Seanday Renewal: Not Today

I was on the way to Grant’s house—a friend—for the New Year. His girl had dumped him on Christmas Eve, what a bitch. He was really down and didn't want to party. So like a good mate, I said I'd keep him company.

When I passed a local pub, a commotion in a side alley caught my attention. A big guy had cornered another in a red shirt. A few of friends--I assumed--stood by jeering.

"Fuck him Reilly, open him up," a skinny guy yelled.

Reilly held up a hand. "What's your name?" he asked the guy in red.

"Steve," the guy managed to say.

"Who wants him?" Reilly chuckled, "Who wants to be Steve?"

TGIF: 24 HOUR FITNESS

by TS Escher

I bathe in the neon light of the 24-Hour Fitness sign for a moment, then slam my door shut. Wearily eyeing the parking lot, I spot two other cars. 

My watch beeps indicating midnight. I’m right on time.

The sliding doors welcome me with a familiar whoosh, and my skinny frame passes the sleepy clerk with a gym bag. Giddiness overwhelms me as I flick my keycard over the scanner. It responds with a happy chirp. I fucking love this place.

“Happy anniversary!” the clerk calls behind me. My breath stops short in my chest. How does she know?

Replay, Chain Letter pt4: A New Year

Taking votes for the next story in the comments.

It was the next morning; Saturday. I vaguely remembered chatting to Brooke's mates on the computer, bitching about being taken off the team. The night ended up surfing his favourite porn sites and jerking off. Through tired eyes I glanced around the room, shirts and sports gear scattered across the floor. My head dropped to the pillow again. An itchy irritation prickled across my face--I rubbed it with the heel of my hand. "Fuck it."

The discomfort intensified, it felt like thousands of hot pin pricks sweeping across my skin. I yelled and ran to the bathroom splashing cold water over my face, I looked up and saw Brooke's reflection. "Good, now I've got your attention," a waspish voice echoed through my head. "You need to understand--your purpose."

"My purpose?" I questioned, rubbing at my eyes. "What do you mean?"

There was a soft chuckle. "You're working for me now--my soul collector."

I choked shaking my head. "What are you, the devil?"

"No, just one of his associates," the voice replied as a prickle etched its way across my face again.

Brooke's face had changed, staring back at me was the mask that I foolishly used yesterday. I wanted out of this forced partnership, I pulled at the edges for the mask desperately trying to free myself. "I can't get it off," I yelled only feeling more pain the harder I tried.

Eventually I surrendered to the fact I was trapped. "Finished?" The voice echoed again. "You are bound by the mask, to fulfil its demands or suffer the consequences. It was in the contract you signed."

"I didn't sign anything," I muttered.

"But you did, yesterday when the previous owner handed you the mask."

I blinked, the long list of names. The short guy I thought was the courier. "Shit!"

Seanday Filler: Turn-a-Round, pt2

Read pt1 here

I'd seen Tommy from the window, he was a senior and looked like he'd eat me for breakfast and ask for more!

It was a risk, but I stretched open Logan's mouth again, and started to feed my feet inside.

It was warm, tight and clingy. I pushed in deeper, his body bunched up as my legs found their way, all the way down to his feet. I wriggled my toes and watched Logan's move, his calves and heavy thighs moved when I did.

Pulling up his waist, I felt my ass drop into his, then I winched. My dick was trapped, twisted. Sliding my hand inside his mouth, I searched inside his body and released my member. Finding a hole I fed dick inside.

I gasped; a shiver skated down my spine. I looked down, Logan's, no my dick? It was hard. I touched the tip with a finger, and shuddered. The thick, appendage certainly wasn't mine, but I could feel the touch. I wanted to know what was going on, but I knew Tommy would be calling again.

Seanday Filler: Turn-a-Round, pt1

"No, no, no. Not now!"

This was the first time I'd dared to enter someones house. My lip started to quiver as I slid down the door.

