Seanday Shorts: My Wingman

It was the last day of school, everyone was looking forward to the short break ahead. Some more than others.

Cameron Huber--the school's quarterback--had a lot to look forward to in particular. As the captain, he'd pushed the team hard, and they'd won the finals.

Cameron was something special, not your typical jock. He was build, strong deep from the core. While others struggled to achieve their physiques, it was evident from an early age this particular jock was going to be naturally big.

Partnered with his athleticism, was a cool head that earned him a place in AP studies. His warm eyes only hinted at Cameron's generous nature. He was a kind and considerate individual that many people liked. Certainly easy to get on with, with many friends.

Then there was me, his complete opposite. Hardly any friends, easily half his weight. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't evil--just a little mischievous wrapped up with a lot of jealousy.

The final bell had gone, and I tailed Cameron to the restrooms. After waiting a few minutes, I walked in.

"Oh hey," Cameron said sounding A little startled. "Thought everyone else had left."

I sighed. "Might as well have."

He looked puzzled, "What's up David? It's the end of school, time's your own." He had a knack for remembering names.

"I've nothing, nothing to do."

His eyebrows creased, "I'm sorry buddy, cheer up. Look I'll call you we can hang out."

A smile crossed my face, "Really?"

"Sure," I replied, but I remembered my plan and a pang of guilt gnawed at my gut.

I watched him head for the door; as he approached, I pushed him hard. He fell against the door--crunch--his head bounced off its surface and I winched as he slid to the ground.

I had two choices, wake up the big guy and apologise or continue with my plan. This was stupid, rolling him over I pulled Cameron into a cubical.

Looking at the sleeping giant I gently touched his face, his beard felt coarse. I turned his head to the left and right, still tormented as to whether I should be doing this--to Cameron of all people.

The guilt shifted again. Then something much stronger crushed it--jealousy.

I'd decided, I wanted to be Cameron, I wanted his massive bear body, be popular and have friends.

I unbuttoned his shirt, lifting his undershirt revealing the fur that covered the slabs of meat that powered his upper body.

This was it; I rubbed my hands and placed an open palm oh his chest. I felt the crunch of his hairs, and his skin warm to my touch.

The change began, I felt a tightness around my waist. With a gasp, I unbuckled my shorts and they dropped to the floor. A familiar queasy feeling rolled in my stomach, and my t-shirt tightened around my torso.

There was a tightness in my neck, and I shrugged my shoulders. Reaching up to my face, I felt stubble scratched my fingertips.

I brought my hand up and peered at it, surprising now thick and strong it was now. The t-shirt protested and I heard threads breaking as I moved.

The warmth I could feel from Cameron was dissipating. Looking down, I smiled. A smile I knew belonged to the real Cameron. He let out a groan and blinked. Slowly his eyes traced their way up my stolen physique. When we came eye to eye, his mouth dropped.

"Sorry buddy, it's not you that's going to be having a fun break it'll be me."

He started to say something, but I pushed hard on his chest. A crack like lightning and Cameron shuddered and relaxed. It was the last phase of my transformation--I'd taken all his memories and experiences and left him as an empty shell.

Excitedly I began to pull off my clothes. I marvelled in the nakedness of my stolen identity, but this just wasn't the place. Taking off Cameron's clothes, I started pull them on. Each item; underwear, shorts, undershirt, and shirt--it made me feel more complete, more Cameron. Finally his chain and cross, I left the cubical and looked at my reflection--a perfect copy.

Returning to the real Cameron, I needed to hide him while I took his place. I knew that the cleaners had been, from now on it'll only be the security that would check the restrooms on their rounds. Now much easily I lifted the empty shell of Cameron over my shoulder, carrying him to a corner of the restroom. Leaning his naked body against the wall I prepared to carry out my final trick. Pushing my hand through his thick hair I held his head. I muttered some words, they dropped off my tongue in a lost language and I released my grip. Cameron's image started to fade, slowly becoming transparent until he'd disappeared entirely.

Admiring my work I reached down and through the air I felt Cameron's body, his hair, and thick beard--he was totally hidden.

I returned to the mirror, this time through illusion, by myself. I smiled Cameron's way, a warming, welcoming smile. Then I heard something, I turned but there was nothing.

There it was again, "I forgive you." Then I realised the voice was coming from inside my head. I'd done this before, but never heard the voice of the person I become.

"I understand," the voice said again, distinctly Cameron.

"Cameron?" I whispered.

"It's just a couple of weeks," I heard the voice again.

"I'm sorry."

"Let's do this together, let me guide you, to be me."

"Sure," I stuttered. This had not happened to me before, I couldn't believe Cameron was not only willing to giving up his body, but also helping me in this way.

Smiling at my reflection I left the restroom with my new wingman for a holiday I was sure to remember.