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.

Caption This (26th Oct)

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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

(based on Pic. 2 of Caption This 10/19)

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

(Inspired by today Caption This, can you do better?)

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.

Caption This (19th Oct)

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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

Read pt1 here

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.