I'd only had scraps of food for the past few days. I was picking through a bin behind a cafe when two servers came out, told me I was worthless. I'd been called worse, but then they started to push me around. I did my best to protect myself, but they punching me; cut my eye. I fell, but I managed to scramble to my feet, and run.

My stomach was turning inside out, I was so hungry. Then I saw the house--big and expensive looking. I thought the house was empty, a guy had just left in a Jeep. I saw an open window and leaned in, it was a bathroom. I hopped on the sill, and then fell inside. I'd told myself that they'd never miss a box of cookies or something.

Then I'd heard the voices; just outside. There was some shouting, the door shuddered as someone fell against it. Then it went quiet.

I heard them talking, laughing as well. I got to my feet and pushed my ear to the door.

"How long does it take?"

"Couple of minutes," the other replied.

"This is going to be sweeeet."

Seanday Extra: Guys Vacation

It was kinda sick I know, but my son was having so much fun over the break. He'd hooked up with this other guy, Callum--a senior from his school I think--and they went everywhere together.

Joey--my son--was a shy kid, skinny as fuck. I thought it would be fun for him if I ordered one of those bodysuits for him to wear, help him with his confidence. Worked like a treat, I went through his year book from school and picked one of his students friends--Toby McIntire--he was on the wrestling team.

When I gave him the suit he was kinda freaked out, but I'd persuaded him to try it on all the same. About ten minutes later Toby emerged from my son's room with a huge grin on his face.

Seanday Treats: Total Marketing

"What's this part?" James asked Andreas as he pointed to some small text in the contract, "I don't understand."

"It's quite simple James, you gave us complete control over the marketing."

"The Instagram account, Facebook and you tell me where to be for the meet and greets."

"Yes, everything. We have professionals that will make sure everything runs smoothly with the 18 month contract you've selected."

"OK, I understand that, but this talks about *a stand in*?"

Andreas shuffled his paperwork, looking a little impatient. "James, you're one of our special clients. There are a lot of up and coming young bodybuilders seeking sponsorships. We saw something in you, that little spark that put you above the others. This is what needs to be cultivated carefully."

"I appreciate that Sir. I've very grateful that you've selected me, but I would just like clarification."

"This team has looked after many big names, you can trust us to ensure your professions and personal lifestyles are managed throughout the term."

Step by Step

This is Brad in a picture he posted when he was running for senior class president.  He is the hottest and most popular jock in school and I’m absolutely in love with him or should I say I am absolutely in love with his body and wish it were mine? Unfortunately one person can’t become another, no matter how much a person wants that to happen. Ah but I look at Brad and all I can do is wish so hard… so hard I had that body.

One day I am walking down the hall and not really looking out where I am going when I bump into Brad. My heart nearly stops when my eyes look upon that perfect model of young maleness and all I can do is hope that he doesn’t notice how bothered I am getting.

Getting Back At Larry - Part 3

Collan's Caption This Catch Up

6th July, 2013 - Pic. 3

Part 3 - Livin' La Vida Larry

Arlene, Larry, and Alice

Read Part 1 HERE.

Read Part 2 HERE.

"Ok enough of all this!" said Donna, sternly. "The clock is ticking and we need to focus on why we're really here. Travis, we need those names for starters."

I thought for a moment, then began to list off all of the women in our office Larry had been sleeping with, while Donna kept track. By the time I finished my recitation all three women were looking daggers at me. I raised my hands as if I were facing a police officer with a gun. "It wasn't me, it was Larry. Not me, Larry. Remember?" I said quickly to get them to turn down the wattage of their hatred.

"Ugh, I know," said Arlene, fuming. "It just makes me so mad!"

"Well then, I think we need to make our plans for the evening," said Alice decisively. "It's time we made the douchebag pay!"

***********

"Wait a minute, from the way you were talking earlier, I thought the plans were already made," I said to Alice. "You had all the steps laid out."

