Last Seandays: One story, two endings

Something different this time. This story has two endings, in the comments vote for your favourite. Collan's holding the fort next Seanday because I'm on holiday (maybe as someone else!).

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The phone buzzed in my pocket, hooking it out I checked the display--a message from Jackson. I muttered to myself *fucking idiot*.

I jammed my knee into the back of the giant below me, he cursed at me threatening me and my family--but I didn't give a fuck. I'd been out in the open for too long, and I needed a new identity one that I could slip so deeply into that nobody could sense me, not even the Doppel Agents.

"Shut the fuck up," I yelled, "you wouldn't be threatening me if you knew who I was. In fact you'd be begging me leave you alone."

Last Seandays: In Deeper, part 4

Read part 1, part 2 and part 3 here

Almost naturally I carved a route through the oncoming traffic. I was on the wrong side of the street!

Dropping my foot, I skidded sideways, pulled the bike back and skipped it onto the sidewalk. I looked around at the faces staring at me as I panted hard, what happened?

Quickly getting my bearings, I headed off again; down a side street at stopped. My hands were shaking, they were Connor's, but how did I get here? I checked my mobile: 11:27am, what the hell?

I was definitely still Connor, still in the same clothes although I now had a messengers bag and radio over my shoulder. I grasped my head, shaking it. Trying to remember the past few hours, then the memories bloomed. Getting up, cycling to work, picking up some jobs. It was all there.

While I overslept, Connor's consciousness took over for me, carrying me as a passenger.

Could I call upon this transition anytime? I relaxed, sinking into Connor's mind, still looking through his eyes. Within moments he'd called the office for another job and we were back on the streets heading towards Washington Market Park.

Seanday Reloaded: Restroom Surprise

I burst into the restroom and did a quick recon of the area, I knew the CIA would be close behind me but they’d never caught me yet. I looked in the mirror, nobody expected a seventy year old to carry out the assassination, it was a perfect disguise but it was something I hated being only thirty myself. I jumped when I heard a voice call out, I’d been careless. “I’ll be out in a moment,” came a call from one of the cubicle. I spun around and saw a young guy looking over his shoulder smiling, I licked my dry tongue over my lips. “Perfect,” I whispered under my breath.

As he returned to his piss, I bundled into the cubicle taking him by surprise. I wrapped an arm around his neck, using my own strength I choked him into unconsciousness, and I grunted as I lifted him onto the seat of the john. I closed and locked the door; cramped space but there was no time to complain. I removed the old sweatpants and t-shirt and with a groan I stepped out of the old man who crumpled to the ground. I looked down in disgust at the man, he smelt and itched all the time I was in him I hated it.

Seanday Shorts: Good Cop

It was the guys night out, and we gonna fuck up the town big time -- at least that was the plan.

The local cop are a real hard-ass, and we knew that he'd be on our case within the hour, so we had a plan. Make sure he was on our side, and left us to party!

We drew straws on who would be making him 'see our way', and I got the short straw! Fuck, although I have to admit I played it up a bit, this time I didn't worry.

We cruised the town looking for him, and found him in a parking lot next to the all-night grocery store. He was a giant, big and muscular.

As we approached, I gulped down the shit that would make it happen. The other guys kept away from me knowing its power.

We pulled up, and piled out of the car and approached Officer Jackson. "Sup' guys?" he chuckled, it was obvious he didn't feel threatened by a handful of teenagers.

"Can I have a picture? For my Instagram," I asked, as I walked towards him.

"Er, sure."

TGIF: Maneater

by TS Escher

 

The world would be better off without humans. No pollution. No war. No country music. Unfortunately, they are also necessary.

While savoring this fleeting thought, I move closer to the welcoming warmth of the lamp. My hands are starting to lose their greenish hue as a resigned sigh bubbles up in my throat.

I have to face facts. Chase is starting to deteriorate, and I will be forced to feed again.

My kind, or more specifically plants of my genus, need two things to survive: humans and light. Distant cousins of the Venus Flytrap, we are carnivores. But instead of flies, we feed on humans. As a result, I live simply. I do not need furniture, food or drink. My only sport is hunting and the occasional human fuck.

Seanday Service: Jam Jars

I heard some noises again and struggled against the ropes that bound my wrists to the chair. I'd been a drug mule for the gang a couple of times, and I'd only just escaped on my last job. But they weren't impressed when I told them I lost their last package, two million worth of product they told me.

