The Greatest Gift

Marcus arrived in his typical style on his motorcycle, dressed in his leather jacket and jeans. Marcus was a good kid. Well, not actually a kid but at 30 years of age he was young enough to be my son. We were as close as a father and son, a bond we had forged over the months since I had need of a helper around the house and he had applied for the job. Never having married and with no children of my own, he had become the son I had always wanted. I had repeatedly asked him to be a live-in companion so he wouldn’t have to travel so far but he always declined. He said the ride over helped him clear his head and he so clearly loved riding his bike that he didn’t mind the distance from town to my home in the country.

“Good morning, Mr. Donaldson. How are you feeling?” He asked as he dismounted. No matter how many times I told him to call me Mike, he still insisted on calling me Mr. Donaldson. Polite to a fault, something rarely seen these days.

“Doing okay, all things considered.”

“I need to talk with you.” I almost dreaded what he might have to say. Was he going to leave me for another job?

 “I have a proposition for you Mr. Donaldson. I want to help you.”

“You already do help me. Very much Marcus.”

“Well… I want to do more for you, end your pain. I told this genius friend of mine about you and how I wanted to help you. He helped me develop a special serum.”

He had gotten my curiosity aroused. Had he found a way to cure the illness that was quickly eating my body away?

“This serum would allow us to be together. You see what it does is to turn a person into a body suit. Not just any kind of body suit but one that retains the essence of the original person plus the person who puts the suit on. I want you to become me, Mr. Donaldson. No more pain. No more dying too soon.”

“What?” I was rather taken aback by what he was telling me. Someone becoming someone else? I had heard some very strange things in my time but this really took the cake. Me as Marcus? Absurd.

“I know it is hard to believe but it is possible.”

“I don’t know Marcus. This all sounds far too strange for me.” Even as I was saying that he had taken a syringe from his pocket and injected this strange glowing serum into himself.

“Okay. Here is the deal. In five minutes I will be a body suit for someone to wear. If someone doesn’t put me on within an hour, I will cease to exist. I know I’m not giving you much of a choice but I really want to do this for you… and for me. Once you put me on both of us will be in my body as Marcus. Think about it. You will be young again and not too shabby looking either, if I do say so myself.  I can feel the effects starting. Please do this for both of us.” I grew embarrassed as he disrobed in front of me, finally laying naked on the floor by me. Aye, he was a handsome lad and I was ashamed to admit to myself that I was lusting after him.

I knelt beside him to see if there was anything I could do to stop his insane plan yet even as I watched him I could see something happening to his body. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer and whispered in my ear: “Wear me.” His eyes glazed over and before long he had stopped breathing.  His hand dropped limp onto the floor. He looked like a beautiful young god who had fallen asleep in the humble abode of a mere mortal. I watched horrified as his body broke into several pieces, each piece resembling an article of clothing.

I was arguing with myself about what I should do when I remembered he told me he would only exist for an hour after he injected himself. I glanced up at the clock, realizing the hour had almost passed and I would lose Marcus forever if I didn’t act.

I looked over to the pile that used to be a living, breathing young man named Marcus. Now I understood what he meant when he told me to wear him.  I had this picture in my head of playing dress up for Halloween like I used to do oh so many years ago. I would be wearing a Marcus costume, albeit one that would hang from my much differently proportioned body. The clock kept ticking so I had to put the clothing on fast - I couldn’t think of this as Marcus or I would never do as he wished.

I reached for what looked to be boxer shorts with depictions of genitals and an arse. They felt quite silky and soft as I slipped my feet through the openings and brought them up over my legs. Imagine my surprise when I got them into place and they merged with my skin seamlessly. Of course, the bigger shock came when I reached down to feel them and found I was touching a real large uncut rod that definitely was not the one I had mere seconds ago. Somehow the boxers had become part of my body, or more accurately, had changed that part of my body into what had once been Marcus’. I picked up the remaining pieces and went into my bedroom where I had a full-length mirror. The image staring back at me was quite amusing actually. I had a stud’s package attached to my otherwise old man’s body. My new arse was nicely toned as well.

I had no time to waste for exploration now if I wanted to save Marcus. I slipped the sock-feet over my own then followed with the quite long pants. Like the boxers, they merged with my own body, changing my legs and feet into muscular and powerful appendages. My head now appeared closer to the top of the mirror which meant I had miraculously grown a few inches in height. I was not as tall as Marcus had been but I was pretty damn close. From the waist down I possessed Marcus’ lower half, making me half stud and half dud.

As I stood there gaping in amazement at what had just happened I was startled by a voice. Marcus’ voice.

Hey Mr. Donaldson. Looking good there, stud boy. There was no mistaking his smooth baritone.

“Marcus? How?”