"Well, I had the general outline," said Alice, "but I didn't know until yesterday afternoon that I would be getting the stuff to turn Larry into a suit, much less that Larry would fall for my lame excuse to get him here so quickly. Besides, it's not like we're talking about anything that complex. Ok, so we're short on specifics at the moment, but come on, we're intelligent people, and it's not like we can do much right now anyway. It's only two o'clock and the bars won't be hopping for hours yet. There's plenty of time."

"Well even so, I'd feel better if we can fill in some of those specifics," I said.

Alice rolled her eyes at me. "Ok fine, Mr. Worrywart. So step one, you become Larry. I think we've got a check on that one."

"Ya think?" Arlene asked archly.

"Step two, go to a gay bar," Alice continued, "and I actually *did* do some research and found *the* perfect place for you to hook up – The Unicorn. It's ranked the top dance club on the gay strip on multiple websites. How's *that* for planning, hm?"

"The Unicorn??" My mouth dropped open in astonishment. "You're crazy! Only the ultra-hot get in there!"

"Earth to Travis!" said Arlene, "*Who* do you look like right now?"

"Oh, right," I said. "Wow. That's actually blowing my mind a little just to think about. I'm hot enough to get into The Unicorn. Damn!" I actually shivered a bit in delight at the thought. Goosebumps rose on my skin, my nipples hardened yet again, and sure enough my cock wasn't far behind. I fought the urges down, and it seemed somewhat easier this time, which surprisingly disappointed me a little. I realized that I was starting to find the sensation of being out of control appealing somehow. It whispered to me of a freedom I had never really felt before.

Seanday Shorts: Turf Wars

I rounded the corner and searched the faces in the crowded mall. Milo's voice grated across my mobile, "Find him, FIND HIM!" I gritted my teeth, and ended the call. This was the gang's turf, and Antonio was trespassing. My mobile rang again--Milo. I hated him, what he'd done to my family, the advantage he had on me.

I heard shouting, the others had spotted Antonio running towards the exits, he hadn't seen me and I ducked back around the corner to head him off. I watched him running towards me, a look of panic on his face; our eyes locked and he shook his head, almost begging me to step aside. I looked away for a split second, and saw my kid brother taken away by one of Milo's guys--just a distant memory. I had no choice, and stepped into Antonio's path and tackled him to the ground. Seconds later the others were lifting him to his feet, dragging him to one of the quiet corners of the mall. Reluctantly I followed knowing Milo's plans for poor Antonio.

Milo sauntered up, cocky as ever. He was ruthless in his greed for power, but still small fry in the district. Six months ago, I'd been careless when I'd borrowed the identity of one of his men--they'd seen me. News got back to Milo, and he tried to recruit me into his gang, I wasn't interested. This really twisted him into a rage, he yelled threatening my life--but he didn't scare me. Then he went quiet, and the others shifted nervously. I had the impression that this wasn't a good sign. He pulled one of his guys to one side and muttered something in his ear, I swallowed when his eyes flicked towards me, and then his goon left.

He walked up, looking up at me; although he was short, his demeanour was that of a wild and dangerous animal. He smiled, corners edged into a sneer of a predator that's just cornered its prey. An hour later, he had my kid brother and to keep him alive I found myself working for Milo.

---

We crowded around Antonio, holding him in place. We waited, Milo waited until he'd said his piece, threatening that his brother would kill us all. I knew his brothers background, Milo was small fry in comparison. I discarded the thought and focused on my own brother. Milo picked at Antonio's sunglasses, but had his hand slapped away. His hands balled, and he mustered himself as the smile returned. "Let's see how valuable you are, I want to extend my 'hood--" he prodded at Antonio's chest, "now I've got you, I don't think your brother will stand in my way."

I watched Milo make a FaceTime call to Antonio's brother--Raymond. Antonio started to struggle again; I leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "Stop moving, otherwise you’re a dead man."

"You know my brother will come for me," he muttered to Milo.

"So what if he does, I got all the cards," he replied with a sneer.

Raymond's face appeared on the screen. "You! What the fuck as you calling me for you weasel."

"I want you to give me the south district," Milo grinned.

"You're an idiot, don't waste time."