I knew they wouldn't hurt me, I was too useful to them. I was a courier for a hospital, so I was always flying in and out with sensitive parcels like livers, hearts and stuff. Normally I'd slip their consignment in with the other stuff knowing I could get it through security without any close inspections. But this time Anderson was there with his mutt.

Anderson worked for the K9 unit, his dog was good, could sniff out any substance from a hundred yards. He was so smug, fucking good looking for a cop as well. When the dog picked up the scent, I knew I was going to lose, so I dumped the shit and left. That was two weeks ago.

This morning a van almost knocked me down as it skidded to a halt next to me. A couple of guys burst out and put a hood over my head, I didn't struggle the gang always arranged meetings like this. But they don't normally tie me to chairs, this is fucked up, and I wondered if I was just an embarrassment to them that need erasing.

Guest Post: THE PULSE

by TS Escher

“Cadet Peters!”

I snap to attention. Or rather, the body of Cadet Brandon Peters snaps to attention.

“Fall the fuck into line!” booms Sergeant Johnson.

“Yes Sergeant! Sorry Sergeant!” I reply in a soft Southern accent as I join the end of the line. God damn, my English is perfect! As I stand at attention, I catch my reflection in the glass case covering the fire extinguisher. Skinny, blonde and a nervous disposition. I try to slow Brandon’s heartrate, but it continues to race.

My focus shifts back to the sergeant as he begins berating another cadet. “You’re a piece of shit, Cadet Miller! You didn’t see fit to shine your fucking boots? If you end up graduating from the academy, you will be a disgrace to every Arizona State Trooper in the state!.” His eyes narrow as he looms over the terrified cadet. “What are you gonna do now? Cry, you little bitch?”

Miller sniffles back a sob, as Johnson continues to lay into him. I can’t blame Miller for the tears. The Sergeant was as imposing as he was terrifying. I had been studying Sergeant Johnson all afternoon, just waiting for a good time to take him.

Seanday Reloaded: Student Appropriation

You’re talking with your partner, Officers James. “Any idea what all this shit is about?” He shakes his head. “We almost had the drugs ring at that school busted, and now they’ve pulled us off the job for this Special Assignment.” You sigh.

James gives you an elbow the ribs, “You know any of these other guys?”

“I dunno, they’re not from our precinct.”



You you turn the corner into the large meeting room and see fellow officer McGill at the front and give him a nod, he stands there for a moment with his arms crossed. “Officers, less noise please, it will all become clear in a couple of minutes,” he claps his hands a couple of times. “GUYS! take your seats, you’re not at school now,” he pauses for a moment with a smile on his face and shakes his head.

Seanday Rush: Prison Pass

I'm taking a break for a whil, but just to entertain you I'm reposting some of my favourite stories -- I hope you enjoy them as well.

Sean.

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Reagan was woken from his sleep by a clatter against the bars of his cell. "What the fuck?"

"Language!" The guard shouted, "Get dressed. The supervisor wants to see you?"

"See my secretary, I'm busy," Reagan grunted and turned over.

The cell door rattled as it opened. The crackle of a taser stick caught the inmates attention. "All right, I'm getting up!"

Reagan jumped off the bunk and pulled on his bright orange coveralls, tying the sleeves around his waist. "Hurry up, we don't want to keep the supervisor waiting," the guard sneered.

Reagan left the cell, followed by the guard. The cell clattered as it closed again. His cell mate watched them leave before turning over and continued his sleep.

The pair continued down the corridor, flanked by cells to the left and right. "What's this about? I've been keeping my nose clean."

"You'll find out, he's got something special planned for you Reagan. Wait here! Open door B4H," the guard muttered into his radio. The door slid open with a grind. "Walk on."

"Where's this place lead to?" Reagan asked, but the guard said nothing. They turned another corner, in front of them was a steel frame, something similar to a metal detector. "What's going on, I'm clean. I'm not carrying anything."

"What you are Mr Reagan is a trusted individual," another voice replied. "You have a presence in this establishment that's respected by other inmates. Supplemented my your--strength."

Questioning

by Carlos Palanca

Justin is having his own workout session in his personal Multiple dumbbells were stacked at the side of the room. A treadmill can be found across the weights. A bench was located across the door while a large mirror was beside it. Workout music was playing loud. The floor had marks that indicate that beads of sweat dripped on it.

