I’d been good, nobody knew I’d taken Jordan; just a day before his summer break.
Nobody, except for Jordan.
He struggled, he was strong--that's not changed. I had tricks. He yelled, screamed with fury as I wormed inside him.
I don't know how long I was out of it, but he fought hard. Took me a while to position myself somewhere between his spiritual and physical forms. Something I'd learnt was patience. Jordan wasn't my first--far from it, and he certainly wouldn't be my last.
He fought, and continued to struggle, but I felt him weakening. His strength was fading, he became still, and then I took all that remained.
Passing through the physical boundaries, I slipped into his weakened spirit. I stretched, feeling it's limits, replenishing its strength.
Jordan's spirit stirred again, sensing his physical form once again. Only this time, I was in control.
I could feel that cold tiles against my back, water from the showers peppering at my face and body. I gasped, and choked, spitting out a mouthful of water. Groaning I rolled onto my side. Working my eyebrows, I gradually opened my eyes, looking around. Thankfully I was still alone.
His memories; my memories were sharp. I knew they way he thought, it was easy to pull his strings now, make him perform for me. Within an hour or so, it would be second nature, and his body would feel like my own.
I got to *my* feet and turned off the water. I made my way back to the locker rooms and paused at the mirrors. I looked into his eyes, deep brown, warm eyes. Jordan was a popular guy; strong and confident as well. I smiled, and shifted left and right admiring his physique. Flexing, only improved the view.
Drying off was pleasure, his family was wealthy and I knew they gave him a healthy allowance to supplement his part time job. I generously sprayed expensive cologne over my torso and dressed in his clothes. Finally I snapped on the watch completing my look.
I knew the summer ahead of me was going to be amazing. Jordan had a number of holidays planed with the guys, and a special one with Sarah, his girlfriend.
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As the weeks passed, I almost forgot who I really was. I enjoyed being the centre of his social group, and the alpha amongst his friends. I was living a dream.
Wow! The holiday with Sarah, I pulled out all the stops. First night, I made Jordan's body perform and sent her to the moon. I had to admit he had a lot of stamina.
It was almost the end of Summer Break, and I knew my time as Jordon was coming to an end. He had a lot of hard work ahead of him at school, both mentally and physically. The fun was soon to finish, but I hadn't been slack while using his body.
From inside I'd been manipulating his mind, and increasing his IQ significantly. I hadn't stopped there; I'd suggested that he accepted my existence within his body, and to serve me once I'd left. I'd made sure that he was smart enough to sense me, whoever I looked like. Once alone, he'd become passive whilst still keeping true to character.
Just hours after I became Jordon, I knew who I'd be taking next. It was Derek, his father. It was easy to see where Jordan's genetics originated; Derek was a strong man and knew how to look after himself.
Derek had a business where Jordan worked, which was very exclusive and was extremely profitable.
My next step was going to be a challenge, but it would be worth the effort in the long term.
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I was working with Derek in the gallery. We were alone, and it was an opportunity that I couldn't turn down.
It was almost closing time, and Derek was reviewing the days notes. I knew he loved his son, and I hoped he would do anything for him. I decided to confront him, beIng direct and honest.
"I'm not your son," I said in a clear, steady voice. "He's been gone since the start of summer break."
He looked up at me. "What are you talking about Jordon?"
"I've taken your son's body--against his will, and now I control it."
"Have you taken anything I should know about son?" He said tipping his head.
I smiled and took a few steps back, putting some space between us. "Difficult to believe huh?" I quipped, as I pulled my head from within Jordan’s.
The teenager's head slumped forward and I looked at Derek. "Believe me now?"
His eyes were wide, and his lip trembled. "Get out!" he growled and lunged towards me.
Again, I took a few steps back. Lifting Jordan's head, I forced mine back inside--just in time.
He grabbed my throat with his large hands pushing me back and into the wall with a thud. I could feel Jordan, he was shocked by the outburst and his father's strength.
His grip tightened, and I began to choke. He lifted me--easily. My feet were barely touching the ground as he stared at me, eye to eye.
"Get the fuck out of my boy!" he spat in my face.
I began to struggle, by this time my feet were clear of the ground. I grabbed his wrists, and used all Jordan's strength to try and free myself, but Derek was far stronger. I could feel myself getting hot, as I gasped for breath.
There was a chime; someone was coming into the gallery. Derek dropped me and turned to the man.
"We're closed," he growled. I didn't see the look he gave the man, but he left quickly.
Still gasping, I seized the moment and grabbed a letter opener from the desk. Derek wheeled on the spot and confronted me again.
"Get out of him!" he demanded once again. He looked at the opener, "That's not going to help you."
As he stepped forward I held the blade to my throat; Jordan's throat. It stopped Derek in his tracks.
"You want me out?" I yelled, "This is one way, I kill him, and it's the only way you'll be able to force me out--Dad."
He took another step forward. "And kill yourself? I don't think so."
I nicked Jordan's skin, and a few spots of blood dripped onto his white shirt. "Oh, I'll be fine. It'll only kill your boy," I muttered. That was sufficient to stop Derek in his tracks.
