Phone Home - Part 2

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It’s been a week since the serendipitous selfie placed me in the body of a fine young brown skinned man. Ever since then, I’ve been obsessed with becoming him again. I want that body & deserve to be him. Since that fateful few minutes, things just haven’t been the same. Every time I look in the mirror, I’m repulsed by the creature staring back at me. Pasty, dry skinned and puny. Something about being in that other guy’s body has me turned on so strongly; yet, despite my best efforts and numerous selfies, I haven’t been able to return to him. I was about to give up when fate surprised me yet again. I was sitting in my bathroom on my toilet tinkering with the damn phone when all of a sudden I caught myself accidentally taking a picture of my groin and legs. Then, I blinked.

 

When I opened my eyes, I was shocked to find out that I was wearing rain boots and jeans. There was also a computer at the base of my feet. “No way.” I said aloud to nobody… then that’s when it hit me. I’m back in the other guy’s body. I quickly jolt up and I stand up, a little taken aback by my center of gravity, and disoriented not sure exactly where I am… I see a sign. I’m in a hotel. Deciding that I should pack up and find a bathroom, I begin to pick my computer up and stuff it in the backpack that was next to me.

 

I look at my brown hands. My short fingernails. I’m in awe. I’m actually back home. I run my tongue over my teeth, feeling the texture of my new mouth. I can feel my dick getting excited – happy to be under my management. I see that I have on a blue watch. It’s exactly 1:05PM. Suddenly, a memory jogs into my head. I was getting ready to do a Skype call with Ariel. My girlfriend. I smirk, happy that this body’s memories are coming through to its new owner. I decide to head to my hotel room, and get ready for my Skype call.

 

Walking in Jonny’s body is amazing. I feel so confident, so natural. I know my name is Jonny Gonzalez, I’m currently 18 years old and getting ready to finish high school in Miami. I walk into the elevator and nod politely to the fine thing who obviously just got out of the pool. She looks at me with a hunger in her eyes- nobody ever did that to me before I was Jonny. I find that I’m acting like the old owner of this body would – I wink at her and make the shape of a V with my pointer and middle fingers. Then, I stick my tongue in it and playfully act as thought I’m eating a pussy. She smiles at this and starts a conversation:

 

“I’m Janise.”

 

“Jonny,” I reply cooly. Still shocked that my voice sounded so suave. So sexy. But I didn’t let this show.

 

“Cool. I’ve seen you around here. You stay here?”

 

“Nah, my Unc Romeo runs this place. The big manager. I usually crash here on weekends.”

 

“Oh cool. So you have your own room?”

 

“Pent-House babe.”

 

She smiles at this. I know she’s thinking of some foreplay. “Maybe I can towel off and stop by?”

 

“Word. Name’s King Neptune on Twitter. Why don’t you message me when you get ready.”

 

We arrive on her floor. “DM you soon, boo.” She bites her lower lip, and walk out. I squeeze that ass. She smiles.

 

When I arrive on the 20^th floor I immediately know which room to go into. I pulled out my wallet, and I smiled at my Driver’s Liscense. 5’ 11”, 180lbs, even my photo wasn’t all that bad. This body is just so damn attractive.

 

I get into the room and am shocked to see that it looks like a living room more than a hotel room. Well, shocked in the sense of this is my first time in here. Not shocked because I knew what to expect. Every moment I spend in this body the more natural things become. I plop down on the bed across from the TV and open my Mac. I start up Skype and smile in the camera.

I look at my face up close. Jonny. Age 18. My hair is tight, my polo is crisp and my body is mine. I rub my chin. I’ve been thinking about growing a goatee. And a moustache. I think it’s time.

 

I stare into my eyes, mezmorized to be seeing this temple. I love every inch of this body. My home. My penis is growing impatient with me, so I slip my hands into my jeans and tickle it a little. It’s warm. I feel my shaft. I’m thick. Damn, I’m one fine and well endowed creature. I have the world at my fingertips. I remember several of my friends tell me I should go into modeling. I just might. This is my second chance – in my rightful body.

 

Suddenly, Ariel calls.

 

“Sup boo.”

“Heyyyy. You’re late.”

 

“Yeah, sorry bout that. Saw this fine girl in the elevator and had to give her a tease.”

“You’re so naughty…”

“You Like?” I laugh

 

“I’ll like it even better if you take off that shirt….”

I comply. I revel at this body. I love to show it off. Under my control, Jonny will be a sex god. I rub my brown muscles a bit for her. I even start to lick it, turning myself on with each kiss of the mounds. Lean muscle. This is a solid work of art, my body.

 

“Oh baby…” she says... "I wish you could be here with me.

"Oh yea?" I tease, bouncing my pecs

 

Just as I was licking my bicep and getting turned on by my worshipping, I found myself getting lightheaded. I try to fight through it, and I put on a tough face to conceal the pain a bit. Besides, bitches love when I look a little thug.

 

I blinked.

 

I was back in the bathroom, sitting on my toilet in my old body.

 

I jump up. Disappointed. Angry. Upset. I look over to the clock I have sitting near the tub. It’s 2:30. I have been gone for one hour and a half. It’s not enough. I need to find a way to permanently become Jonny.