Justin was in that room for a couple of hours now. He took his phone near the speakers and noticed that it was already 7 o’clock in the evening. He couldn’t tell if the sun was still up since there were no windows in his gym. He wiped his face and some parts of his body with a towel and rested a bit. He left his little gym right after he took a selfie and uploaded it to his Instagram.

He went to the kitchen and drank a tall glass of cold water. Then, he took a look around and admired his his new penthouse which was a gift from his dad who happens to be the richest man in town. He stayed there for a while and checked his social media accounts. Suddenly, his doorbell rang. He walked towards the door but didn’t open it immediately. Beside the door was a small screen that shows the live video of the other side of the door. He was surprised to see that there was a cop! He pushed on the icon on the screen that says “Talk” without releasing his index finger. Through the microphone located below the screen (which is also beside the speaker), he said, “Good Evening Officer! How can I help you?”

“Good evening to you, too! Is Mr. Hues there?” said the officer.

“This is he.” Replied Justin.

“Mr. Hues, we received an anonymous tip that you were harboring packets of cocaine and I have a search warrant to search your residence.” Explained the officer as he showed the signed warrant.

Seanday Treats: Zero Resistance

"Casey Bridges, you're being held because you're a suspect," the officer growled.

"You can't arrest me, I've done nothing wrong!" Bridges yelled.

"Sir, you've been brought in because it's likely you will do something."

"What? What are you talking about?"

The officer laid a hand on Bridges shoulder and held him tightly. "Don't struggle, you'll be released soon, before you know it."

"Fuck you, then I'll sue your ass."

The officer pushed him to face the wall, "Just stand here." The officer grasped the back of Bridges head and with a jerk slammed it into the wall.

Becoming an American

“Give me that bottle.” Uncle Arturo ordered in his new voice.

Javier handed him the bottle of water and Uncle Arturo dumped it over himself, rolling his shoulders forward, cracking his neck, and taking a few sips.

“These gringos aren’t adapted for this type of climate.” He said wiping off his brow.

Javier was planning on moving to America, but he had been arrested a few times in his home country of Mexico, plus coming into America was a pain in the ass because of Customs and Border Patrol. It turned out his Uncle Arturo had a more permanent solution; all you need is his special pills and an American. Uncle Arturo had picked up this particular one at a spring break resort. Moments earlier, he had slipped on the American boy and seemed to be picking up all of the mannerisms and memories of the boy within the minutes following. 

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

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.

Rebirth – by BR.

Beginnings

Blackness. Everything is black. No sound. No feeling. Nothing, just a total void, like a deprivation tank. Think. I have to remember. I remember.....

The week began like any other week. Get out of bed, get dressed, go to work, and come home. Same old boring routine, same old boring me. Mind you my life wasn't bad, just very routine. I had long ago settled into a comfortable pattern of living. Made life simpler that way. Of course it could be dull at times but dull was not always terrible. I avoided problems and risks, rarely venturing beyond my own world for anything other than work.

Tuesday, however, brought an unexpected change. I decided to take the day off from work. Why? Well, I really don't know other than the day was just calling out to me - warm, blue skies, perfect for doing anything except going to work. I had the time coming so I took it. I ambled leisurely through a park that wasn't far from where I lived, stopping to feed the ducks swimming in the pond. Everything seemed to be very vibrant and alive to me. Was I just noticing it because I didn't get out very often?

Around the time for lunch, I happened upon a small cafe I had not seen before, a very cozy place with a nice outdoor patio, not visible from the outside.  It was like paradise – a garden setting with cobblestones and fountains spewing water forth in great cascades. I know, cozy doesn't exactly seem to go with fountains and great amounts of water, but it really was that way. Maybe like the TARDIS in Dr. Who, smaller outside and infinite on the inside. I felt at peace here. Suddenly I felt a stabbing pain in my chest and I found myself lying on the floor. A warm blackness descended, enveloping me in a serene sleep.

I do not know how long that velvet blackness had hold of me. I had no sense of time. I opened my eyes and found I was standing, not on a solid surface but floating slightly above the surface. Funny, the garden now looked gray and ill-defined, like looking through a veil. There were shapes moving about but I could not clearly tell what they were or what was happening.

Without warning, I found myself being pulled by invisible hands. Not roughly, but I was definitely being pulled, pulled towards a shape on the cobblestone floor. I felt like I was passing through jello and I lost all sensation again.

