Seanday Reloaded: Baggage Reclaim

I'd just arrived at Heathrow Airport in London and checked the phone while I waited in baggage reclaim.

No signal! Fuck-it! I gave it a shake, what a piece of shit!

It chirped into life, and I checked the message. "Welcome to the United Kingdom. Cute," I mused.

It chirped again, and I cocked a grin at the message. "You fucking cunt, I'm going to find you and kill you! I don't know how you got through security with my passport and gear, but they know!" My grin dropped; the last part worried me, I'd been on the flight imitating this guy--out of touch.

I'd followed him into the restrooms at LA at fucked him over. Jerk, so full of himself--cocky little shit--but he wasn't ready for when I shifted into a bad ass motherfucker. Got him into a head lock and squeezed the air out of him. Someone came in, and I only had to look at them before they wimped out--looked like they shit themselves.

I stripped him, and used my sweatpants to tie him up in one of the cubicles. Haha! Stuffed one of my socks in his mouth to keep him quiet.

Morphing into the jock was like slipping on a shirt; second nature. I took a guilty sniff of his underwear--musky, before pulling them on followed by his shorts, socks, and trainers. Picking up his t-shirt, I rubbed it across my new torso. Yeah, I look like him, but that's all, this helps, and it smelt good as I pulled it over my head.

I hiked his rucksack over my shoulder and pulled on his baseball cap. A quick glance in the mirror and I left for departures. That was ten hours ago.

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I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Excuse me sir, can I see some ID?" It was a security guard.

The shit was about to hit the fan, the guy had obviously called ahead. "Sure, no problem," I replied. "My passport is in the bag." The security guards eyes narrowed as I pulled the rucksack from my back.

"Just hurry up sir," he muttered. I glanced over his shoulder as a second security guard approached. FUCK!

Lifting the bag, I glanced at him and pushed the bag at him as hard as I could. He let out a grunt as I practically knocked him off his feet. I sprinted in the opposite direction.

Dodging left and right I made my way through the crowds of arriving passengers. A shout went out, and a glance over my shoulder confirmed the two guards weren't far behind. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a door open, and I headed for it.

I came face to face with a cleaner, and with a grunt I pushed him back into the narrow corridor as the door closed and locked behind me. He started to tell me that I wasn't allowed in here, but before he could finish I'd doubled in weight and caught him with a right hook.

Pulling him into a side room, I was already stealing his identity. I pulled at his shirt as my skin darkened as did my hair. Time was limited, so I pulled his shirt over the grey t-shirt I was wearing. I dropped my shorts and pulled on his trousers. I checked the ID still clipped to his shirt; Trevor Day.

Opening the door I came face to face with the two guards. "Trevor, you seen a young guy run in here?"

I blinked. "I heard a lot of noise, but I was in the storeroom all the time," I replied confidently in a unfamiliar accent. "I dunno' maybe he ran up there," I continued nodding at the corridor. I watched as the two guards ran off. I smiled to myself and pushed the trolley back out to baggage reclaim. It didn't take long to find an exit, Trevor's pass seemed to have access everywhere.

At the staff locker room, I tried to find Trevor's car keys in his locker. Damn how can you NOT have a car? The radio clipped to my belt crackled into life. "If anyone sees Trevor Day contact security immediately," a monotone voice reported. I turned it off.

"What have you been up to this time Trevor?" A voice piped up from behind a row of lockers.

"Nothing," I muttered. A few moments later a young guy came around the corner wearing a McDonalds uniform. His badge--with a single star--said Peter.

He tipped his chin at me. "You off soon?" I nodded. "Shame I wanted to show you my car, dad got it for me for my eighteenth yesterday."

"Maybe next time," I grunted. He shrugged and left, and I realised I had some transport.

Finding Peter's locker I forced the door, inside was a complete teenager kit. My skin lightened, and I dropped twenty years taking Peter's form. I started to get dressed, some spare underwear, tight burgundy jeans, and trainers. Next the white v-neck t-shirt followed by the grey cardigan, then slipped his wallet into my pocket. I picked up the phone a checked myself in the mirror and took a picture. Checking the messages, I grinned and replied to a message from his girlfriend "my shift has been cancelled. I'm coming over, we can do something together." I couple of minutes later I received a ":D xxxx."

I picked up the car keys and left.