Seanday Off: Lacrosse Master

I drifted into Mrs Olson's English Lit class. As I expected Taylor was slouched at his desk.

The cocky little shit was giving me zero respect all through lacrosse practice so I'd kept him back through lunch and worked him hard with additional plays and target practice finishing off with a couple of laps of the field. He must have got to class and just collapsed into his chair and fallen asleep.

For me it was already the end of the day, being a Friday I'd already locked up the gym and shut off the lights. From my office I'd locked the door and relaxed into my chair at the desk. Slowing my breathing I relaxed, and fell deeper into my own thoughts. Like many times before I gradually felt lighter as my soul lifted out of my physical body; although sleeping, it was empty of any guiding soul.

I'd made my way through the empty corridors of the school and passed through the door of his class. Pausing for a moment above Taylor I admired his broad back and shoulders, he was one of the best looking kids in the year, but fucked up by changing hormones and the lust of a wolf on heat.

I lowered myself into the teenager, and struggled with his soul for a moment before putting it into a deep sleep; it was the only way for me to exist in someone else's body.

Taylor's body spasmed, and I heard some shouts and laughter. My eyes snapped open and then it was clear. "Look he's having a dream," a girl laughed pointing at me.

I sat up and looked around blushing. "Shut the fuck up," I hissed at her and she snapped her mouth shut. I rested my head on my crossed arms and closed my eyes again.

At the moment I had control of his body, and I sounded just like him; but that was it. I needed the complete package to fool his friends and family but more importantly to fool his body and stop it rejecting my own soul.

I sunk down into Taylor and found his sleeping soul, this is what I needed to exist for any length of time inside him. I lifted it easily by its shoulders, although he was the alpha jock he was still smaller than me, and that was reflected in the size of his soul.

"Time to become Taylor Schmitt," I sneered running a finger from under his chin to his navel, unprotected his soul parted, and opened like a pair of coveralls.

Quickly I stepped into the opening; into his legs, pushing into his arms, and finally pulling his hood like head over my own. My larger soul pushed into every available space and with a single gesture I sealed myself inside Taylor.

Everything that was Taylor was instantly mine as I bubbled up and filled the vacant space in his physical form. His body welcomed me; fooled completely and I knew I was staying for the weekend.