stuart preprogramed with my wishes I jumped into the back of his cab and he called Mark telling him he could take the spare room.

Stuart drove over and picked up Mark who threw his gear into the back of the pickup. As he climbed in he gave Mark a soda, laced with a sedative, which he gratefully accepted taking a couple of gulps.

"Hi!" I said, making Mark jump. He looked around and looked surprised.

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What Did I Agree To?

I don’t think I have ever worked like this in all my life. Granted I am young and in great shape but man this is damn hard work. What did I agree to? See it all began when…

I was walking home after a long day at work, wondering what I was going to eat for dinner and deciding if I was going to stay in to watch some TV or go to the movies. My apartment wasn’t far from the store where I was a cashier and I didn’t have a car so I walked. This particular day was no different than hundreds that had preceded it and hundreds likely to follow. Little did I know that my safe uneventful life was going to take a major detour.

As I neared the entrance to my apartment I heard the roar of a motorcycle come to a stop near me. The noise startled me but before I realized what had happened I found myself looking through dark sunglasses beneath a full-face helmet, sitting on a motorcycle and staring back at myself. My old body reached over to shut the engine off and told me to follow him inside. I was in such shock that I nearly fell as I dismounted the bike, trailing myself in someone else’s body and feeling like I was on auto-pilot in some bizarre dream. I can’t begin to describe how strange it felt to be about half a foot taller than I had been mere seconds ago or how I could feel young well-toned muscles ripple as I walked behind myself. I had no idea whose body I now inhabited but in all other ways I was still me.

Parental Authority

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I am at my wit’s end. My 16 year old son Dylan has started to hang out with a “bad” crowd, the kind that has real trouble makers. He is basically a good kid but is at that age when he is rebelling against my parental authority and wants to fit in with the cool kids. It hasn’t been easy for us since my wife passed away. He needs someone he respects and admires to help him get through this time in his life.

Kevin is a third year pre-med student at the local college where I am a professor. He lives next door in my neighbor’s “mother-in-law” house while he goes to school. I’ve helped him with his classes a few times when he has had trouble understanding some of the concepts. Kevin is a bright guy who is captain and quarterback of the school’s football team and isn’t too shabby to look at either. Like any college student his age, he likes to party and have his fun with the young ladies but he is a responsible young man, the perfect role model for Dylan. I can tell my son is in awe of him so maybe Dylan will listen to Kevin. I dial Kevin’s phone. It goes into voice mail so I leave him a message asking if he will drop by my house when he gets home. I want to talk with him about helping my son.

A short while later I hear the familiar sound of Kevin pulling up to the front of my house on his motorcycle. My doorbell rings and sure enough Kevin is standing there in his leather jacket looking like he just stepped out of an ad in one of those motorcycle magazines. “Hey Dr. G. what’s up?” I invite him in and after asking him to sit down I come straight to the point.

“Thanks for coming over Kevin. I have a huge favor to ask of you. You know Dylan just entered his sophomore year in high school and is going through that stage where he is trying to find himself. He needs someone he can look up to for guidance and as I am “just his dad” he tends not to listen to me. I was wondering if you might be willing to help me out, maybe hang around with him a little and try to steer him in the right direction. I’m sure you have noticed he idolizes you, both as the local sports hero and the big brother that he never had.”

“Sure Dr. G. I’ll be glad to help you out how ever I can. I only have one condition. Meet me at my place in about an hour and we can finalize the plan.” He leaves while I wonder what his condition is.

Early Seanday: Better Offer

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I scratched the stubble on my chin and looked Ryan in the eye. "So you want to leave the team?" I asked.

"Yeah! You're a good coach, but I don't think I'm learning anything new."

"Huh, is that a fact?" I replied adjusting my cap. "The team has a lot more to offer you. I think you're making a mistake."

"I've made up my mind coach."

"OK, just give me time to state my case. Lets have a chat in my office."

Ryan looked at me nervously but agreed. I followed him back to my office, he was my best player. Built perfectly for the game, strong shoulders and back. The rest of his body was good as well, I just couldn't keep my eyes off his tight ass in his singlet.

I followed him into my office and locked the door and wheeled on him. "What the fucks going on?" I demanded pushing him back against the wall.