The next thing I knew I was kneeling on the cobblestone. I didn't feel light anymore. I felt... heavy. The gray had lifted, replaced by normal colors and vision. Not only that, I was looking at my body. I stood up or should I say the body I was now in stood up. It wasn't me controlling the movement. I could feel, taste, hear, and otherwise recognize what was happening but I was not physically doing so myself. I was like a passenger going along for the ride. Technically I had a body. But who's body and why? At least I was still in a male body. I really would have freaked if I had been a woman now.

He stopped to talk to two policemen waiting outside the cafe. He told them to call the coroner and report the fatality - the guy had a heart attack. He then headed to an ambulance to go back to the firehouse. I found the experience fascinating and terrifying at the same time. Was I doomed to be nothing more than a part of this person for the rest of his life?

Announcing my Retirement

 

I must have been about 500 years old now. At almost 84 years old in my current body I had begun to long for the day my life finally ended. I had enjoyed so many youthful years and I had never been this old before. The last time I switched bodies was over 50 years ago and at that point I had decided this body would be my last ever.

That was until I met Terrance, he was a 19 year old semiprofessional basketball player and also had a part time job in a shop. Terrance appeared to have everything going for him, plenty of money behind him, a gorgeous house, beautiful girlfriend and an amazing support structure of family and friends around him.

However, around three months ago he went through a spell of trouble when he got arrested for something which was not his fault – he was set up by his colleagues in the shop and ended up shop lifting. His friends did not want to know him any more and he was extremely upset, he was set to loose everything. All he had was his house, girlfriend and his basketball career.

The last three months he ended up letting him self go, spending the money he had behind him and neglecting his training for the basketball. He was sacked from the team. He and I had become really close friends during this time and I had began to fall in love with him. I had seen every inch of his amazing body. He didn’t care what he told me or what he let me see. I was his rock, his shoulder to cry on. I loved seeing him and he seemed to love posing for me. We did everything together. He lost touch with his girlfriend because he was spending so much time with me.

The last few weeks I noticed him changing. He was going into a shell so to speak. Not taking the time to care about anything, he rarely showered or ate. All he seemed to do was drink. I received a text message that simply said “goodbye” and I drove straight to his house.

What I was about to do I had considered for a while now and thinking about him during the short drive to his house made me realize that it could have been too late. I drove faster and faster, Adrenaline was pumping through my weary old veins, something that they were no longer used too.

I barged into his house. The adrenaline gave me the strength to knock the door down. All I saw was him naked, asleep, or at least I hoped he was asleep, with a bottle of vodka, half empty and a bottle of pills. Oh god, I cant be too late, I have to make this right, it has to work, his whole life ahead of him. He just needs a little direction to get back on track. I picked him up and took him to the bathroom. I turned the shower to cold and drenched him. I forced pints of water into his mouth and he gasped.

I’ve saved him… Thank god, he was still alive. I knew how to look after him now and there was only one way I could guarantee his safety and continue his life. I knew he wouldn’t mind what I was about to do. For in his head, his life was over.

I placed my hand onto his chest and said the magical spell that I had almost forgotten over the years. My entity travelled into his body and forced his out and into my body. He instantly became the old frail man that I once was. I took a deep breath through my new mouth and lungs. It felt good to feel the youth once more. I felt like crap though as the effects of the vodka and pills took effect on my new body. I knew I was going to be safe and stay alive though, the spell wouldn’t allow me to enter a body that didn’t have long left to live. I threw up a few times that afternoon and slept the whole night.

The next morning I woke fresh as a daisy and starving hungry. My former self was lay next to me smiling with a full cooked breakfast coffee and orange juice keeping warm at my bed side, He kissed me on the cheek and said, “thank you.”

I smiled back, and told him “it was ok, it was the least I could do.”

“No I mean it,” he said, “You have given me what I wanted, my life was over and you knew it, now you can enjoy my life and I can live the rest of the time you have left, Thank you so so much.” Another kiss landed on my cheek.

I got Terrance’s life back on track in no time at all, found a new job, got my girlfriend back and I was back on the basketball team.

My former self only lasted a year after that, I was upset, but only because I knew that should have been me, I knew the real Terrance would now be happy and still watching out for me.

