"I didn't know there was so much ink," I replied opening the camera on my phone.
He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "I was being sarcastic," he muttered under his breath.
"Oh," I apologised and closed the app. "So what can you tell me?"
"About what?" he sighed.
"You know, about John."
He said nothing as continued to smooth down the tight muscular pectorals that hung from his shoulder. In the mirror opposite he began to turn left and right studying his reflection.
He stretched, pulling at the skin on his tattooed bicep. "Yeah, this is good fit. One of the best I've had."
A melodic dance tune surfaced from the collection of clothes dumped on the floor. John looked at me, then bent over to sift through the designer jeans to retrieve the ringing mobile.
I watched in silence as he punched on the touch screen and answered the phone--his demeanour changed immediately.
"Tony, you fucking tosser, where are you?" He started to pace around the small room, cocking his head with a wide grin on his face--the one I'd seen on the unfortunate original not twenty minutes ago. "Look mate, I was there right behind you. Then your bird wanted to go in that clothes shop. Fuck if I was going to ponce around in there while she tried on shit."
I smirked and he shot me a look. John--the real one--had a short temper and had been in for assault, this was his first week back on the streets. My mouth snapped closed and I backed away until I felt the cold tiles behind me.
"Nah mate, I shouted I was going for a piss, but that bird of your must have been hanging off your ear. Bitch, you should get rid of her, she's always nagging you."
I saw a glint in his eyes, John was notorious for not giving a fuck. He laughed, "Nah mate just pulling your leg, she's all right." He looked at me and jerked his hand a couple of times in front of his dick. "Mate, I don't give a fuck. Look I'll meet you at the fancy cafe on the 2nd floor in twenty. Yeah, like I'm bothered if she brings her mate."
He killed the called. "Tosser," he muttered under his breath and John's arrogant persona washed from his face. "Well that was easy. There's not much to this jerk's mind--sucked it up real quick."
"You were pretty convincing," I told him, he smiled, something that looked quite alien to John's face. I still couldn't believe it was Chad inside, thin and skinny Chad, I'd known him for years. We'd only just finished high school together.
It had taken both of us to subdue John, he was big and strong. A few times he'd managed to throw us both off, he fought dirty something he learnt from being inside or as a kid. He knew how to hurt people, I could already feel the bruising.
I'd finally got the needle into his ass, and we both laid on him until the juice started to work. I just sat in the corner holding my side as Chad unbuttoning his shirt. "Help me will you!" he muttered. I shook my head and could only watch as Chad pulled off his Hi Tops, socks and skinny jeans. He only paused for a moment before pulling at John's green Jockey underwear.
There was hunger in Chad's eyes as he looked at the lifeless monster that hung between John's legs. Then he mouthed, *mine* and grinned. He started to feverishly pull at John's neck, finding an edge he gently eased his fingers underneath. I could see his concentration, it was like I wasn't even there. He followed the edge, high across his back. Almost to his ends of his shoulders, then down following the line of his chest.
I hear a snap, and John's head was separated from his body. Chad threw it over and it landed in my lap. John's brown eyes staring up at me, cursing. I could almost hear him vowing my untimely death. I brushed his eyes closed fearing what might have been if I'd not been able to get that needle into him.
Examining John's head, I still couldn't believe what Chad was planning. Like myself, he'd always been the victim, the skinny kid that people picked on. I pushed my hand into the empty neck and help up John's head. Soon Chad would be taking on the identity of the local thug that ran the district.
When I looked up, Chad had all but transformed into the twenty-six year old and was forcing his arm down into John's. "You still want to go ahead with this?"
He scrubbed as his brown shoulder length hair. "Hell yeah, I've got nothing, except this now," I said. He started feel his entire body, the thick strong arms, deep heavy chest and tight abs. He closed his eyes and groaned as his stoled dick began to swell and stiffen. He sighed and looked down. "And this monster," he muttered giving it a couple of jerks. "Plenty of time for that later." He reached down and pulled on the underwear and struggling to cage the stolen manhood.
I'd told him to leave off John's mask, and just have the body. But he said he wanted the whole package.
"Give me it," I said pointing at the mask. I looked into Chad's blue eyes and then it over. I felt kinda sad to see my friend swallowed up by John. I wondered if I'd ever see him again--the real Chad I mean.
He pulled it over his head, and I watched his thick long hair disappear under John. He pulled at his new face, pushing the masks features into place.
John blinked for the first time and looked over at me. Chad's blue eyes were lost, only John's dark brown eyes remained as he smoothed out the joins, creating a seamless, undetectable transition.
The death of my friend, Chad and the rebirth of John was complete.
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I watched saying nothing as John pulled on the clothes that had been pulled from his body only minutes earlier. He swept the shirt across his shoulders and buttoned the front. He looked the same, sounded the same--just as he did before he walked into the small room. But John had changed.
He held out a hand, I took it and he pulled me to my feet. "I might look like a thug," he told me, "but remember its me inside."
I nodded looking uneasy at the man that had just give me a beating. "I'll be in touch, a few days at the most," he told me. "Once I get Tony alone, I'll give you a call. Then *you* can dump that bitch and we can be together again."
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