"Have you lost anything?" Milo lifted the phone and showed Antonio. "Look what I've found, on my turf," Milo sneered. Then he dropped the facade, "I don't want your shit stinking up my 'hood."

Getting Back At Larry - Part 2

Collan's Caption This Catch Up

6th July, 2013 - Pic. 3

Part 2 - Group Therapy

Arlene, Larry, and Alice

Read Part 1 HERE.

"What is it Travis? Is something wrong?" asked Arlene.

At hearing her voice, I started again. In the intensity of the experience I had just gone through, I had completely forgotten the girls were even there.

"No, nothing's wrong exactly," I said, shaking my head to try and clear it some, "but I have Larry's memories now too, and just wait 'til you hear what else he's been up to!"

***********

"What do you mean?" asked Alice. "What else *has* Larry been up to?"

"Well," I said, "you three, my dear work wives, are just the tip of the iceberg. He's been fucking probably fifteen or sixteen other girls in five other departments. Wow, did I just say 'fucking?' I meant 'sleeping with.' Well, no, for Larry it really was just fucking when it came right down to it."

"That's hardly a surprise now, is it?" Donna said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Come on, Travis, let's get you dressed and get a list of names. We'll have to figure out how to start breaking the news to everyone else he's been screwing."

I started reviewing Larry's memories, putting names and faces together from the office, and as each one came to mind, more intimate memories started triggering. Larry's memories were providing me with images of the vast amounts of sex he had been having, and I felt myself starting to rise to the occasion again, even though I had just sprayed Alice's backyard with a prodigious amount of cum not moments before.

"Travis?" asked Alice. "What's going on?"

"Holy fucking shit, Alice. What is this doing to me?" I tried to pull myself out of the sexual storm building inside my body, but I felt my engines revving and I couldn't seem to stop it. I had jacked off in front of my three best friends, and I could tell in an instant that I was about to do it again. I had no choice. If I didn't I wouldn't be able to think about anything else but sex. And on top of that, it was Larry's women I was thinking about! I strode over to the patio with my once-again erect cock bobbing unashamedly before me, plopped myself down into one of the chairs, closed my eyes, and started going at it one more time.

Collan's Caption This Catch Up (6th July)

6th July, 2013 - Pic. 3

Getting Back At Larry

Part 1 - Suiting Up

Arlene, Larry, and Alice

"Please, Travis? We need you there for moral support. Please?" Alice begged me late one Friday afternoon at work.

"But Larry is such a douchebag," I replied. "You know how much I hate him, and I thought you all did too!" I retorted.

"We do!" she said. "That's why we're doing this. We want payback on that asswipe! We really need you to be there for us though. I mean ok, so you're the only one of us he didn't sleep with..."

"Well duh," I said.

"But if you were a woman he would've roped you in too. You can't deny it."

"Yeah, yeah, ok. We were all drooling over him. But I still can't believe all three of you were sleeping with him at the same time and never told each other. Worse than that, you never told *me*! How could you keep something this juicy from me! I'm your work husband. I'm supposed to know these things!" I pouted.

"Well your poor work wives didn't want to make the others jealous for having snagged such a hot, hunky man. Including you, mister. You probably would have been more jealous than Donna or Arlene," she countered.

I sighed. "Yeah. I know. I'm awful, aren't I? I would've gotten jealous that you slept with a hunk I could never have. Hell, I *am* jealous. Still. Bah!"

"Travis, come on, please? Besides, you'll be asking for a blow by blow on Monday anyway. This way you'll have a ringside seat! And," and she inserted a pause for dramatic effect, "we've got a surprise for you too, as a reward for helping us out!" She grinned slyly.

"Well, hell. Fine. I'll be there," I said as I gave in to the inevitable.

Travis

"Wonderful!" she said with a smile. "Now don't be grumpy. You knew you'd have given in eventually anyway."

I chuckled. "I know. And as an apology for grumping, I won't even pester you about what the surprise is."