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Erick Stratton: Perfect Body

I used to think Chase had the perfect body, but ever since I swapped with him, all I can think about is trying to make it better. I probably spend even more time in the gym than he did before, and the first thing I do after a workout is snap pics and pour over all of the the things I need to improve. When I’m not at the gym, I’m online looking up new workouts and diets and supplements to help sculpt every little muscle on my body. I don’t have time for anything else. I need to get bigger, more shredded. Compete in more shows. Get on a magazine cover.

All I wanted when I swapped with him was a hot body for the beach.

Erick Stratton: New Body

“Well… You got the new body you wanted.”

“Man, I dunno. I mean. You know? It’s different.”

“Yeah! A little! I mean. I think you look great.”

“Oh yeah?” Tony puffed up his chest and flexed a bicep, “Don’t think I look like too much of a thug or nothin’?”

“Whoa,” Jake felt himself turning red, “They didn’t give you a shirt or anything?”

“Naw. I guess this is what the guy was wearing when he came in and signed up. You think maybe we could head back to the apartment now?”

“Yeah,” said Jake, “Um. Do I still call you Tony?”

“Yeah. I’m still Tony. I’m still me. Just with a new body. A’ight? We good?”

“Wow. Even the way you talk,” said Jake, “It’s so different. I mean. It’s just going to take a little getting used to, that’s all.”

Erick Stratton: Mr Walters

This summer was amazing. All the weekends at the beach. The parties. The girls. Building my body at the gym with my bros. It sucks that next week we’ll all be back in school. Only I won’t be one of them any more. It’s back to being old Mr. Walters. Teaching math. Going home at the end of the day and seeing that tired face in the mirror once again. Until next summer when I can take over another student’s body.

Next summer can’t come soon enough.

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Erick Stratton: Work Out

I used to work out for the same reason a lot of gay guys do, I guess; to fill out a tank top and to look cute at the beach. Just enough to keep up a decent six pack, a toned chest and arms. But now that I’m in my little bro’s body, I gotta say it feels pretty great to be working out for an actual reason. To improve my performance on the field. To make Coach proud. To be bigger than the other guys on the team. To get more chicks. And, yeah, I still look pretty fuckin’ good in a tank top.

Erick Stratton: Masculinity in a Bottle

“Masculinity in a Bottle” is how it was sold to me in that strange new shop in the mall. And, at 5’6” with a slight build, no muscle and no body hair to speak of, I figured I could spare the $35, if only to humour the strange old man who was running the shop. I did as he instructed and mixed the small vial with a glass of water before bed. I woke up like this. With muscles. And chest hair. And a beard. For the first time in my life, an actual beard. Everything about me was bigger, stronger, tougher. Whatever was in that vial, I had to have more. The funny thing is, when I went back to the mall, the shop wasn’t there any more. In fact, it was like it hadn’t even been there in the first place.

Erick Stratton: Twins

"Fuck. We're gonna make a killing. Look at these shots. We look amazing."

“You were right. We look fucking hot as twins. I mean, obviously I look a little bit hotter --”

“Shut the fuck up!” Josh laughed, “You know I made these suits look exactly the same.”

“Yeah, I guess I just know how to work mine better. That’s all.”

“You’re so stupid,” Josh smiled, and gave his boyfriend a loving kiss on the lips.

“You know we gotta be careful with that. Now that we’re ‘brothers.’”

“So what?” said Josh, “Hot twin brothers who happen to make out with each other? Like I said, we’re gonna make a killing.”

Seanday Extras: The New Recruit pt2

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Plan B was simple. I'd found something on the internet, from one of the more shady groups. They'd discussed a serum, quite experimental and dangerous. The victim needed to be unconscious and immobile, it was just a case of injecting them and waiting. I didn't know how it worked, or even if it was reversible, but I wanted it so much.

The officer looked strong, I imagined pulling him on, tight and warm. His firm muscular body clinging to mine, as I slowly became the officer. But that was just the start, I guessed he didn't see front line, but I wanted to serve my country. Stage two was to interview prospective soldiers, and move into them. Using the officers memories I'd be able to pick the perfect soldier, isolate them and take their place.

The officer looked over my paperwork. "Mr. Wilks. Your answers are good, excellent actually but," he paused. "I feel that your answers aren't necessarily truthful."

