Step by Step

This is Brad in a picture he posted when he was running for senior class president.  He is the hottest and most popular jock in school and I’m absolutely in love with him or should I say I am absolutely in love with his body and wish it were mine? Unfortunately one person can’t become another, no matter how much a person wants that to happen. Ah but I look at Brad and all I can do is wish so hard… so hard I had that body.

One day I am walking down the hall and not really looking out where I am going when I bump into Brad. My heart nearly stops when my eyes look upon that perfect model of young maleness and all I can do is hope that he doesn’t notice how bothered I am getting.

“So…so…sorry Brad.” I manage to stutter out, just too awed to say anything else.

“Watch where you’re going next time dweeb.” Glaring at me, he walks away laughing with his friends. I guess I will be the butt of his clique’s jokes for the next thousand years or so.

Wednesday helps me to my feet (yes her name is really Wednesday – her parents are big fans of the old Addams Family TV show they watch religiously in rerun). Brad and she used to be a couple, and according to everyone at school they were the perfect couple until douchebag Brad decided to cheat on her with one of the cheerleaders. She didn’t deserve that as she is one of the nicest people I have met. She will talk to me pleasantly instead of making fun of me.

“Are you alright Sam?” Her voice has a genuine ring of concern in it and oh how I wish she was in love with me instead of Brad. I guess that is one more reason I am so envious of Brad and want to be him. I would never hurt Wednesday’s feelings or break her heart.

“I’m fine. Thank you.” I can feel my face becoming hot with embarrassment. I must be sixteen shades of red and I keep my eyes focused on the floor for fear that she will see the longing in my eyes. Ah my sweet Wednesday. If only you were mine…

“You know Sam that you are so much nicer than Brad. You really shouldn’t envy him so much.” What? How could she possibly know how I feel about Brad? She laughs. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. In fact, maybe we can do something about that desire you have. Come over to my house later, say around seven. See you then.” Did she just invite me to her house? Suddenly I’m walking on air, my day having just brightened by infinite degrees just from her asking me to her house. Wait… is she playing some sort of joke on me? Why would someone like Wednesday who could have any guy she wanted easily, ask a nobody like me to her house?

The rest of the day drags as I can’t wait to go to her house, even if she is just playing a joke on me. But somehow I can’t see her as the type of person to be that cruel. I don’t think Brad will ever know just how much he lost when he broke that beautiful and sweet girl’s heart.

Seven comes and I am standing at her doorstep. Her house is a very old Victorian style mini-mansion. At Halloween it is the creepiest house on the street but today in fading sun of fall it is quite magnificent and not scary at all. I ring the doorbell. I have to laugh. The doorbell plays the theme from The Addams Family and I half expect Lurch to answer the door. Fortunately when the door opens Wednesday is standing there smiling at me.

“Come in, Sam. My parents have gone out for the evening so we have the house to ourselves.” She ushers me inside and I lose my breath as I behold the grandeur.

“Thanks Wednesday. You have a beautiful home.” How dorky does that sound?

She laughs and her face lights up with a most beautiful smile. “Please call me Wendy. Wednesday is just so strange sounding all the time, especially from a friend like you.” She considers me her friend? Be still my beating heart!

“Come on. Let’s go up to my room. I have a surprise for you.” Can this day get any better? I follow her up the stairs until we come to a door at the end of the hall. This must be her room. Dummy… of course it’s her room. Duh. She takes my hand and leads me to the biggest bed I have ever seen. “Sit.”

Me sit on her bed? My heart starts to race as she sits next to me. How can she not know I am in love with her? Maybe she does and she is just ignoring it so she won’t hurt my feelings. She would never hurt my feelings. We chat for a while until the clock in the hall strikes ten. Where has the time gone?

“Would you like something to drink? Of course you would.” She hands me a big glass of what looks like water but has a sweet taste as I eagerly gulp it down my parched throat. I guess all that talking must have dried it out. She goes over to a table and picks something up then comes back to me, handing me a black vest. “This used to be Brad’s. Want to try it on?” Try Brad’s vest on? As kinky as that sounds I actually am quite eager to wear something so personal to my idol. I take my own shirt off, exposing my pitiful excuse of a chest, and pull the vest over my head. It is way too big for my scrawny torso and I am absolutely swimming in fabric. A strange twinge goes through my body and my little Sammy (yes, even that is little) feels very odd. Just as quickly though everything returns to normal and Wendy is helping me out of Brad’s vest and on with my own shirt. She hands me the vest, now neatly folded and in a bag. “Here take this with you.” She is giving me Brad’s vest? Why?

We walk back downstairs and she kisses me sweetly on the cheek as she sees me out the door. “See you tomorrow in school Sam. Pleasant dreams.”

I’m flabbergasted from the kiss and can barely squeak out “Thanks Wendy. Have a good night.” Can I sound any dorkier? She laughs again and closes the door as I start my way home. Brad you’re such an idiot for letting that girl get away from you.

I get home and immediately rush to my room, saying goodnight to my parents so I can check out my treasure. Brad’s vest has now become my most prized possession, not just because it is something personal of Brad’s, but because Wendy gave it to me. This is a night I will long remember.

I undress and go to bed, falling asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. Strange dreams haunt my sleep but when I wake in the morning I can’t remember any of them. It’s time to get ready for school.

