Friday afternoon, I was riding on the monorail on my way home from work. It was crowded as usual since most of the people was already on their way home from school or work. If not, they were on their way somewhere to spend their Friday night.
The train just stopped on a station that was third to the last station. Most of the people get off this station since the street below this station is road going outside of the city and into the suburbs area. As the area got more spacious as a large crowd exited, a man in a green hoodie, sweatpants and with two large bags entered the train. He was huge. You could see his bulging muscles wanting to burst out of his clothes. I don’t know whether I was intimidated by his size or just curious of where he was going with those bags. Suddenly, he noticed me looking at his bags. I looked away. Even though, I was looking at different direction, I could still see his reflection at the pole in front of me. He was eyeing me like he was angry with me for looking at his bag. Then his eyes focused on my backpack. He picked up his bags and approached me. I was nervous and scared at the same time like I had the feeling that he was going to beat me up or argue with me in front of the old lady and her cat beside me.
“Hey man!” he said.
“Hi” I said nervously.
“I know that you have been looking at my stuff” Oh no! Here we go! He’s probably going to punch me right now. I thought to myself. “Dude, relax. I just want to talk.”
“Okay. So you’re not mad at me for looking?” I replied.
“No. I’m not that type of guy.” He said. I was relieved of what he said. “Listen, I noticed the tag on your bag over there and I noticed your address.” Crap! Maybe he is mad and he’s just waiting for the right moment to burst into anger! He’s probably going to my house and beat up there. I thought to myself. “I was going to my friend’s house. Based from the address he gave me and yours, it looks like you to are neighbors. Grant Silvers is your neighbor right?”
Oh, you mean that no good prick who keeps messing with me and my house? “Yes.” I replied in an even tone.
“Well, I haven’t been there before and I have this feeling that I might get lost. He also mention that taxis rarely pass there. I was hoping that I could hitch a ride or come with you till we get there if that’s okay with you?”
I was surprised with what he was asking from me. A total stranger, talks to me and asking to give him a ride, this is a whole new level of the “don’t talk to strangers” and “never pick up hitchhikers” lines. How can I trust him? He might be there to rob him or mug me in the process too. Then again, if he is telling the truth, I could use him to get close to Silvers and finally get my revenge on him for all the things he’s done to me.
“Sure.”
“Thanks! I’m Steve by the way.”
“Brett.”
We arrived at the last station and headed to the parking lot to find my car which was a two-door hatch back. The car became crowded when we got in since his overly large bags took up most of the space at the back and his huge arm was in the way whenever I wave to shift the gears and access the hand break.
We were half way there and I really want to do my improvised plot to deal with my horrible neighbor. I noticed the sleeping pills (which I placed in a labelled jar that used to have candies in it) that I have on the cup holder. “Mint?” I asked.
“Sure! Where is it?” he asked.
“They’re in the jar over there on the cup holder.” He got the jar and took out two pieces. He showed a smile on my face and placed them in his mouth. As we were two blocks away from my street, he was out cold. I pulled the car over and parked it in a dark alley. I got out of the car and went to the passenger side on the car. I opened the door and removed the seatbelt from him. I made his seat move backward and I sat on his lap. I aligned my body with his and recited an incantation that I have been using for years now. I was now worming myself into his body and soon, I was inside his body and in complete control over it. I went out of the car and stretched my newly-borrowed body.
Getting back into business, I got in my car. The steering wheel felt it got smaller with the hands that I as now using. I drove back to my place and parked my car in the garage. I left my car keys inside the house and left the premises with Steve’s stuff. I walked going to my neighbor’s house and rang his doorbell. He opened the door and gave me or rather Steve a loud and warm welcome saying, “Steve! You made it! How’s it hanging bro?”
“Yeah! I know! I’m doing great man!” I replied with Steve’s voice.
“I didn’t hear a car pull over. Did you walk all the way here?”
“No you, idiot! I hitched a ride with your neighbor.”
“Who? Old Mr. Turner?”
“No, man. It was your other neighbor, Brett Anderson.”
“Wait! Stupid Anderson gave you a ride?” he said laughing.
“Yeah. He didn’t sound stupid as you think. He was actually really nice.”
“Aw. You like him don’t you?” he continued laughing.
“Shut up you moron and bring me a beer.” Steve’s voice boomed. Grant got up and went to the kitchen to get the beers (still laughing). We spent the night catching up and thanks to my complete control of Steve’s memories I was able to act and talk like him. After a while, I was able to put the rest of my improvised plan into action.
“Dude, I went to this show with my girlfriend and we were able to get in backstage. The host was really fun to hang around with. When my girlfriend went to the restrooms, he showed me a trick that he did to one of the volunteers for his act.” I lied
“Cool man! What was it?”
“Why tell about it when I could show you how it goes?” I replied. He was surprised about what I said. I placed my hands on his head and closed my eyes. As I said an incantation from my spell book, his eyes started to close. After I said the stuff, his eyes opened but his entire eyes were now black. I grinned. “Who am I?” I asked
“Steve Summers.” He replied in a monotonous tone.
“Do you know who I really am?”
“Yes. You are Brett Anderson, a.k.a. ‘The Master of Disguises.’”
“Good. Now, what is your new purpose, Grant?”
“I am now your loyal servant.”
“Good. Now, as I release my hands over your head, you will act completely normal but you have to obey all of my commands without question. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes.” He replied. With that answer, I released his grip and he was now looking and sounding as normal as he was before. “So what now boss?” asked Grant.
“It’s getting late and I want to sleep now and I’m too lazy to get out of Steve’s body and go home.”
“So sleep here then…”
“Sure but I’m not sleeping on the sofa.”
“You can sleep on my bed if you want.”
“Okay. But I got a little more energy to do one more thing…”
“What’s that then?”
“It’s a guy’s version of a sleepover right?”
“Right”
“So, I want to sleepover in our body.” With that sentence, he immediately stripped down to his boxers and turned around, facing the wall. I got the feeling that he already knows what I want him to do. I discarded Steve’s hoodie, sweatpants and socks. Then, I walked towards him. I recited the incantation I used on Steve earlier and wormed my way into Grant’s body. He let out a low groan as I got inside and took control.
I adjusted myself as I try to get used to Grant’s body. His body seemed a bit different now that Steve’s body is also inside of him. His muscles got bigger and firmer. He even got a few millimeters taller. I went into the bathroom to see my acquired reflection. I took a quick bath afterwards and want to sleep knowing I got my problem under my control, with Grant as the problem that I was talking about.
I wonder what else should I do with him and most importantly, who’s next?
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