I felt a bead of sweat trace its way down my forehead. I shifted in my seat and put a hand in my pocket grasping the taser tightly. The officer checked the paperwork tapping at a question and snorted a chuckle to himself. I took the opportunity and lunged at him with taser crackled into life in my hand.

Seanday Choice: The New Recruit

Outside the office I tapped the pen on my lip, I glanced through the questions again. I knew what they were looking for; firm, pliable, but intelligent individuals. People they could mould into something purposeful.

I'd tried three times to get recruited, each time they'd rejected my application offering only vague excuses. I knew the look, a pitying glance even before they said anything.

I looked at the questions; all perfect answers, but mostly lies. I bit my lip, at the top of the page a space: your name. The computers would pick up my name as soon as they entered it, I needed a new one. I scribbled Jacob Wilks in the empty box and leaned back in the chair sighing, this would be my last chance. I had a plan B, but it wasn't something I wanted to pursue.

A desk jockey passed between us collecting the papers, he paused briefly to look at my questionnaire then back at me with a sceptical eye before leaving.

A buzzer echoed around the room. "Jameson, room three." My eyes flicked between the two waiting and then one stood up. A heavy set individual, with cropped black hair, he straightened his shirt and went through the door. I knew he was just the type they were looking for; I felt a tightness in my chest: envy, he was one of the lucky ones.

Lost in my thoughts, I never heard the remaining person called. When I looked up I was alone. My watch said 17:10, I knew I'd be the one last in.

**Buzz.**

I looked nervously at the desk jockey, and he nodded towards room three. Numbly I got to my feet, and stopped at the door wiping the sweat from my palms. I adjusted the bulge in my jacket pocket and with a deep breath I turned the handle.

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Three Faces of Life (pt.3)

Three Faces of Life (pt. 1)

Three Faces of Life (pt. 2)

Time seems to stand still as the fabric of the coat begins to alter. It is becoming leather and as the change continues I can tell it is a motorcycle jacket, completely hugging my body. My shirt becomes a vest, my pants change to denim, and I am wearing leather boots. This time I do not have the sensation of spinning or blacking out. I can sense new memories invading my brain as my surroundings fade into nothingness. I blink and suddenly find myself in a garage wearing a motorcycle helmet and preparing to mount a beautiful metallic midnight blue Ducati Diavel.

This time I am a very well to do young man who comes from money and doesn’t need to work. I’m just on my way to meet up with a few of my buddies at a pub that is our favorite pickup place for hot women. I start the bike up and head out on the road, the engine sounding like music to my ears. My bike is my favorite toy. She handles so easily and obeys my every command effortlessly. The sensation of speed is incredible and much too soon I reach my destination. The bouncer is a pal of mine so I get to park where I know my ride will be safe. It’s time to hit the bar.

I stop off at the bathroom prior to meeting my friends at our regular table. Fortunately it is empty so I can get myself together before scoping out the babes. I see a very familiar visage in the mirror as I unzip my jacket, exposing the well-built torso bursting to get out of the tight black vest I have on. Might as well flaunt it I always say. This night promises to be fun.

Erick Stratton: We Need to Talk

“We need to talk,” Jay said when I came up the stairs.

I instantly remembered. My computer. I’d left it open. My heart sank.

“Jay, I can explain --”

“You’re into body swapping?” He asked, “You’ve got a lot of stuff about it saved on your computer.”

Oh, god. How was I going to explain that.

“So, you get turned on when guys can change themselves?” he continued, “Make themselves look like someone else?”

I stammered for a response.

“Like this?” he asked.

His body shimmered before my eyes and reconfigured itself into the exact image of Jake Bass.

“You had a lot of pictures of him saved, too,” he said with Jake's cute halfway grin.

“Jay?” I reached out to touch him. He quickly shifted back to himself, “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said, now taking the form of a big muscle daddy. He must have seen that folder on my computer as well, “Let’s have some fun first, and we can talk about it later.”

I placed my hands on his large, hairy chest. I couldn’t quite believe myself, but it was all 100% real.

“I can change you, too,” he whispered.

I looked down to see my body covered in muscles and blonde fur. Our beards bristled against each other as we kissed. I knew I was in love.

Erick Stratton: Possessing Jeff

I could have stayed there looking at Jeff’s perfect body all day if only his girlfriend hadn’t walked in. I had to act quicker than I’d wanted, pushing myself into Jeff’s body and re-animating him. I took a few heavy breaths with his athletic lungs. She couldn’t believe what she’d seen. Good thing is, no one else would believe her either.