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So it’s been a while since I published but Don’t worry guys, I’m not really retiring – from writing at least… Wish I could retire from work though.. HAHA

Criminal

“Huff huff” I was breathing heavy, finally the cops had almost caught up to me, but they hadn’t caught me before, and I was determined not to let them catch me now!

I dipped down an alleyway that came out to a normally crowded square, but as it was raining, no one was around; No one that is, except ol’ Josh here.

I smirked, he looked like such a good boy, you know the type: straight A’s, all-around athlete, popular, all that cliché bullshit. With one final burst of energy I shot towards him and he was knocked clean off his feet. Perfect.

I slowly leaned down and pressed my lips against his, he was struggling alright but hey, I liked it that way. Our lips finally met and I began to press every bit of my essence into him, I could feel him gagging, choking, trying to spit up whatever was invading him. I could feel his tongue dancing wildly and with one final push, I was in. I allowed Josh one final groan and twitch as I took control. I took a deep breath and as my new lungs filled with oxygen, I could feel that powerful chest expanding. I sat up and looked around, no one. “heh, perfect.” I muttered to no one in particular. I stood up and kicked my old body over, relishing the strength of this new body. I leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Goodbye, old friend.” I could see Ken coming to, and I knew that I had to be quick, ” Help, help!” I shouted making sure that police would hear me, and within seconds I could see the entire team that was trailing me swarming my old body, or shall I say, Ken’s body? I allowed a smirk to dance across my lips before quickly wiping it away, I didn’t want to ruin the “Good boy” façade. As Ken began to recover from my years of, shall we say, “borrowing” his body? He began to shout, pleading his innocence, “No, no! It’s not me! I swear! It was him!” The end of his trembling finger directed at me. Why wouldn’t he be scared? I mean, he robbed a bank and shot a few people, he was going to do life, or he may even join the unlucky latters?

”No, no, it wasn’t me, it wa-“ he began sobbing, the bastard was weak. That’s why it was just so easy to control him. He didn’t even put up a fight when I decided to make him my new “home.”

“You have the right to remain silent..” As they began to read him his Miranda rights, another officer came over. He asked me if I was alright, and what exactly happened, and I lied, saying that he tried to mug me, but I managed to wrestle him off long enough for the police to come. The officer made sure to record my every detail, “Alright, thanks son. We’ll let you know if we need anything more from you. And uh, good luck in next week’s game, Josh.” He smiled a cheeky grin at me. “Thanks, I’ll do my best!” Damn, I love how innocent this boy seemed, I wondered how everyone would act if they knew just exactly who was in here…

| My thoughts were cut short as Kenneth was in tears now, crying uncontrollably. I took one last look at him, and I winked at him, allowing him a brief view of my essence, smirking as this upset him even more. “I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME!” and he took one final lunge at me before he was tazered, leaving him unconscious. I made sure to take a step back, tapping into Josh’s fear and letting it play across my face, I didn’t want to let my rouse break yet.

“Don’t worry son, he’s not going anywhere, anytime soon. And with that little outburst, that should be sure to seal the deal.” “Thanks officer, I’m just so happy that you finally caught him!”

And with that, they began walking back towards the car and I could hear the last bit of their dialect, “You know, I wonder what exactly made this guy snap anyhow? Successful partner at a law firm, real nice family, and beautiful wife and children. Dang, I guess we’ll just never know…”

With my back turned, that smirk returned to my lips. Yeah, Kenneth Jones really did have a nice, comfortable life, but that got boring real quick. Family wasn’t cut out for me, although I sure did enjoy plowing that fucker’s wife. Damn, she was smoking hot, and I made sure to plant a few of Kenneth’s seeds during our play time... Shame, she’d probably be finding out about now that she’s pregnant. Too bad the little bastard won’t ever get to know his daddy. Although, technically speaking I guess I was the kid’s dad too…

I took the kid’s wallet out, deciding to go “home” for now. Damn he was loaded! (Not that it mattered with all the money that I embezzled from the firm… )The address wasn’t far from here, and according to Josh’s thoughts, he was just coming home from a friend’s. I smirked, and began walking when I felt something vibrating. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a phone;

It was a text message,

Ana:
omgsh! Are you okay?! I’ll meet you at your house, okay! See you in a few! <3 <3 <3

Hm, according to Joshy here’s thoughts, this bitch was his girlfriend and his- or rather, “my” parents were out of the state for a business meeting this weekend. I smirked, I knew the fun that was going to be had as I dashed for my house.

