It was only a thought....

By Gary Travis..

As I sat there staring at him I had only one thing running through my mind... How would it feel to have a beard. To feel fingers running through the crop of hair on my face. I looked at my hands, horrible fat fingers. I looked over at him again and saw he was biting his nails a horrible habbit but I noticed how slender and smooth his fingers were. Those fingers would look and feel nice running his sleek black beard. I looked at my reflection in the screen of the pc, no way I'd grow a beard like that I chuckled.

Today happened to be a charity day at work. Suddnelly I had a thought, I asked him if he would consider a beard waxing for charity. I sent it to everyone on our floor so it didn't look too suspicious. He agreed to do it I £200 was raised. It took us almost all day to raise that amount and I spent my time wisely, sending pics of him from his Facebook account to our colleagues.

The master becomes the pupil.

There were 4 of us who started a new job last Wednesday and 2 'supervisors' who were there to train us apparently. There was Me, (28) Matt (22) Karl (27) and Josh (19) the 2 supervisors were Ben (26) and John (48). There was no similarity to any of us and we all wondered why the our particular group had been picked, the only thing we could think of was that we were all quite young and reasonably fit. We had all been discussing previous experiences, again no similarities,  and the interview, we all thought we had done very badly at the interview. I think I was the only one with a special gift; at least no one else had dared to mention it. 

Donor

It was a simple technique that had been developed after years of medical research. Intended to help the sick and injured. It was a small electrical device implanted into a donor's palm that allowed a healthy body part to be duplicated into the body of a sick or injured person. It has amazing results where people needed heart or lung transplants and for people had lost limbs as the result of war and the like. It of course had identity theft written all over it and consequently was strictly controlled. There was of course the odd rogue trader out there who sold body parts for a living. Knowing they would never be able to get caught as they would simply exchange their own 'parts' with that of a completely innocent person. The system on a medical level was completely unprotected and allowed people with the implant in their hand to pass on the technology to any body else as if a donors hand contained an implant and they duplicated it to someone else then the recipients hand would also contain the implant. Also when two people had an implant they could exchange body parts they could even exchange entire bodies.

The 'rogue' market was mainly for people who were in happy with their cosmetic looks and if you were willing to pay then you could have the million dollar looks everyone dreamed of. It was only complicated when people had specific orders. If someone wanted to have the face of a famous footballer then the donor would have to get close enough to that footballer, duplicate their hand onto the footballers body and then swap their faces, they couldn't allow a duplicate face of a famous person, so the system was set up so that every image of that footballer was changed to match their new image. The only people that would know about whose face it used to belong too was the donor and the recipient. It was a look that someone was creating.

Talking Ben

It was now or never, after today I was likely to never see him again. Today was his last day in work. We were such close friends and I couldn't allow it to happen. He didn't want to leave but things were getting on top of him so he felt he had no choice.

We had a few options involving both of us body swapping with other members of the team. We both decided it was the best way for us to stay together.

The first option was for me to stay where I was. Or rather stay as who I was. It would mean he only had one choice of who to become. Otherwise he would have to become a woman and he didn't want that. I didn't like this option, mainly because I wanted the body swap opportunity, more so, I wanted his body. Another option was for us both to swap into 2 completely new people, new jobs, new bodies and new lives. Well at least they were new to us. We knew once we had started on the body switching quest that we could swap bodies any time we liked we just had to keep the lives we had chosen.

It's we thought about who to become I kept having to remind him that in effect we only had to pick the jobs we wanted. We weren't picking a body as the body the life/ job came with could easily be changed. He picked Faiz the produce manager. Didn't like his Asian/ Cypriot looking body but produce was where he wanted to be. I picked Matt. Again I didn't like his looks, he had horrible piercings and ear plugs. Harry Potter wanna be so I was sure I was going to change it... Checkout manager was going to be my new role.

Matt

The Ring

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Upgraded!!

How do you fancy a break away from home, work, your life even your body; And on return have a completely new body and outlook on life?

That was the parting comment from my business partner of four years. He was the type who lived it up big style. Partying, vacations, girls even guys on demand. Sure he worked hard for it, we both did. He spent his cash; I invested it. But somehow he had it all. Little did I know of his secret to staying looking, sounding and feeling youthful.

I explained that we couldn't both take a holiday, but he was adamant that it would all be left in very safe hands  and no one would notice any difference. I have to admit a 16 night vacation to Japan sounded bliss right now and was just what the doctor ordered!

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Hey guys - got my writing head on, but cant wait till my regular slots - but there are a few stories on their way. Here's a taster though

Wait, these aren't my clothes. This isn't where I was sat earlier. Wait where am I, Who am I. With a no mirrors, no one around and the doors to the house locked. I had little choice but to discover who I was for myself. I didn't recognize a thing. The clothes, my surroundings, all I could currently see were my hands, and they didn't look familiar either. I tried to look into the chrome affect of the Lit BBQ next to me, but the steel was too hazy. I had even begun to strip to see if there was anything else I recognised... Nope nothing.  Suddenly, I saw my former self come through the doors onto the patio where I sat.

"Oh Hey," said my former body, "Gizmo, I hope you don't mind, but I invited a few of our friends over for a party, said you were cooking. Oh and I'm sorry but I swapped our bodies. It was the only way I could get what I wanted and that was for you to be in love with me."

I didn't mind one bit, my new body was far better than my old one, sure I was apparently not gay, but I'm sure I can soon change that. Even though.... Things seem so much better this way, we both share this house, some amazing friends, good cars, excellent jobs. Maybe I'll stay like this... My mind began to accept who I now was and I forgot who I was before.

