Seanday ReCap: The New Job

With a large house in one of the greatest cities in the world, it's not difficult getting hold bodies to use for a couple of days.

I'd put up a website offering the eight spare rooms I had for bed and breakfast. Got some good reviews and it soon became the premier place to stay by gap year students. The reviews? Yeah, they were always good when I was inside them. Logged in using their accounts, checked their emails and stuff always wrote glowing reviews.

I wanted more, and I think it needed a fresh face--a young face hosting the business. So I advertised for a live-in manager to look after the house and bookings.

I'd interviewed a number of people, but nothing that I thought would fit my requirements. I was about to give up when I got an email from Josh.

The twenty-one year old was looking to work in city--he sent a picture, and I knew he was the one. He'd be an ideal front for the business: handsome, young, trustworthy and most importantly strong. I flipped through his resume; he was smart as well--perfect.

I got a call; he'd flown in for a face-to-face interview after a very favourable telephone conversation. I went to pick him up, and found him sitting on a wall, I almost choked--he was wearing a tight hooded top that left nothing to the imagination. I waved and he smiled back. That's all I needed he had the job.

We travelled back, and he told me about his college life. He was a quarterback, and wanted to get some business experience. I told him he'd be getting a lot of experience working for me.
Back at the house I didn't bother with a further interview, I offered him the job and he willingly accepted. To celebrate, we had a beer each--his was tainted.

He crumpled to the floor, with a heavy thud. I gathered up his unconscious body, struggling to get him over my shoulder. I took him to the room I'd assigned him and dropped him on the bed--I looked at Josh, almost fifteen years my junior. Even relaxed his build was impressive.

I started pulling at his clothes; trainers, socks, jeans and underwear--he was just as impressive below the waist. Pulling him upright, I tackled his shirt. It hugged his body like a second skin as I pulled it over his head.

He flopped back on the bed: he was like an Adonis. I touched his pecs, and felt a roughness--he'd shaved. I'd been inside many of the guys that had stayed in the house, each one only for a couple of days. They'd been guys travelling alone, others in groups, even couples.

I licked my lip and quickly undressed. Rolling Josh onto his front, I admired his wide back, and narrow waist and how they complemented each other. Mounting his back, I carefully aligned myself across his body. His hair--freshly cut, tight against the nape of his neck, carefully gelled and shaped on the top, he looked after himself.

Slowly I closed my eyes and relaxed--

I gasped, and snapped open my eyes--the pillows of the bed. Rolling over, I felt a new weightiness; I already knew everything about Josh. His memories were mine.

I got to my feet, and wobbled a little. In the mirror, Josh looked back, but it wasn't quite right. My own body had disfigured his physique a little. The pecs were soft, and his cobbled stomach was lost--but I wasn't finished yet.

This was going to be my new permanent identity; I need to shuck what remained of my old self just as I had done thirty years before.

My mouth started to water, I retched and raced for the bathroom. I threw up in the empty bowl repeatedly until it was over. Wiping my mouth, I stumbled backwards and leaned again the wall. The reflection in the mirror showed the restored Josh--me.

I traced my pecs and abs, grinning I knew the transfer had been successful--I was Josh Whelan, and as far as anyone else was concerned always had been. Inside, it was me, with all my powers transferred. I chuckled to myself, and a new job.

Returning to the bedroom, I pulled on Josh's clothes and sent a text to his--my mom. "Got the job send over my stuff."

I was unpacking when I heard someone calling out my old name. I looked around the door, it was Sam one of the guys staying in room three. "Hey," I called to him with a nod.

"Looking for Mr. Archez?"

"Yeah, he's had to leave--some family business," I lied. "I'm his nephew, Josh. I'm looking after the place while he's away."

"Oh right, I'm looking for some extra towels?" he replied scratching at his scruffy half beard.

"Sure, got some in here," I replied pointing at a storeroom at the back of the bedroom. I stepped back as he walked in, he was the same height as Josh and the way his black t-shirt hung off his frame suggested he was a little heavier.

I wanted to make sure that I was still able to possess people now I'd become Josh. Besides, I was interested to see what the two jocks were getting up to in the double room they'd rented.

From behind, I clamped a hand over Sam's mouth, and pulled him backwards. He struggled for a moment, but I was already pushing into his frame. I knew with a straight possession like this I could get inside any size of person.

Rolling my shoulders, I got comfortable in Sam's body. I looked at the face in the mirror, and flicked at my hair into place. Putting my chin in the air I scratched at the beard, I knew Sam liked it--made him look older he thought--important for a nineteen year old.

I plucked at his shirt making it fall nicely over his pecs. I felt tightness in his shorts and I stuffed a hand down to investigate--hard. His memories started to filter through and I rolled my eyes. "Oh, towels," I laughed in Sam's voice.

Picking up a set of towels from the storeroom, I returned to room three where I knew his friend was waiting.