Ana was waiting for me on the front porch, when she saw me she ran to hug me and I lifted her, spinning her around the way that she liked, and our lips met, and I could feel how much she loved Josh, my heart began to race, and somehow this was all I felt I needed… Damn, what was happening?

”baby, I was so worried about you!” she kissed me again, “Are you okay? Tell me what happened!”

and so I did my best to construct a believable story, using Josh’s memories, although I did put a slight twist on the story, wanting to impress her, weaving her a tale of how he tried to rob me, but I fought him to the ground with his gun. I watched as her eyes widened in horror and then turned to relief as she embraced me again. Damn, why did I even care what this bit- girl thought about me? What was happening?

”Well, I’ve got a little reward for your bravery,” she whispered shyly in my ear, taking time to play with it in her mouth, before she took me hand and began to lead me into the house…

We finally made out way to my bedroom and I could see her clothes coming off and immediately I ripped my shirt off, making sure to flex my abs for her, I knew she loved that. Before moving in and kissing her, allowing her to run her hands along my chest and stomach muscles, and I leaned in and kissed her neck, slowly undoing my pants with one hand while caressing her breast with the other.

and with one final fling, the pants came off and I could feel my cock raging to get out, fuck this thing felt enormous, I was dying to see it but I knew I couldn’t break the façade, as I kept at the foreplay, licking her nipples and gently biting her neck before finally she took off her panties, revealing that she was ready. Hell, that was all the encouragement that I needed as I flung my underwear into the corner.

Damn! Ken’s body wasn’t bad, but this kid was fuckin’ packing! I reached down and gave it a light rub as I lowered myself on top of her flesh and directed it towards that opening, and my brain began to rush with all sorts of new experiences. I’d had sex plenty of times, but something about this time was different. This felt so much fuckin’ better than any of those past times, and as I began to near my climax, I could hear her breathes getting shorter and I leaned in towards her ear and whispered, “I love you, babe.” Before allowing myself to climax and blasting my load. Wave after wave came out and she allowed a few light moans to escape her throat, her body convulsing, her pussy squeezing my cock hard, fuck this felt amazing… Afterwards we just laid there and cuddled, and I loved wrapping my arms around her, and I could feel her heart beating in my hands. I relished this moment more than any other that I had experienced during my existence…

She let out a light shake, and I saw something leave her body, it appeared to be a guy about late 20’s but that was all I saw before it vanished through the ceiling. She was knocked out cold. I decided to explore my new house and I got up, taking care not to wake her.

I walked back downstairs and I saw some photos, and oddly enough, I saw the guy who had left Ana’s body in one of the photos… He was a friend of “my” dad’s apparently, but I just kept walking until I found the living room. I saw some cigarettes and I reached for one and lit up, I coughed, this body wasn’t used to smoking. I smirked, I was loving having such a sweet, innocent, body. Damn, the thing that I was planning…

New Year Costume Party

“Welcome to the Costume Store sir. Please browse around and let me know if you want to try something on,” I smile. I watch you carefully, you move from rack to rack pulling at the usually monkey, gorilla and Mario costumes with a disappointed look you go to leave.

“Sir, can I have a couple more minutes of your time? You look like the type of person that knows what they’re looking for, am I right?” I say in a cheery voice, you nod.

I pull a binder from under the counter. “Let me show you some of our more special costumes.” I start to flip through the pages and describe some of the costumes.

1. Batman and Robin

“These are popular pair, you can take one or the other; better still if you have a friend take both of them. I can assure you that you’ll have complete anonymity.”

“How do you mean?” you reply

“The Batman and Robin costumes are just cosmetic, the guys in the photo are real identities you’ll be using.”

“You mean they’re just rubber suits?”

“No they’re real enough—a couple of room mates from the local university. You get to use their body for the rental period, use them as you wish. If you don’t have a friend for the other guy I can tweak their memory to fit what ever you desire; friend, brother—lover,” I chuckle.

“Are they OK with that,” you ask

“They owe me, but don’t worry they won’t remember anything and if you rent by yourself the other guy won’t even know your inside his room mate,” I say flipping to the next page.

 

 2. Wolverine

“Perhaps this one will interest you, it works the same as Batman and Robin. You can possess, body swap with him—he’ll look after your life while your in him—or you can make him into a suit. This guy is really popular, I’m surprised he’s still available.”

