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ReplyDeleteI watched Joshua come home from the Friday nights celebration party. He looked like he'd had a lot to drink, as the light outside the door came on.
Stepping out into the light, he looked at me puzzled. "What do you want? You been following me again? You dumb fuck, I told you I'd beat the shot out of you if I saw you again," he slurred.
"You know Joshua, I don't think your in any position to threaten me. Your stupid drunk; like every Friday night." He grunted a reply, and balled his fist.
"Who the fuck are you anyway?"
"Someone looking for a place to hide, just for a couple of days. Maybe longer," I grinned.
"You think I'm going to let you hang out at my place? You are fucking dense," he growled and lunged at me, his thick muscular arms raised.
I didn't flinch, but just sidestepped him as he ran into the wall, and sunk to the ground. "Dumb fuck," I muttered to myself. "I thought you were going to be a challenge."
"Josh?" Another voice shouted out. I groaned, it was Craig.
Pulling the unconscious Joshua around the corner, I out. "Craig, go in and get some beers. I'll be in a minute." I'd been practicing Joshua's voice and it fooled Craig perfectly.
Waiting for the door to close, I yanked the heavy set jock to his feet and pushed him against the wall. He was an impressive creature, his heavy build was almost twice as big as me. "You'll do fine for a week, maybe I'll move to Craig later," I muttered excitedly.
With a well practiced manoeuvre, I folded into his body, pulling his identity and persona around me like carnival costume.
I choked, and gagged as Joshua's last resistance failed. Stretching and flexing I balled my new fists just as he did moments earlier. "Yes, you'll do find Joshua. Fit, strong popular guy with lots of jock friends--perfect."
Inside the house Craig was waiting (pic2). He threw me a beer, I caught it easily and gulped it down. "Let's watch some football," I laughed.
"Oh, or we could do something else?" Craig grinned.
Great story Sean, as always!
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ReplyDelete"Rick you funk'n asshole!"
"Where in hell do you get off?"
"You know how much I hate Rafe and his stupid beard and his fuckin' attitude. Now you stuck me in his body! Shit!"
God, I had Rafe's attitude, it was nothing like me. I was
pretty easygoing until Rick pulled this crap. Rick thought it'd be
funny, but something went wrong and now he can't get me out. I spend a
1/3 of my day work'n out, and the rest on a pussy hunt. Don't get me
wrong, the girls - well a certain type - like Rafe, Me. They are
usually bimbos into loud muscle studs and I don’t have any problem
finding them - or they find me. It was OK I guess for a day or two but
being gay I never gave pussy a thought. Now it's been a few weeks and
Rick finally shows up stuttering and ashamed about how his joke went
wrong. He said he tried everything he could think of but nothing worked
to get me back.
He told me he did it to another of our friends, Don and he
easily got back to his body after a day or two. Don thought being Rafe
was wild and enjoyed it. Then Rick pulls this surprise crap on me.
He's apologising over and over 'cause he knows I can beat the shit out
of him now, and I just might. Funny thing is I'm still Jarred, people
who knew me before still know me, they just think I was always this
way. Hell, even my folks still think I'm their son. My dick wad
brother is now by best friend since we are so much alike.
I ran across Rafe a day ago, he had no idea we switched. He's
living my life, easy going insurance salesman and gay. Now I can't
even think of suck'n cock or god, having one up my ass. Don't get me
wrong I ain't got nothin' against the gays but I ain’t one. Shit, did I really just think that, That is pure Rafe.
Hold on, let me grab my cell. Damn, it's Carly, she's got
great tit's. "Yeah, Babe" -- damn. Turns out I'm going to be a dad.
Rick spit out the beer he was drink'n - "Shit" was all he said.
"That's it --- That's why you can't go back!" I looked at him and I
never felt like beating the shit out of him more, but he asked "Dude
didn't you wear a rubber?" "Hell no" I told him "I want sex when I want
it, if I ain’t' got a cover that's not going to stop me. "Shit man,
That's why you can't go back, not till the kid is grown." "Damn I guess
it's Rafe's/My fault I'm stuck this way."
The old part of
me felt trapped, wanting to scream, but that part was fading fast. I
flicked the screen on my phone and called my bro, "Hey bud, guess who's
goin' to be an uncle!" I had to tell the news to my best bro.
Cute. Fits the picture well.
ReplyDeleteGreat story, thanks for sending it in.
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
ReplyDeleteWow a body swap and a life swap! I hope this becomes a new genre of story here.
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