“Why don’t you pack up anything you have here and take it home with you?” I suggested as I watched her eyes glaze over, “When you get home, you’ll take a nap, and when you wake up, you won’t remember any of this. Jeff Munzig is not your boyfriend, and never was. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she repeated in a monotone, “I understand.”

“Good girl.”

I watched her gather her few things and walk out the door in a daze. She’d be fine. I continued on with Jeff’s usual after-workout routine. Protein shake, supplements, and a shower. I couldn't wait for the shower.

Seanday Special: The Other Mitchell (pt2)

Read The Other Mitchell (pt1) here

I frowned at the unconscious form in front of me. Somehow I'd expected it to be Gordon Black under my face. But it wasn't, and I was glad--he'd been my friend since middle school. "Who the fuck is this?" I barked at Danny.

He glanced over my shoulder. "It's Ryan Schuler."

"Who?"

"He's one of the basketball players."

"Ah." I recognised the face but couldn't put a name to it. "So he's on Gordon's team?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Shit. What's the connection, where does this jerk-off fit in," I muttered under my breath. "I don't want him running around as me. Help me get him into the back of the truck. We'll undress him there."

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Three Faces of Life (pt.2)

Three Faces of Life (pt.1)

Again my own personality is being subjugated and thus I now have a persona far different from my own. I am a cocky street smart young man from the South. I ran away from my abusive home when I was 15 and have survived by turning tricks on the street since. The combination of my incredible good looks, charm, soft Southern drawl, and sexual prowess make me highly sought after. I can command a very high price for my services. It doesn’t matter to me if I have a John or a Jane as long as I get paid. Oh please let this end before I have to….

My place is located in the fashionable west side of town. Since I don’t bring business home with me my neighbors know nothing of what I do for a living. To them I am just a well-off young man. I need to check my answering service to find out if I have any messages. Of course there will be messages. Everybody wants me. First I need to finish getting cleaned up and dressed. I head for the bathroom. And while I know from my memories that I look good, I am not prepared for what I face in the mirror. I look much the same as last time but with an attitude – the built body, the strikingly handsome features, and, from what I can feel, the same awesome package which I now use to make my living. I know how to look sexy and I definitely know how to use that to my advantage. What if I am stuck like this permanently? I may be a great looking stud but I do not want to live as a male escort for the rest of my days. Cleaned up and refreshed. I quickly screen my messages until I come to one which requires my immediate attention.

Erick Stratton: Welcome Home

I wasted no time when I walked in the door. I threw my bag down, dropped my keys on the counter, and began to undress him.

"Welcome home, babe," he said with the slightest hint of a Hispanic accent.

“I’ve been waiting to come home to this all day,” I said between kisses.

“I know,” he said, “Do you like it?”

He got off of the counter and gave me a slow, tantalizing turn. He knew this was the kind of body that did it for me. Tight, toned, perfect amount of body hair. Perfect ass.

“It’s exactly what I wanted,” I bit my lip.

“Good,” he said with an irresistible smile, “I was thinking about keeping this one for a while.”

Erick Stratton: JOCK BODY

 

Mom and Dad will never find out that I’m making Ryan swap with me on the weekends, and they'd never guess that I’m using his body to work as a go-go boy at the gay clubs in the city. These guys all drool over my brother’s hot jock body and I probably make more money than all of the other dancers combined. He made me promise not to hook up with anybody while I’m in his body, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. For the right price, I’ll take you in the back room and let you live out all the jock fantasies you’ve ever wanted.

Erick Stratton: Undress

I get home from work and pour myself a glass of whiskey. I finish the whole thing and pour another. I take it with me into the bathroom. I loosen my tie, unbutton my shirt, drop my pants. I stretch my shoulders and start feeling for the seam along the back of my neck. I work my fingers in between it and start to roll the muscle suit down my body. The heavy pecs, the chiselled abs, the thick legs all fold in on themselves as I step out of it and carefully hang it up. The facemask is last. I start to peel it off. It stings. I take another sip of whiskey and pull it firmly over my head. I look at my own face in the mirror and then down at the handsome face in my hands. One day I will learn how to become him permanently.