Is It Love?!

Part 2 My first time

It was a bit of a shock as when I woke up I was looking at a different part of the room and could now see my own body on the other side of the circle. I knew the swap had happened as I felt completely different. It was different moving my arms; somehow they felt easier to move. Standing up was also different, I felt taller and it seemed to take longer to get to a full standing position. I didn’t have any emotions or feelings relating to my new body and life as yet and I had no idea who I had become. My only feeling was one of fear. Fear of who I had become. But it wasn’t warranted fear. We all knew each other extremely well and trusted each other completely; otherwise we would never of agreed to do this. I suppose it must be the fear of the unknowns of who I now was, the emotions and feelings that were about to flood my mind of the friend I had become. I began to look round the room, I saw my old self, Jake, Damien, Brian and Craig. I couldn’t see Alex so that answered my only question. I was wearing his clothes but I still knew nothing about him. We all had the same feeling so we began to read the manual. The instructions stated in order to complete the transfer of memories and take on your new body’s life; you must shake the hands of your original body in a crossed arm formation. This we all did and Alex's memories, emotions and life flooded into my new body and I was now able to take on his life and deal with his emotions. I still had my own memories too.

It was weird knowing EVERYTHING about my mate Alex. There were things he had never told me before. Things that I suppose were secret to him, things that made me understand why he felt the way he did. He had been through a very depressing time. Loosing most of his family at a young age and has never been all that happy since. Not until he had met Louise, his girlfriend that he was currently having problems with. It seemed to Alex that things were going wrong again. Ha had been a state last time and had been self-harming. Now it seemed like he was heading that way again possibly even worse. As agreed it was my job to get him over his depression state along with our other mates. However something that the new occupier of my body had just discovered was the fact that I was gay and currently hiding in the closet to all of my friends and family and I loved the thought of being in someone else's body. It had been a child hood dream to be able to switch places with someone. The thought of touching another man’s body with his own hands that I had control of really got me going. Of course I couldn't really do anything too gay with Alex. I was here to make him happy and help him get over his problems. But that didn't stop me dreaming and playing about with his body.

It was a wish come true. His body had everything I wanted. Nothing lucky had ever happened to me. But this, this was the best thing since sliced bread. My own emotions over powered Alex's and whilst I was him his problems were no more. I had too many new experiences to try out. The best of all was possibly the simplest. To touch his body, the body that was temporarily mine. All its grooves its features and its nooks and crannies. All creating a very different feeling to that I was used to in my own body.

Was my desire for a body swap becoming more than desire. Was I falling in love? If so, what with?? Him or the body I had control of?? It certainly wasn't his life because other than work I hadn't done anything as Alex. I enjoyed playing with him far too much...

The first week passed far too quickly and the group agreed to do the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted my final night as Alex to be a private time. Instead the group agreed to sleep in the same room that we first swapped in. The swap was about to happen overnight. It made sense as it meant we could quickly take the next pills.