"Ooooo you're gonna *love* it!" she exclaimed. "Just you wait!" She clapped her hands gleefully, tossed her hair, and headed back to her desk to finish out the day.

Best friends

So today was the day my best friend finally told me the truth about his sexuality. He hadn't meant too tell me at all but the consequences of his actions meant that he had no choice. There was no more denial or covering up the truth it was all out in the open now.

Seanday Seconds: Double Cross

I pulled at the back of my head feeling the mask bind with my own face. "Where did you get these costumes from? They're so fucking lifelike," I spluttered excitedly.

"I found 'em," Kurt replied. "In the trunk of a truck I lifted."

I frowned, "You mean they're stolen?"

"Borrowed," he corrected me with a grin. "You'll never guess whose truck it was." I shrugged. "Brett Mathews."

I paled a little, "That fucking bully of a line-backer?"

"Yeah that's the one, he was with Matt Welsh--the quarterback?" I nodded.

I looked down at the physique I'd acquired, "But these costumes wouldn't fit them," I paused realising that Kurt was smaller, but more toned.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, but what the fuck. I struggled to pull it on, was very tight but it sort of squeezed my body to fit. I'm guessing that's how it would work with those jocks."

"So where's the party," I asked flexing and twisting.

"On The Hill, Laura Dickinson's place."

"But that's an exclusive party man, how the fuck do we get in? Even looking like this."

He chuckled, "Leave that to me."

Most Wanted

 

I knew I was dying but it wasn’t my time I wasn’t ready. The words on my partners lips as she held my head as I slowly and painfully slipped away from physical presence as we know it.

“You can’t go.” she screeched as she sobbed into my chest “its not time, I’m not ready to let you go.”

I was a police man, with great prospects and career opportunities. At only 21 I had an amazing life ahead of me. I was with an amazing girl, we had just got our first place together, we had a baby on the way and were planning to get married in two weeks. Everything I had planned was working out to be true. That was until this sad day when I was shot by a crazed bank robber. He decided it was my time even though I had so much ahead of me. That wasn’t fair and I couldn’t let it happen. It wasn’t my time. But he shot me any way. It was a painful experience and the gun shot hit an important artery to my heart, I had minutes, not hours, there was no time to get me to hospital. I died in the bank where my fiancé worked, in her arms

Seanday bonus: Brought to you by G-Man. PUNISHMENT!

So Since Sean is taking his sabbatical, I thought it would be nice to support him and come out of hiding myself and publish a quick Seanday Bonus just for you lucky lot… ENJOY

but first a little comment of my own!
I’ve seen the comments between you (the readers) and Sean. And i have to say i agree with Sean – i think its why I haven’t bothered posting for so long – it feels like there is no support out there. Obviously as writers we communicate and give each other feedback, but its nice to get a third persons prospective. Feedback – even the negative side of it can be constructive. So please give the stories a like or even a comment – we are not easily hurt…

When Katie came to me asking me to punish Jamie for his recent naughtiness with a previous girlfriend she told me that she wanted to punish him without her actually knowing what had been done. She knew I had the ability to trade peoples bodies or make amendments to them so she knew it would be along those lines, however, she didn’t want to know what I would do.

“Jamie, as punishment for your recent crime against Katie I hereby sentence you to 12 months away from your own body and life; You are sentenced to become someone else who’s life is much worse than your own but has done similar crimes.” I told him.

New Friends by Steve B.

Steve B. posted this in the comments for a Caption This back in Feb, I thought it was a great story and warranted a post of its own. Steve, give me a buzz if you want to post any more.