He stepped back, putting some space between us. "What do you want?"
"Oh I'll let you know--later," I said with a smile. "But shouldn't we be getting home? Don't want mom worrying about us."
"Fucker!"
I caressed Jordan's torso. "And don't do anything stupid. I've been in here all summer. I know everything about your boy, so if you try and tell anyone they'll never believe you." I put the knife back on the table. "Besides, I would hate for Jordan to do anything *stupid* like jump off a bridge or run into the road and kill himself. Understand?"
Derek nodded.
I walked over to him, confident as Jordan and jokingly punched his side. "Just treat me with the love you always have—after all I am your only son."
He grunted, and left the room. I returned to Jordan's regular chores. A few moments later, Derek returned. He reached up to my neck again and I flinched, but instead of grabbing my throat, he placed a sticking plaster over the cut.
”Yes, I love my son, so please don’t do anything to hurt him." He returned to his paperwork, but he looked defeated.
I sat next to him on the journey home. He didn't say a word, or even look at me.
We arrived, and his wife's car was in the drive. As we approached the door, I grasped his arm. "Don't fuck this up, otherwise you'll be going to your son's funeral." He nodded, and took a breath as we walked into the house.
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"Boys?"
"Where are you mom?" I called out.
"In the kitchen, its' Maria's day off so I'm fixing something for us," Julia--Jordan's mom called out.
We made our way through the house to the kitchen, and I sat at the breakfast bar.
"Isn't tonight the night you usually do your charity thing with the neighbours?" Derek asked.
"Yes, but I couldn't leave you boys to make your own meals. You'd have nothing or order out."
"Mom, you should go," I said. "I know how important those meeting are to you." I looked at Derek, and jerked my head to the door.
"You should go, we can finish off preparing the meal," Derek added after a pause.
She turned and looked suspiciously between the two of us. "What's going on?"
"Guys night in," Derek chimed. "Watch a movie Jordan?"
"Erm, OK pops," I grimaced--just as Jordan might have.
Julia pulled at the apron she was wearing, and dropped it to the counter. "OK, well if you're sure."
"Yes," I insisted, "I'll even load the dishwasher--I promise."
She smiled, stroking my cheek with her soft fingers. "You're a good boy," she said softly. I glanced at Derek, his expression was stern. Thankfully Julia didn't see, and within minutes she'd left the house.
"I told you, I could be just like Jordan."
"Its' sick. What do you want from me," Derek muttered. I went to the stove, and continued attending to the meal. "Answer me!"
"What value do you put on your son's life?" I asked.
"He, he's--" Derek stuttered.
"Come on," I taunted, "A thousand? A million? It's not a difficult question."
"He's priceless," he whispered.
"Higher than the value of your own life?"
"Yes! I'd do anything for him."
I turned to look at him. "Anything?" I repeated.
He nodded, and his gaze dropped to the floor. "Anything."
"Somehow I doubt that, Jordon's a sweet guy. I've got real close to him over the past month. He's a nice ride, and has a comfortable lifestyle. I don't think you have anything of worth that could entice me to leave your boy." I returned to the stove, attending to the various pans, and leaving Derek to think. After a few minutes, I got the answer I wanted.
"Then take me--just leave Jordan," he choked, barely able to get the words out.
Turning, I bit my lip as I looked at *my* father. This was becoming easier with every passing moment. "He means a lot to you, doesn't he?"
"Everything."
"Jordan's choking up inside here," I replied. "I can feel him."
"You have to promise to leave him," he said with a swallow. "I know you can act like him, and I'm guessing you'll know me as well. I only ask that you be just like me, a father that loves his son."
I smiled. "You have my word."
He sighs, and looks defeated. "So how does this work?"
"Turn around," I tell him. He follows my instructions, and I walk up behind the giant of a man. I rest my hands on his shoulders, and trace them down his arms.
"Your son loves you, just as much as you love him," I whisper.
Before he can answer, I push forward. I slip through Jordan's physical form, and into Derek--it's so much easier with a defeated host. Instantly, I feel his muscular frame, his very presence and confidence. I'm only vaguely aware of Jordan stumbling backwards against the table.
Inside, I stretch to fill his exceptional body. Into his arms, thick torso, muscular legs and finally into his mind. His body tenses, as I take control, and after a moment I'm able to relax.
I glance at my hands, turning them over. I take a very deep breaths, conscious of how my chest expands. I flex an arm and feel the girth of my new bicep and chuckle--in Derek's voice.
Without explaining I go to the stove and attend to the meal.
"Your mom, says she can't cook, but I have to tell you son, this smells wonderful."
"Pops?" Jordan asks.
I turn and look at my *son*. "You know who I am right?"
"Yeah, I know you just look like my dad."
"Good, I'm going to be here for a long time, so when others are around it's strictly father-son. Other times," I grin mischievously, "we can have some fun." Jordan smiles. "Now get some dishes, the meals done."
Jordan heads for the cupboard, and I'm already feeling very much at home.
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