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.
Confidently I stride into the bar finding my friends already at our table. This is such a cool crowd tonight, everyone having a good time laughing, drinking, and dancing. I spotted a cute blonde when I first entered that I think I will try to get to know better. First things first though.
“Hey guys. What’s up?” I have a silky smooth baritone voice the women all love. Of course it doesn’t hurt to have the rest of the package either and I’m always up for a little recreation.
“About time you got here, Jeremy.” That’s Reed, my best bud, who’s already on his fourth round of beer and is so loose that I think he will slide under the table at any time. I’m going to watch how much I drink. I don’t want to damage my bike by stupidly getting wasted and driving. Besides I expect to have a passenger when I leave this place. After joking with my pals for a while I make my way over to the table where the blonde is sitting. A few whispered words in her ear and my sexy smile do the trick. She’s mine for the night. She tells her friends that she is leaving and will meet them tomorrow after work. I can tell from their reactions that they know exactly what is going on. I think I even spy a bit of envy in their eyes as they glance over at me - maybe next time ladies.
I take my lady out to my bike and help her with the extra helmet I always carry with me. I put my helmet on, climb on then help her get on the back, telling her to hold on tight to my waist. There’s almost nothing like the thrill of my bike with a good looking lady holding my waist. Soon we are out on the road heading to my place. I take it a little slower this time around since I have a passenger but we still make it in good time. We head up to the bedroom and soon we are engaging in a wild night of passion. We fall asleep in each other’s arms and I dream of the night I’ve had.
The sun wakes us up in the morning; time to get her back home. We hop on the bike, stopping along the way so we can grab a quick bite. Another few miles and we arrive at her place so she can change and go to work. We say our good byes and she slips me a piece of paper with her phone number before she walks away. Sweet. Ah, Jeremy, you are one lucky stud.
I get back to my place just before noon after I go for a fast ride. It’s time to get cleaned up and check my messages. As I shower I begin to notice that the room is fading and I am once again standing in my cabin wearing the coat. That was a short stay. I take the coat off and downheartedly hang it back in the closet. Jeremy was a fun guy with a passion for living.
A few more hours and it is time for bed. I’m still rather worked up after my last trip so I don’t know how easy it will be to get to sleep. I lay in bed thinking back on my three adventures. That coat is incredible but I am still bothered by the fact that I have no control over whom I become or when I return. Eventually I drift off to a dreamless sleep.
Days pass by with no urgings from the coat. I am sitting here on my porch thinking. I can figure out no pattern to the three men I have experienced. Outside of the same physical characteristics they are all very different. The first was a dedicated medical professional who lives to help people and enjoy his sports car. Rhett was a sexual powerhouse who cares only for himself and what people can do for him. Jeremy was out to have fun fully living life. Perhaps there is no pattern, no reason. Is the coat executing some pre-determined plan? Are these somehow alternate realities or parallel time lines? Are there additional lives I have not yet experienced? What will happen to my real life if I do assume someone else’s life permanently? Is that even possible? I have lots of questions but no answers.
As I am musing I start to feel the familiar tug of the coat urging me to put it on. While I really do not feel up to taking another journey I know it will persist in calling me until I give in. I go to the closet and bring it out. I don the coat….
I can sense something different this time as if the coat has changed somehow. The coat is fading, becoming part of my body and my clothes are disappearing until I am standing naked, unable to move. Unlike the other times I am experiencing the changes happening to my body. Bones crack as I grow taller. My arms, legs and torso lengthen as the fat is being replaced by hard muscle. My head is in excruciating pain as my face rearranges. Youth and power are flowing through my veins. I can feel clothing start to cover my body but what exactly they or I look like I cannot yet tell. My cabin is disappearing…
I’m kind of groggy as my mind is being altered, my memories becoming those of someone else’s life. Still this place looks familiar to me. Instinctively I go to my bedroom and look in the mirror. Gazing back at me is a very handsome face. There is something different about my persona this time. I have inherited Jeremy’s drive for fun and Rhett’s sexual prowess and confidence. Life is not going to be boring anymore. This is now my reality. Any memory of my old life is fading quickly…
Morning has come and I am slowly waking up. That was some kind of dream I just had. I wonder why I dreamed I was an ad agency executive. No matter. It is time to get ready for the hospital. I think today I’ll ask Gina out. Note to self: finish early so I can meet up with the guys after work. As I get my clothes I notice something odd hanging there. I wonder how that old coat got in my closet; looks strangely familiar somehow. I’ll take it to Goodwill tomorrow. Maybe somebody will get some use out of it.
The day went by fast. I’ve just come home from happy hour with my friends after taking a long drive in my Maserati. A quick change and I will grab my Ducati to go for a night ride. Tomorrow I’m hooking up with Gina after work. I’m sure she’ll like a little personal TLC from her own private doctor. I am Dr. Jenson Reeve, surgeon extraordinaire, but everybody just calls me Doc.
Very nice, I like how it turned out.
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