“Why’s he popular?” you ask.

“He’s the surfer and a party animal, a guy rented him last year and ended up fucking a load of guys at a party. Was a bit awkward when he returned the suit had to re-write a lot of his memories to fit in with his coming out at the party.”

 

3. Security

“Maybe something in authority? Daniel is a bouncer at a night club—he used to be a marine. You’ll need to finish off the last of his shift but then the time is yours. He’s very strong and has an air about him, he can make even the biggest guys wilt with just a look. I should know I’ve worn him a few times myself."

Your grin widens.

 

 4. Solider

“Oh, touched an interest maybe?"

You blush.

“Have a look at this guy, Sergeant Ryan. He’s just come back onto the books back from duty for the holiday period. I can do a special offer on him; two weeks for the price of one.”

“Tell me more,” you say.

I look over my notes. “Well he’s 23 years old, 5’10” tall, 190lbs with a 48” chest. A natural born killer,” I grin. “He’s straight—maybe,” I wink.

You bite your lip.

“Before you make any decisions, look at the others first.”

 

5. Something Different

“I don’t know, perhaps you’re a little shy and you want to try something new but without any consequences?”

“Go on,” you say.

I point to a picture in the book. “Take Adam here. A regular on the circuit of some specialist bars and clubs; cocky little fucker. I’ve got a special agreement with Adam though; he’s a possession or bodysuit only though. He likes to be controlled so will be conscious while you’re inside him but its safe as he cannot do anything.”

I look at you and bite my lip. “The last couple are very special, and you have to have an open mind,” I say under my breath.

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Turning the page, you see its blank. “Place you palm on here,” I tell you.

You put you hand there, and it warms—a picture appears.

 

6. Neighbours

“Shit, that’s Tony in his dress shirt and Jack,” you stammer.

“Both options, the page has picked up some of your inner desires. You can be either of them or you can double up and we’ll tweak the memories of the other to fit in with your fantasy, we can of course guarantee that they’ll remember nothing.”

I turn the page, another blank page. I nod at you and you place your hand on the book and when the picture appears you gasp.

 

7. Friends

“Wait, that’s my son in the jacket. You’re not suggesting—“ you say.

“No of course not, but maybe one of his friends?”

You think for a moment. “Well I know he goes to some great parties and we don’t hang out as much as we used to…” you ponder.

“Well, this guy,” I tap the image of the guy in the red hoodie.

“Jason?” you say.

“Yeah, I think that’s me in the picture. Your son’s nineteenth birthday I think? It was a fun evening got totally wasted.”

“And my son never realised?”

“No, once you’re inside you have full access to memories.” I reply.

 

8. The Golden Ticket

“The last thing I have to offer is the Golden Ticket. It’s not cheap, but for three months you can become as many people you want,” I grin at you.

“Anyone? As many times as I want?”

“Yes, for three months.”

“Then what?” you reply cautiously.

I place my hand on the book. “Then you become an option on my books for other to use between Christmas and the New Year for three years. You get three months use of the ticket but sacrifice three weeks of yours, sounds like a great deal huh?” I say.

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So which will you choose? In the comments post your wishes with the number of your choice, perhaps a little story telling us what you got up to in your loaned body.

Life Sentence

“Mr Lawrenson you are hear by found guilty of fraudulent activity whilst claiming benefits over the last twelve months,” the Judge stated over the loud speaker system in the court room.

“You are here by sentenced to six months imprisonment in the body of a work-a-holic who works 60 plus hours a week and has a family to support.”

Let me start to explain. The prisons were full. The government needed to find a new way to punish people who were committing crimes. They had different levels of punishment based upon the severity of the crime. However, basically, they would be switched in to someone else's body for a set period of time. The bodies they switched into were usually less attractive and were normally the exact opposite of what they were. So if your crime was petty theft, you would be switched into someone who did a lot of charity work. They had no choice but to live their hosts life. It was all secretive. The public were unaware of what was going on as they had set up a select group of people who were forced to sign the official secrets act. The owners of the borrowed body were switched into anyone they desired and if chosen correctly they could live a temporary life of heaven and bliss. Bodies that were sent to “prison” were actually placed into storage chambers and taken out once a week during visiting hours. It was all part of the ploy of not telling the public.