 

*Okay I have never written on this site before, and writing in an old story is probably not a good way to grab attention but whatever. I really like this pic.*

"Have you noticed anything strange about Brody and Kyle lately?" one of the underclassmen football players mumbled to his fellow team mate. The smaller guy fixed his eyes down the hall and saw them. The two most popular guys in school, ever to grace the popular scene. Brody with his short cropped blonde hair and winning smile. And Kyle with his more reserved features and more subdued brown locks. Both were popular beyond belief being not only two of the most attractive guys ever, but the best football players ever to charge through Grover High. The little guy by the lockers looked back at his friend and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know dude. They seem fine to me..." But the older one remained sceptical as he watched them pass by. Brody looked over at Kyle with a great big smile; gave a knowing look and winked at him. Unnoticed by all in the loud hallways, except by Matt by the lockers and Kyle who gave a slight blush before returning the wink with a light smile of his own. The two of them quickly strode down the hall and disappeared behind the corner. Matt shook his head and raised his brow, "there's something weird going on here..."

The Double Cross

"Look, just give me a couple more minutes will you, it's not easy going from one form to another," I growled at Dominic as my new persona swept over me. Mike was a nice guy, I'd known him for a couple of years but he had a strong dislike for Dominic, something that was becoming more and more evident as his personality locked into mine.

"I don't fucking care, we're on a tight schedule," Dominic growled, and then paused for a moment, "and what the fuck am I meant to call you now? Friend?"

I glared at Dominic. "You can call me Mike, but I'm not your friend!" Glancing into the back of the car I felt a lump come to my throat as I looked at what was left of the real Mike; a curled up grey husk which only loosely fitted the description of being human.

"What's the matter? You having second thoughts now?" Dominic sneered.

I glanced up at him through narrowed eyes. "I always regret it afterwards, but this is different." I looked down as patterns of ink bloomed across my new bicep, and flinched as pins and needles shot up my leg as more ink surfaced. "Mike's been a good friend, maybe not to you but we've been real tight."

"So you're feeling bad about killing your best friend?"

"Fuck you Dominic, fuck you!" I retorted.

H20

By Gary Travis

Born under a last quarter moon your spirit monster is a vampire. A cool Edwardo type vampire – use sun screen and dig faster. You are a capable and ambitious man who can accomplish things that older, more experienced men can not do. Mostly because it’s a really dumb thing to do and may result in being chopped in half and your skin shaved away by a rusty cheese grater.

The paper had comically renamed todays tarot readings to “Horror”scopes and that’s what my horoscopes stated on today of all days October 31^st 2012. Halloween.. It was the last thing I needed as I was a man who was easily co-hersed person. As a cop who was only five years out of the academy I was only twenty-three. My pals often said my baby faced image was my let down as my attitude towards life and work was that of a much older man; this freaked me out more because of the horoscope reading I had just seen.

This season was always one of the worst for the emergency services, but the last five years had been fairly quiet for me at least and I was laughing it off. I had been warned though that there was a special moon phase that came about every five years and this season was going to be the worst one so far. I of course kept this in the back of my mind but I couldn’t for see any major problems.

This year though my watch for the evening a small town of Haddonfield, Illinoi. Michael Myers had caused many many problems over the years here. It was a very problematic town for Halloween. I was too young to remember any of the goings on, but I had heard the stories. The night should be pretty quiet since Michael was now dead and buried. The residents had had such a bad time of it over the years they had given up with the celebrations and locked and chained their doors and windows.

Cruising around, I hadn’t seen a single person on the streets. Of course there was the odd curtain flicker as folks heard my cruiser pass by and the odd cat roaming around. It was nearing mid night and I was so pleased that I had gotten away with it. That was until I saw I dark figure briskly walk past my cruiser, strangely all I saw was a black cape.

The figure turned around, and that’s when I realised who it was. I saw the mask that I had seen in the stories. It was un mistakably the mask of Michael Myer’s. I have to admit I was shitting my pants with fear. However, my youthful adrenaline got the better of me and I got out of my cruiser to follow the masked figure.

I wasn’t far behind him but he was fast. I began to ran as I heard screams from a house near by. I noticed the door was hanging off its hinges so I went in. I was very well prepared with my firearm out. Shouting “Is there any one there?”