I told you we would be together. If you like what you see so far, imagine the thrill you’ll get when you are totally me.

“You know you really should start calling me Mike now.”

Nope. I’ll start calling you Marcus instead. Now finish getting dressed.

Marcus’ upper half had changed into something that looked like a sweatshirt, a sweatshirt with images of well-defined pecs, killer abs, and guns to die for. And that was just the front. I picked up the shirt and started to pull it over my head.

I took a deep breath and brought the shirt over my head, putting my arms into the sleeves as I pulled it into place. I gasped as I looked in the mirror to see Marcus’ torso, my old head sitting on top of his glorious younger frame. I couldn’t help myself. I just had to feel those firm pecs and abs. I flexed my arms, watching as the biceps rose into amazing mounds of muscle.

Only one piece remained and somehow, I knew this was going to be the hardest of them all. I hesitated, fear overcoming me. Fear of not being me anymore. Sure, I would be young, handsome, and without the constant pain I now endured but still….

Don’t be afraid. I am and always will be here with you. He was trying to reassure me, but I guess the real question was: did I trust him with my life? He never had lied to me and I had no reason to believe he was lying to me now. Besides what did I have to lose?

I held Marcus’ head in my hands. Well, more accurately a full mask of his head. With wavy dark hair and dreamy eyes, he was indeed beautiful to behold. This could all be mine and all I had to do was slip this last piece over my own head. I looked around once more, drinking in the house I had lived in for so many years, realizing I did not know what the future held once I took the last step. One last look in the mirror and I raised the mask to my head then in one quick movement I lowered it down until it completely covered my own features. Everything went black as my mind seemed to whirl wildly.

Relax. Open your eyes. Marcus’ soothing voice again as some unseen hands gently nudged me.

My eyes fluttered open. The mirror image reflected Marcus back at me, complete in every detail.

“This is incredible. I…” I thought I was going to lose it when I heard my new baritone speaking out loud. I sounded exactly like Marcus! I raised my arms and the mirror image did the same. Every movement I made the reflection did as well. Nothing of my old self remained. I was Marcus or at least I looked like Marcus. Mentally I was still me.

Welcome to your new life, Marcus. This is all yours now. What do you think? Do you like being me?  Marcus was with me. We were sharing the body, but I had control.

“I feel so… young again. Your body is remarkable. So powerful. So alive.” I stood there gaping at myself in the mirror.  Pulling flexes. Feeling his…my abs. Checking out my package on full display. This was just so unbelievable. No pain anywhere. He had given me the greatest gift anyone possibly could. He had given me my life back.

Don’t just stand there gawking at yourself. Go enjoy being a young pain-free stud with lots of energy and sexual prowess. Take the bike for a spin. I guarantee you’ll love that. Get out there and do those things you haven’t been able to do for so long.

While I could have stood there in front of the mirror admiring myself all day, Marcus had other plans for us.

Get dressed. We’re going into town. You need to relax and let out that excess energy you have from the switch and there is only one way to do that. You’re going to love having sex in our body. I guarantee that. It had been a very long time since I had thought about being with another person. Even then my performance had been less than stellar. I could only begin to imagine what it must be like in Marcus’ body. I started to go to my closet to get some clothes.

Your clothes won’t fit now. You’ll have to wear mine. He was right, of course. I went back to the other room to get the clothes Marcus had on earlier. My mind still couldn’t quite wrap itself around the fact that I would now fit into the much larger apparel. And boy did they fit! I never realized Marcus wore his clothes so tight until I slipped them on. The dark vest he had been wearing clung to every crevice that comprised his powerful chest while the jeans could barely contain his manhood and muscular legs. I swore he must buy clothes one or two sizes too small just to show off. Once I was ready – boots and leather jacket in place – I couldn’t resist getting another look at myself. I wasn’t disappointed. There is something different about looking at yourself through your own eyes, so I noticed little things about my new body I had never noticed before – the way the stubble accentuated the strong jaw line and the way the black wavy hair made the piercing eyes stand out – there was no denying just how sexy I now looked. Even in my younger days I never looked this good. I had to admit it. I was a certified stud.

Enough drooling already. We’ve got a long way to travel to get back to town so let’s get going. I could hear the amused tone in his voice as he reprimanded me for my self-gawking.

“Sorry. I just can’t help myself.” Yup… no one would be able to resist my charismatic charm. I was getting cocky, not like Marcus at all.

Okay Mr. Humble. Time to get on your new toy.

Excitement filled every brain cell I had. It had been years since I had last ridden a motorcycle and the idea got me giddy like a schoolboy going on his first date. Marcus always looked so cool on his bike, which of course thrilled me no end, but above that there was the anticipation of the thrill of speeding on the open road. Back in my day we didn’t worry about helmets so much but now brain buckets were required, taking some of the fun away as I wouldn’t be able to relish the wind blowing through my hair. That certainly was a minor inconvenience in the big picture though.