I head into the bathroom to start my morning ritual: pee, brush my teeth and rinse, take a shower, and get dressed. I whip little Sammy out but something is very odd this morning. I can’t feel my hands touching my penis. Instead I am feeling very aroused as though I am stroking myself into a frenzy yet Sammy is as flaccid as he can possibly be. The feeling dissipates and I start to pee but I still can’t feel my hands on my Sammy. Is there something wrong with my dick? I start to brush my teeth and as I do so I begin to experience warmth on my body like warm water running down my body. What is happening this morning? I finish up, get dressed, and head downstairs to eat breakfast. My mom pours the oatmeal into the bowl but I’m not feeling all that hungry for some reason. In fact my stomach would probably wretch if I tried eating so I just grab my gear and head to school.

The halls are amazingly quiet this morning. Usually Brad and his buddies are holding court by their lockers before class but not today. I start to head to homeroom when Wendy comes running up.

“Good morning Sam. How are you feeling today?”

“Hi Wendy. Okay I guess.”

“Rumor has it that Brad is out sick, something about a touch of the flu. You should have a nice day without Brad here. See you in class.” That was odd. Why would she take the time to tell me Brad wasn’t feeling well? I nearly fall as I enter the classroom. I can’t sense myself walking. Rather my legs seem like they are stretched out under some sort of covering. My body is doing very strange things today. I make it over to my chair but I still can’t tell what my legs are doing unless I look directly at them. I can tell I am sitting in the chair but I sure feel like I am lying down instead.

The day goes by somewhat normally, albeit without the usual bullying from Brad and company. Normal that is until lunchtime comes. I’ve gotten somewhat used to not feeling anything from the waist down and I can compensate for that when I walk or sit but now my torso is beginning to go numb. Well, not exactly numb but what I am feeling is beyond anything possible. I rush to the bathroom as fast as I can possibly go under the circumstances. Fortunately no one is in there and I lock the stall as I enter in. I lift up my shirt to see if there is something wrong with my stomach. Nope. Same old skinny stomach, except I am feeling tightness like rock hard abs. I sit on the toilet to relax, hoping this sensation will pass. Instead I begin to moan. My dick is being stroked into orgasm by invisible hands and with no sign of stirring showing. Suddenly I can feel a blissful release as I spew load after load. Except when I look down I am perfectly dry, no sign of any jerk off session anywhere. Still my mind is coming off a high I have never had before in my life.

I hurry out of the bathroom and to the nurse’s office, telling her I am not feeling well and need to go home. My afternoon is mostly study halls and gym so she OKs the permission slip and I head home as quickly as I can. Fortunately no one is home at my house so I drop my books and rush upstairs to my room.

My clothes are snug against my body yet when I look down they are just as baggy as they ever are. I strip but I still feel like I am wearing very form fitting attire. Whatever shirt I sense must be so tight that it shows off the two mounds of meat on my chest… except I have no upper body definition at all! I cannot feel my own body even as I run my hands up and down my torso. From the neck down I am numb as though I have been quick frozen. My brain however is telling me a different story. It is sending impulses to nerves in a very well developed body, the body of an athlete and as I stare at myself in the mirror I get a flashing image of a body I know all too well. Just for a moment I could swear I am looking at Brad!

The doorbell rings. I can’t answer naked so I go to the window and look down. Wendy is standing at my door. Has school let out already? I holler down to her to come on in and up to my room. I better find my robe fast before… she walks in the door and I am still naked.

“Don’t worry Sam. You don’t need to be embarrassed. This will all be over soon.” Huh? What will be over soon?

She locks the bedroom door and leads me to my bed. This situation does not seem to surprise her at all, almost as if she was expecting to find me this way.

“Lay down Sam. I don’t want you to fall down when the last wave hits.” What is she going on about?

“Last wave of what?”

“I told you yesterday that I had a surprise for you. Brad’s vest was only the beginning, a catalyst so to speak. You want to be him so very badly and I want revenge for his fling with that cheerleader. We both win. In a few minutes you will completely possess Brad. You will be Brad, have his body, his knowledge, and all of his skills. But you will also have your own compassion mixed in so as Brad you will not be the jerk he is now. No one will be the wiser. I know how much you love me as well. We can be together, the perfect couple you and I. People will just think that we reconciled. Unfortunately when you possess Brad your body will be soulless and will die as though from a heart attack. Brad’s soul will be trapped in his own body, unable to do anything other than observe life through your eyes. Now close your eyes and sleep.”

This is all very shocking. How can someone possess another person’s body? I can’t worry about that now. I am just so sleepy. I can’t keep my eyes open. I….

“Brad. Brad wake up.” Huh? Whose voice is that? I am very disoriented and groggy. I open my eyes, only to find I am not in my own room. I turn my head towards the voice and I see Wendy smiling at me. I smile back. I raise myself up so I am sitting in bed, Wendy helping to support me. I feel so much heavier yet I feel an energy I have never known before. She swings my legs over the edge of the bed and helps me to stand. I am taller than her now, much taller! She guides me to a mirror where I can only gaze in amazement. The body I have longed to have for so long stares back at me. I am Brad. Wendy tenderly kisses me on the lips.

“Welcome home, lover.”