No one replied, but I could hear noises, creaks from floor boards foot steps running up stairs. Suddenly there was a scream. It was a female scream. I quickly ran upstairs to find corpses thrown everywhere. There was also a sea of red trailing on all surfaces. I heard a noise from behind me and I didn’t even get the chance to turn around before my face was smothered. A quick glimpse revealed a white mask. That was all I knew before I fell to the floor.

At that point I was in so much pain, I heard and felt my bones cracking but also I felt like I was being drained away from my own body. It was almost a sucking feeling . Soon there was nothing. An emptiness. I felt like I was moving and a familiar voice began to talk to me.

It said “I think I have been quite lucky, landing myself a cop without any suspicion, all I need to say is the convict got away, and to a certain extent he has. I am by no means an evil person, or at least I wasn’t two years ago when I was trapped inside the mask that you are now in. And from what I can see from your memories that are currently flooding into my head your not a bad person either. It was hard for me to do what I did, but after two years being trapped inside that mask and knowing the only way for me to get out was kill 10 people and then place this mask on the eleventh body I saw. This mask is indestructible and will not disappear for the next two years. Resurface on Halloween 2014. You will be n a solid form but its not a human body as you know it.

There is plenty of time to think about what you want to do and in two years you will have few choices. 1. Kill yourself, curse yourself to being trapped in the mask for another 2 years. 2. Do Nothing, again cursing yourself to two more years trapped in the mask. 3. DO what I did and many more before me, kill ten, obtain eleventh. Do not get caught during your killing spree or again be cursed..

I am going to enjoy being you, and thank you, oh and by the way no point trying to get your own body back in two years. You can not own your own body ever again, its immune to the mask and its killing spree.

Thanks, sorry, bye…

Boss

Guest Post by Erick S.

“Ah, fuck,” Jeff thought when his Blackberry lit up not 10 minutes after he had finally gotten into his hotel room for the night. It was an email from his boss.

“Meet in my room. 3409. Something to discuss with you.”

What the fuck could it be at this hour? They’d spent the whole day at this sales meeting, Jeff was exhausted, and the last thing he wanted to do was pick up any more work for the night. He groaned and tightened his tie back up around his neck.

Room 3409 was just down the hallway. Jeff went to knock on the door, but found it propped slightly open. He knocked anyhow.

“Come on in, Jeff,” his boss invited him.

Jeff walked in and saw his boss sitting on the corner of the bed. Even with his expensive, top-end jacket tossed over a chair in the corner, even with his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened, even in the dim light of the hotel room, Andy Conklin still radiated with a sense of power and confidence. He was the kind of man who never had any problems sealing the deal. A natural-born sales executive.

“You, um, wanted to see me?” Jeff stuttered. It was strange for him to see his boss in such a casual setting.

“Jeff,” he started out, “I just wanted to congratulate you on your presentation today. Didn’t get the chance to do it this afternoon, since I had to head into that call with corporate right afterwards.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jeff said, feeling a knot growing in his throat and beads of sweat starting to collect on his forehead.

“I like to recognize the rising stars on my sales team,” he continued, purposefully standing up, “And I think you’ve really got what it takes to make it around here. Thought I might get the chance to know some more about you, if you’re all caught up on your work for the night.”

Jeff had a ton of shit to do to prep for tomorrow, but he couldn’t seem to move from where he was standing, or make any sort of response at all, really.

“Come from a good family?” his boss went on, not even phased by Jeff’s obvious uneasiness, “Your father is quite the salesman himself, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Yes, sir,” Jeff stammered. It was true, his father had been very successful.

“Must be pretty proud to see you following in his footsteps,” he said.

He was now standing inches away from Jeff, his eyes intensely focused like the King of the Jungle on a hunt. Jeff had to look up at him a little bit to meet his gaze. He didn’t know what to feel. Intimidated? Or something else, as he felt himself start to stiffen under his business slacks.

“Yes,” was all that he could say.

He felt his boss starting to lean in towards him. His heart was racing. He wanted this, he’d wanted it since the very first time he’d met Andy Conklin at the holiday party right after he’d been hired last year. And how many times since then had he fantasized about a moment exactly like this? He forced himself to swallow the knot in his throat as he closed his eyes and felt himself starting to lean in, too.

