... a wrestler, who'da guessed!
I was getting past my best and was looking for something a little younger when I heard about this teen. He'd been in an accident, a freak one, and had to be sedated to aid his recovery. They showed a picture of Josh in hospital, he looked fine but they weren't hopeful.
It didn't take long for me to decide to fix him, it would be a miracle in many eyes, but I'd been doing if for too many years to remember.
I found him in a private ward, the usual pipes and wires keeping him alive. I knew what I was going to do was wrong, but I believed I would be good for Josh with my experience on hand.
Slipping out of my clothes, I parted his lips and grasped his shoulders. Offering the crown of my head against his mouth, I pushed.
Closing my eyes, I focused on changing; something flowing, and pushed slowly into his body.
Within moments, It had changed and I was now pulling the remainder of myself into the teenagers body.
Deep within, I began to shift again, this time merging with Josh. His body squirmed as I pushed into his extremities. Finally I migrated towards his head, and I pulled his mind into mine.
I laid there a further day, closing all the seams and fractures between us. I knew this would be my form from now on, so I pushed all my abilities outwards and into Josh's body. I smiled lightly; me--now a horny teenager with the ability to possess people.
Another day passed, and then I woke--much to the amazement of the medical team. The family were obviously ecstatic, and after lots of tests in the hospital--they found nothing unusual of course--I went home.
I loved being Josh, he'd always been strong, but with my determination I built a body that would have made him proud. Even though the opportunity arose many times, I decided not to jump anyone, and only concentrate on being a success.
After a year, I graduated—with flying colours, and Mom and Dad got me the car they'd promised. I'd sweared abstinence, all through my school time. I wasn't an issue for me really, although Josh was still fresh, the real me had enough sex to last a while!
With a scholarship agreed, it was time to kick back for a while. While as Josh I didn't want to break a promise to my folks, do I decided to jump some guys, and have a wild time—just to experience it as Josh.
I setup a week, tell Mom and Dad that I was meeting friends in the city--a perfect cover. Packing for the break; although I'd never use it--I said my goodbyes and headed out. Before I hit the station, I stopped off at a local storage place and dropped off my case, I wanted to travel light.
The train wasn't busy, and as I walked its length I cam across a young couple. The guy was about my age--Josh's age. They snuggled together, laughing. I sat a new rows down, but could still hear their conversation.
It seemed they were on a romantic few days in the city. The guy said he was sorry he couldn't afford to jet them away for a holiday. She hugged him and said she was excited to get away, and as long as he was by her side, it would be perfect.
I sucked on my lip, I really couldn't have asked for more. I just needed to get this guy alone.
I walked past them again, and headed for the buffet car. I bought a large iced Pepsi, and removed the top. Heading back I saw my target. She was looking out of the window, while he was checking his mobile.
As I approached, I deliberately tripped spilling the drink on not only myself, but also the guy! He yelled out, flicking his phone dry. I got to my feet--equally wet and apologised.
"I'm so sorry! Is your phone OK?" I said.
He wiped it again on his shirt, and looked at the display. "Yeah looks OK, but fuck man, look at me!"
I shook my head apologetically. I looked at the girl, and apologised again. "I'm going to the restroom to use the hand driers and clean up."
She nudged the guy, "you should as well, clean that shirt."
Walking back down the carriage I headed to the restrooms hoping he might follow. He did!
I blocked the door open while I dried myself, hoping he'd join me. The room was large enough. He pasted behind me, and we shared the drier for a moment. He had already unbuttoned his shirt and was stretching in out under the warm air. I moved my foot and the door closed--this was it.
Taking a step back, I grabbed him from behind. He struggled, kicking out at the walls and door, but I'd already got a choke hold on him. I was lucky the carriage wasn't packed! I knew it wouldn't take long, I was a wrestling medal winner after all.
I lowered his limp body to the floor and secured the door. Stripping my own clothes I dumped them in the trash—I wouldn't be needing them anymore.
Taking a breath, I looked down at the stricken guy. I knew it would be easy, but even so it would still be the first time since I'd taking Josh's identity.
Hooking my arms under his, I hoisted him to his feet and pinned him against the wall of the rest room. Even under the loose fitting shirt he was wearing I could feel he was just as toned as Josh. I reminded myself that I wasn't looking for something bigger at the moment, as I thought about his girl waiting just down the carriage.
With a grunt, I pushed through his clothes and into his frame. A brilliant cascade of colours surrounded me for a moment as the neurones in his mind fired in response of my invasion. The sensation of our minds merging was always exciting, reliving an entire life once again only not your own.
Squeezing my eyes shut for a moment, I waited a moment for his mind to stop chattering. Taking a breath, I opened them -- Grant looked back at me from the mirror above the wash basin.
I pushed back the beanie, and dropped it to the counter. He was very handsome, with thick expressive eyebrows and a warm, friendly face. I smiled, and Grant performed; a natural disarming smile. I brushed my fingers through the long mane--I'd never had hair this long before, but I have to admit it framed his face perfectly.
The shirt was still wet, so I unbuttoned it and checked under his t-shirt. I knew what was there of course, but I wanted to see it for myself. I smirked, realising his girl--Heather--had quite aptly given him the nickname Tarzan.
I began to dry the shirt, when *my* mobile bleeped. I took it from my pocket and unlocked it was Grant's fingerprint--too easy. I was from Heather asking if I was done. I smiled and tapped out a reply and sent it.
A few minutes later, I'd put the shirt and beanie back on and was heading back towards my bae. As soon as I'd taken my seat, she wrapped and arm around me and had snuggled up under my arm resting her head on my chest. I kissed her on the top of her head, and squeezed her tightly.
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We arrived late at the hotel, during that time I tested Grant's body at every opportunity. Our strength were virtually the same, I didn't have any problems carrying the bags along with a huge rucksack on my back.
In the room, Heather decided to take a shower, this gave me a chance to explore Grant's body privately. I had to admit, he had good form, and I wondered if I should grow my hair long after I'd left Grant.
I stripped the remainder of my clothes, and joined Heather in the shower. She suspected nothing as I drew on Grant's personality and memories to get her in the mood for some raw sex later.
--- end of pt1, pt2 follows later today
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