Alex Lawrenson has been on state benefits for twelve months or more. He had a job previously but he became lazy with it as he worked mainly from home. It wasn't really his fault that he lost his job. This is because his family commitments had to be priority. He was quite fortunate that he had kept his job for so long. It was a really good job paying $4000 a month. But benefits had taken him down to $200 a month. He needed a job and fast, but due to the recession, there was nothing out there. It made more sense for him to stay on benefits than work. However, he had to find a way to make ends meet with Christmas fast approaching he needed money for his kids to get any presents. He had also been issued with a 12 month driving ban. He could no longer get his kids to school. 2012 had become the worst year of his life.

He took a cash in hand job but he was soon found out and that’s where he ended up in court and was issued with his sentence. Alex wasn't given any time to protest and was escorted to the chambers where he was strapped into a steel chair. The walk was around 200 yards and should of taken about 2 minutes to get there. Instead it took almost half an hour as Alex was kicking, screaming and shouting all the way. Now he was strapped down, there was no way he could escape and his fortune for the next 6 months was inevitable

Things didn’t get any better as his host walked into the room.
“No fucking way, No fucking chance your putting me into that body. No fucking way are you putting me into the body of a ginger freak. I’ll change, lock me up please I beg you. I cant be a ginger geek. I mean look at me, I’m a stunner, a scally, I fucking love myself. I’ve just had a bad year. Ill change, please, I cant be him.”

The doctors didn’t even blink, the host never said a word as he was strapped in to. The buttons were pressed and Alex was zapped out of his body and into his new temporary body. Stephan was his new name. All of a sudden, Alex had changed from the out of control scally he once was and placed into Stephan. Stephan had 3 kids and also struggled to make ends meet. But he coped and was on the straight and narrow.

Alex was now in full control of his new body and had no choice but to accept what he now was, who he now was. In control but unable to change or deviate from and of Stephan’s day to day activities. Stephan worked 60 hours a week, sometimes more as a satellite engineer. His partner did nothing around the house and Stephan’s life felt like hell compared to the life Alex previously had. The new Stephan was sent on his way, the doctors knowing that he could not deviate from Stephan’s life.

Stephan, now in the body of Alex, on the other hand had only 1 choice to make, where would he spend his next 6 months. He sure as hell didn’t want the life of Alex. Alex’s mind was already interfering with his own thought processes, he was beginning to feel the rage that Alex had left behind. Stephan chose the body and life of Siva Kaneswaran, one of the top 50 most attractive men of 2012. Stephan's transfer was instant and he was free to enjoy what Siva’s body and life had to offer.

A whole week had passed. And Alex’s first visitor had arrived. His body was taken out of stasis and awaited occupation by one of the clerks. However there was nobody available to take possession of Alex’s body due to sickness and holiday. Things were getting desperate and they were looking for volunteer’s.

Alex’s bad attitude had put many off and as a last resort I put my hand up and I was taken to the room where Alex’s body was sat there so peacefully. It simply looked asleep.

I sat down in the chair next to him and the buttons were pressed. I was instantly zapped into Alex’s body. I awoke moments later where I was instructed to dress in convicts clothes.

My experience only lasted an hour where I simply chatted to Alex’s future wife and kids. I felt Alex’s upset and rage, but I had to control it. I was taken back to the room and switched back. I was selected as Alex’s host for his 6 months of visitation rights, that meant approximately 24 hours as Alex over the next 6 months. I couldn't cope with that. Alex offered me more than what I had. I wished these hands were mine.

The next week, I arrived early. I watched every button that was pressed, I needed to know how to obtain Alex’s body from storage and switch myself into him. It looked easy and I memorized every sequence. Again, my experience only lasted an hour. But this time I wouldn't need to wait a whole week to return.

Later that day once everyone had gone home, I snuck back to the storage facility, and switched into Alex. I put my own body into storage and then left the sick note I had conveniently obtained from the doctors on my bosses desk. I knew Alex would now not be missed, as with me being off for the next 2 weeks, Alex would be left in storage. His visiting rights automatically removed whilst I was off sick as his host.

I spent every waking moment having a great time in Alex’s body. Sex on demand with the left hand or the right, depended what mood I was in. I also went to the clubs and enjoyed fun and sex with any thing that walked. Alex’s mind set had rubbed off on me, I was a bad ass boy now. Loving life to the max. Could I really return this body after only 2 weeks, how would they ever find me if I ran off and started a new life??? Hmmm………………………………..

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…