And then suddenly, the expression on his boss’ face completely changed. The intense, sultry, masculine gaze was replaced with a harsh, too-wide grin. A grin like Jeff had never seen on that face before.

“You dumb fuck!” his boss said, only it wasn’t his boss’ voice. It was another voice. A familiar voice. Jeff jumped back towards the door. Somehow it had been latched closed now. When had that happened?

He found himself suddenly being grasped by his shoulders and pulled in against his boss' solid body. He wanted to pull away, but he felt sick and light-headed. He had pins and needles all over his body. Had he felt something prick him on his arm?

“What -- Stop --” Jeff mumbled, but he was losing control of himself rapidly.

Things were blurry now, but Jeff couldn’t mistake when he saw his boss reach up and pull his face off like a mask -- And he couldn’t mistake the face that he saw underneath. His brother, Alan.

“God, Jeff, you are such a dumb fuck,” Alan said with Andy Conklin’s crumpled-up face now gripped in his hands,  “Thinking your boss would come on to you like that. Dad sure as hell wasted his money sending you to that fancy business school.”

Jeff struggled to hang on to anything. Struggled to make sense of what was happening. That was his boss’ body, but on top of it was his brother’s head and face.

“Well you always were Mom and Dad’s favorite,” Alan continued, “Followed right in ol’ Pops’ footsteps, while they couldn’t have given a fuck about me. Did you know, Jeff, that I’ve been starving for the past month? Literally starving. They didn’t set me up with the cushy life they set you up with. Did you know that? ‘Course you didn’t. ‘Cuz none of you have fuckin’ bothered to reach out to me in the past, what, five years? Is that how long it’s been?”

“Alan --” Jeff tried to say, but his mouth was dry and his voice was weak.

“Anyhow,” Alan said, leading Jeff over to the bed and laying him down, “You see this?”

He held up the Andy Conklin mask and stretched it out so Jeff could see.

“This is what’s about to become of you,” Alan said with a satisfied smirk, “It’s going to feel so great putting you on, Jeff. Wearing you, becoming you, going home to Mom and Dad and having them think that I’m you.”

Alan started to take off the clothes that he had been wearing as Andy Conklin. And when he was completely naked, he started to remove the rest of Andy Conklin’s body, stripping it off just like it was another layer of clothing. He laid everything carefully out on the bed right next to Jeff.

“Don’t worry about your ol’ boss here” said Alan, “In a couple hours he’ll be back to his old self, probably with one hell of a headache and not a whole lot of memories from tonight.”

For Jeff, the world was now reeling around him. He couldn’t tell at this point what was real and what wasn’t. He felt himself slipping away. He managed to look down at himself and was horrified to see his chest literally caving in as he felt emptier and emptier inside.

“Alan --” he whispered.

“Sorry, Jeff,” Alan said with absolutely zero sympathy, "It's just a matter of time now."

Soon, Jeff was completely emptied out, and Alan was quick to go about his work. Already nude, he slipped right into his brother’s body. He shifted and twisted around inside of his new skin. Of course he’d worn other bodies before, but being inside of his own brother’s body made him feel something different. This is what he had been working up to.

Only once he had squeezed himself completely inside did he saunter into the bathroom and look into the mirror. His brother had a great body. With his lifestyle, he had the luxury of working out at high-end health clubs simply for leisure and for sculpting six-pack abs. He adjusted his brother’s face over his own. They looked remarkably similar to each other, actually. They were only a year apart in age. When they were growing up, they were always mistaken as twins. He cleared his throat and spoke with his brother’s voice.

“I’m Jeff Mansfield,” he practiced, “Jeff. Mansfield.”

He smiled, satisfied with the results. He knew, though, that he needed to sleep now. He would need at least six hours to absorb all of Jeff’s memories.

“And when I wake up tomorrow morning,” Alan said to his reflection with a gleam in his eyes, “I’m going to be totally you.”