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.

Weakness

Grant was one of those men who were cut from a very different cloth, the perfect gene pool. He was referred too as a god like figure by many men and women alike. He was the typical man with 100's if not 1000's of friends and followers. He had the time of day for everyone and was such a caring guy.

 

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.

Cool Hand Luke

As a thank you gesture he held out his hands in front of him and in acknowledgement I held his hands.

'Thanks for all you have done for me'. Luke stated.

I noted how amazing his hands felt. I could feel the warmth of his heart flowing through his blood vessels. I could also feel how detailed the ridges in his skin were as they felt so deep. I pulled him in closer for a hug. Probably more than he wanted or was expecting... I couldn't manage a reply that was meaningful to him and as I was still holding his hands creating the bond I needed.

'I wish these hands were mine.' I said to him.

He released the hug and moved his hands to my upper arms and shook me a little.

'What do you mean?' He demanded.

'Touching my hands in the way you did has created a special bond between us. You were not to know. However I have been tasked with finding help for one of my friends who is at breaking point. He has found a way to switch bodies with people, he chose me, but I needed to find a third person as the switch had to create 3 points from touching hands. Unwittingly, you have just become the third and your body will become mine.'

'I don't want any part of this freak show.' He retorted.

'My boy just by touching me, your mind is already being reprogrammed to accept this and by the time Alec is here to join us and begin the transformation you will also know the spell and we fully versed with how we are to switch and will he enjoying it.' I explained.

Motionless

Steve was ill. He has been bitten hundreds of times by whatever breed of mega mosquito that had invaded his private space. There bites were only on his legs but it meant he was finding it difficult to walk. There was about 40 of us in the hotel and they were only biting Steve. He must of tasted so sweet. He knew I had healing powers and asked me to help.

I explained to him that my healing powers only work on myself. I couldn't help others. That presented him with a problem. Steve  needed the help but I couldn't do it. Steve had a solution though that required very little effort. He could temporally place me inside his body whilst I healed it. He would look after mine. It sounded like a great idea.

The Drinks Are Free

At the Al diwan resort it's all inclusive. And when they say all inclusive they mean all inclusive. Everything is free. Why is it free? It's free because in a roundabout way your doing everything yourself.

Your first day your told about it and at first they just use the guests so the staff can have their breaks but once it's the second day your abused and end up doing more and more as the days and weeks go on. When I look back on it, after I stole Kamil's body, I kind of miss it. I already plan to go back. I will probably release abdul from his curse and allow him to take Kamil's body away from me. I suppose I'd better explain.

Will.I.Am

Will.I.Am

Is just a title and has no referenced to anybody in particular.

Will.I.Am. My name is now William. Well it is now. I prefer to be called Will; it never used to be and should not really be. I only prefer Will as it’s the only thing at now distinguishes me and the original owner of this body I now own who preferred his full title.
William was on the fast track to success and he was challenged during his placement to turn all of his staff into "mini ME’s" or mini William's. He had been recognised as being the best in his game and the bosses at the top wanted to portray his excellence on the staff. It had been suggested to him that he used coaching to get the best out of each and every one of them but William had other, better and easier ideas.

Rugby Challenge Returns

 

So since my first story on MTB i have always considered Rugby challenge to be one of my favourites and i had a lot of guidance from Sean to get it out on the blog. Now 18 months later – I have decided to write a second part to it and see how you think it compares. Has my writing and style improved or got worse?? 

Either way – please read and enjoy the story – Comment and Vote – Thanks

Rugby Challenge Pt #1

At the end of rugby challenge and the end of the 2012 rugby season Jamie returned to his own body he didn't enjoy being in someone else's body and missed his own life and friends. He had hopes to re-join the first team for the next Season. This did not materialize and he ended up arguing with the bosses and left for another club and ending his contract a year early. He was gutted but needed to play rugby. It was his dream.

About half way through the next season, however, he felt home sick. His roots were with his home club, his home town. He needed to get back and he knew his only way was to trade his body with one of the players on his home team.

That's when my phone rang, I knew what he wanted as soon as his name popped up on the screen. He only ever rang me with body swapping queries.

My New Best Friend

I was always criticised for staring at people in wheel chairs or people with a false leg or arm. I was told that it was rude to stare. But I never understood why. The truth is, at least for me is that I wanted to know their story. I wanted to know how they felt, what happened to them and if their bodies behaved any differently now that they had a missing limb.

It wasn't until recently that I discovered all of the answers to my questions. I had begun to get very friendly with an ex-army man. He had lost his leg in a recent war and now wore a false leg. It didn't seem to bother him one bit and he seemed happy and appeared to live a normal life. He often walked around shirtless.

Is It Love?!

Part 4 – The End
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
What was I missing you ask... I was missing Alex. I suppose it's like browsing for a new car, you look at hundreds and somehow always end up buying the first one you looked at. That was how I felt with Alex; or more without Alex.

Gypsy Traveller

A day at the beach developed into a life at the beach and today now that I have finally left I have decided to tell my story.

Is It Love?!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 – New experience's

We swapped back over night and Alex said he felt much better after his break. However he was desperate for the next body and life break. We all agreed to the swap and each downed our next pills without a moments hesitation. The swap seemed to go much smoother this time.

Once again I was staring at a different part of the room. Glancing around the only person I couldn't see was Damien. Wow I had become Damien in a matter of minutes. Fully clothed but without any of his knowledge. We all struck a high five as a group and headed out for another week of fun away from home.