I went outside to where Marcus had parked his bike and hopped on. The sun shone brightly so I searched the jacket pockets for his shades – I would need them on the long ride to town. Putting them on conjured an image in my head: imagine what Marcus would look like in full leather from head to toe. That would be so hot! Maybe I could try that look on for size sometime. Right now, however, I had to get going. I pulled the black full-face over my head and tightened the strap. I stole a glance in the side mirror – I was one bad ass looking dude and I loved it.

Hey biker boy. Let’s get on the road.

After exploring the bike’s controls a bit, I fired up the engine. Music to my ears. I put it in gear and took off, relishing the freedom of the road. Marcus’ body was just made for this kind of adventure and I could understand why he never minded the long ride from town. I wasn’t going to mind either. I pretty much stayed on the back roads as much as possible – less traffic to contend with – and in about an hour we arrived in town.

The town had changed a lot since the last time I was here. Some of my favorite hangout spots were no longer around. A guy could get lost very easily.

Take a right up here at the intersection. Go down about two miles and you’ll come to my complex.

What greeted my eyes was quite a surprise.  I expected Marcus to live in an apartment complex as most bachelors his age did. Instead I found myself staring at a group of small homes that formed a community of their own.

Mine is the white one with the picket fence and all the flowers. See? Park in the garage to the left. Not much compared to your house I know but this is where I grew up, so it has always been my home. I just couldn’t bring myself to move out after my parents died.

I entered the house. While not nearly as big as the one I lived in, it appeared to be quite comfortable and more than enough room for one person. Marcus certainly took good care of it.

There was a lot about him I didn’t know. I had no idea what his tastes were like, what kind of hobbies he might have, or even what his sex life was like. But I could tell one thing about him: he was very sentimental. Underneath that pretty boy exterior beat a heart of gold willing to help anybody out. In other words, Marcus was a good person. I knew he would go out of his way to help anybody. Hell, I was living proof of what he would give up to answer someone’s prayers.

I was beginning to feel quite the need for a little bit of relief down below. He had said there was pent up energy from the transformation and I guess he had been right. I would have to find someone willing to satisfy my needs, so I figured that would mean I would have to look my most appealing, starting with getting the weariness of the day off my body.

You’ll find the bathroom through that door over there and your clothes are in the closet in the bedroom just off the bath.

Leave it to Marcus to know what we needed. After a quick shower, which by the way only confirmed once again what a stud the man really was, I went into the bedroom. His closet was filled with simple clothes but ones I was quite sure flattered every crevice of his body.

Try the black satin shirt, black pants, and the black side-zip boots. I think you’ll find just how alluring you can be dressed like that. Oh, and no underwear.

Now who was being Mr. Humble?? Anyway… I did as he said. The shirt felt like heaven as it clung to my impressive chest and I decided to leave a button or two undone for added measure. Slipping the soft pants on was a dream and he was right: going commando helped show off the impressive package downstairs. Lastly, I slipped my bare feet into the boots and zipped them closed. One last swipe of the comb through my hair and I was ready to go. I must say the black outfit showcased my piercing blue eyes and teased of the wonders waiting beneath the clothes. I felt like a million bucks standing there looking in the mirror. I was definitely going to score tonight. Who wouldn’t want to be with a sexy hunk like Marcus?

I got my leather jacket back out, hopped on the bike, and headed to town to find some action. It didn’t take long. As soon as I walked through the club doors I was surrounded by adoring potential partners all salivating over me. Marcus’ natural charm meant it wasn’t long before I was in a back room making out. Marcus hadn’t been lying when he told me about how great his sexual prowess was. Suffice to say I enjoyed myself more than I had in ages and I don’t think my partner was disappointed either.

Spent, I went home to get some much-needed rest after a very long day. I fell asleep soundly, dreams of Marcus dancing through my mind.

Sweet dreams, Marcus. When you wake up you truly will be me… Marcus… with no memory of Mike Donaldson. You will only remember your life as Marcus. I will always be here with you. I promise. Enjoy your life.

I woke up to bright sunshine streaming through my window. Last night had been fantastic. There was a knock on my door. I got up slipping my jeans on and went to answer. The police had come to let me know that Mr. Donaldson had died peacefully in his sleep after I left yesterday. They never did say who found him or reported his death. Once they were gone I started to think back on the man. At least he hadn’t suffered at the end.

Later in the day an attorney representing Mr. Donaldson called to tell me I was named the executor of his estate and that I needed to come in for the reading of the will. I was in shock when I learned he had left his home and no small fortune to me. Seems he truly had thought of me as the son he never had.

Rest in peace, my friend. Your friendship was the greatest gift I ever received.