Weakness

Grant was one of those men who were cut from a very different cloth, the perfect gene pool. He was referred too as a god like figure by many men and women alike. He was the typical man with 100's if not 1000's of friends and followers. He had the time of day for everyone and was such a caring guy.

 

His body was also very well cared for with frequent visits to the gym, he was one to show off his physique but he wasn't a muscle freak, better than average though.

 

At the age of 24 however he was beginning to show signs of old age. His hair was beginning to grey, and since he was left handed, most of the left of his body were starting to show signs of weakness. His ankle ached when he had been for a run, his wrist swelled when he had been writing. His knee caused so much pain that he had to frequently sit down. His upper left back was in tatters, so much so that he was often unable to lift.

 

I could help him, he knew I had the power to heal the weak and ill. My body had magical healing powers. If I got cut, I would instantly heal. If I woke with a headache the medicine would automatically be dispensed and I would feel instantly fine again. It worked with any one who's body I had control of. But I couldn't heal what I did not own or control.

From birth, each person for the last fifty years had been given one of 2 powers. 1 to heal and one to body swap. Both needed an app on a smart phone so that body snatching could never happen, and so that we couldn't hard the natural course of life and prevent death. The was a handful of people who had both powers. The only problem was that I needed his power and his smart phone to let me heal him.

 

He had never used his power and found it quite insane to allow someone else access to his body, life and memories he was a very private person.

 

Once he reached the age of 25 though, his hair was pure white and he was almost a cripple and he was going to have little choice but to body swap into a healer. One of our mates had had the same problem a few years back and had sadly passed away. Grant didn't want that.

 

I knew I would be the only one he would trust to do it. We had been mates for years. To have access to this (previously) god like body would be a dream come true and Grant knew that.

 

We went through a few bits and pieces like his plans for the next few days and weeks. He begged me not to screw with his long term plans of moving to Australia. He had substantial savings and he made me sign a contract saying that I would not access them. He told me not to mess around with boys or change anything about his sexuality or lifestyle.

 

He would find out soon enough once he was me but I would never to anything to harm or offend him. I was jealous of him and the life he had before he became ill. My only task was to fix that and then enjoy a few months as him before sending him on his way.

 

The biggest risk was to me though and I don't think he understood that. I was becoming him. The one who had the same condition as our mate. The condition all body swappers who refuse to swap get, ultimately, death was on the cards. I had to prey it wasn't too late. Since we had both powers whilst being swapped,  My only condition for him was to be back in my body for a catch up once a week. I wouldn't be swapping, well maybe for a few hours here and there but just as a break.

 

I knew it would take between 3 and 6 months for me to heal all of his problems, but we agreed to a 12 month swap.

 

He found the app on his smart phone and it sent mine a text. I picked it up. Instantly everything went black. I felt very fuzzy, then a sense of blueness came over me. I could see lots of circuitry and i had the sense of electrical noise. I had come to the assumption that I was inside an electrical device likely to be a cell phone.

 

Soon i was able to see again and everything became 'normal' again. There was only one slight difference, my view, I could no longer see Grant, I could see myself sitting opposite where I was now sitting. It had worked I was now Grant. And i felt absolutely dreadful. Grant wasn't a well man, but it wasn't long before my powers began to assimilate Grant's body and the first change was to make Grant look 25 again and his jet black hair was restored. Believe me this process was far from over, as I felt like a 90 year old man, but at least I now looked like Grant should do once more and I could only hope that death was no longer imminent. I could at the very least enjoy my new body and the views that came with it.

 

 

My old body on the other hand looked very nervous, it had begun biting its fingernails. I laughed at him... "That's a habit i got out of about ten years ago.. haha. Please get out of it again. Everything will be fine."

 

 

Little did I know that Grants' true secrets and desires were about to be foretold; Grant may be able to live, but will his life ever be the same again?