You're the Best, Dad

“Where have you been?” said Michael sternly as his son, Jesse, walked in the door.

“Dad?” said Jesse, “I was – I had that thing after school today. The fundraiser for band. I thought told you about it.”

“Fundraiser? You never told me anything about no fundraiser! I’ve just been sitting here for the past two hours worried about why you weren’t home from school on time. You’re in deep shit, young man.”

“Dad!” said Jesse, “I swear! I told you about it!”

“Oh yeah?” said Michael, “Then why did I see your little friend Luis Montero getting off the school bus this afternoon. How come he came home on time, huh?”

“Luis was supposed to be there too!” said Jesse, “But he wasn’t! I don’t know why he didn’t come!”

“Well,” said Michael, standing up, “Maybe that’s because he skipped out on the fundraiser, came over here when he knew you would be gone, snuck into your dad’s bedroom as he was taking a nap, and took over his body!”

Jesse stood there in shock for a few moments before Michael – or really Luis in Michael’s body – laughed a big, hearty laugh.

“Gotchya!” he said, “Oh man, you shoulda seen the look on your face!”

“Luis!” said Jesse, “OK, for real, you gotta tell me when you’re gonna do that! I thought you said you weren’t gonna do it any more without telling me!”

“OK, OK,” said Luis, “Sorry, bro. But you gotta admit, I’m gettin’ pretty good at pretending to be your old man! So hey, you wanna go out and get some pizzas and maybe some beer and some pornos and stuff like we did last time!?”

“Oh yeah!” said Jesse, smiling, “And, uh – Oh. Um. Nevermind.”

“What?” said Luis.

“Well…” said Jesse hesitantly, “I was thinkin’ maybe we could do some of that… other stuff we did last time.”

“But I thought you said it was kinda weird,” said Luis.

“Yeah…” said Jesse, “But I kinda liked it, and I gotta say – seeing you in my dad’s body again is really getting’ me, you know, like horny.”

“Well, all right, ‘son,’” said Luis with a wink, “Whatever it takes to make my boy happy!”

“Aw,” said Jesse, giving his friend a big hug, “You’re the best, Dad!”

Totally Fucked Up

“Dude, are you getting totally fucked up or what!” said Drew, pouring a can of beer down his friend Matt’s throat.

“Ohhh hell fuckin’ yeahh!” said Matt, choking a bit as he chugged it down, “Hey, dude. Man, this beer tastes weird, dude.”

“Nah,” said Drew, “That’s just the bodysuit potion I’ve mixed into it.”

“The fuckin’ what?” Matt drunkenly chuckled.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Drew, “You’ll start to feel it here in a second. There. All finished up!”

“Hell fuckin’ yeah!” said Matt, leaping up and stumbling into Drew, “Shit, man! I don’t know what that shit was you put in there, but I feel fuckin’ great as shi—“

Before he could finish his sentence, Matt stumbled back down to the ground. To everyone else at the party, it looked like he had just had way too much to drink as always. But Drew just stood over him and watched.

“You dumbfuck,” said Drew, “Done in by your very own best buddy, Drew Carter – Who happens to be quite the handsome stud, if I do say so myself!”

Drew ran his hands along his smooth, square face, pulling it tight and making sure the facemask hadn’t slipped out of place anywhere. Of course it hadn’t. The suit was flawless and he knew it. As he stood there, a small, awkward looking boy cautiously approached him and stared.

“Russel?” said the smaller boy, “Is that you…?”

“What the fuck you talkin’ about?” said Drew, watching with a sneer as the smaller boy cowered back. Then he quickly changed his tone and gave a wink, “Yeah, Devin, it’s me! But just be sure to call me Drew now, okay? Hey, look! I think Matt is just about ready for ya!”

He stepped back to reveal the empty shell of what had once been Matt Hastings.

“Get in him quick!” said Drew, “Here, I’ll help ya!”

He helped his friend step into the suit through a slit that had formed in the back, and then quickly sealed it up before anybody at the party even noticed.

The new Matt blinked a few times and ran his tongue along his teeth.

“Whoa,” he said in a voice that was much more masculine that he was used to, “It even changed my teeth. And my tongue is like – whoa…”

“You all right there, buddy?” Drew chuckled.

“How much beer did you say you gave him?” Devin said, shaking his head and looking down at the ground. He seemed so high up!

“Let’s just say you’re probably good to go for the rest of the night!” said Drew, helping his friend stand up, “Now are you ready to see what it’s like to be a frat boy or what!?”

So Sorry!

“Ohhh! So sorry, Mom and Dad called and said you had to come back in and get back home to finish up your homework before school tomorrow!” said Jake, putting a frown on his handsome, masculine face.

“Yeah, me too!” said Neil, leaning over Jake’s shoulder, “But it’ll be ok, Mikey. Maybe if you’re a good boy and finish your homework early, they’ll let you watch that new movie you’ve been wanting to see. Oh wait – it’s rated PG-13, so never mind! Mom thinks it’ll be too violent for you! Ah well, maybe me and Jake here will pop it in once we get home late tonight and you two are all tucked away in your little boy beds! Hope you like the ‘Transformers’ sheets!”

“What!” said the two 11-year-old boys, “That’s not fair! Give us our bodies back!”

“Sorry, fellas!” said Jake, making a muscle and looking down at the little bit of hair between his two pumped-up adult pecs, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about! Now why don’t we turn this boat around, Neil, and take these two little ‘sissy boys’ back home! Then me and you can drive back out to the lake and spend the rest of the afternoon fishin’ and goin’ through this big ol’ cooler full of beer!”

“Sounds like a plan, my man!” said Neil, giving Jake a high-five and cracking open one of the beers, “You know, I think I could definitely get used to us being the older brothers!”

An Apology!

Sorry, guys. My internet has been down for the past week or so and I haven't been able to get online and post any updates. Hopefully some new stuff will be on the way soon, though!

Honestly, Officer

"Don't even think about pulling anything tricky, Graves," said Officer Clark, "We're on to you."

"Honestly, Officer, I don't know what you're talking about!" said the handcuffed teenager, "I told you, my name is Lucas White, I live at 11272 DeLand Avenue, I go to Wells High School, and my parents are Linda and Marcus White. I don't know who this 'Javon Graves' guy is, but I'm not him! Honestly, sir!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's cut the crap, Graves," said Officer Clark, "I know you happen to look like 'Lucas White' at the moment, but we happen to have the real Lucas White at the station now, and he's told us everything -- how you approached him behind the school, morphing yourself into an exact duplicate of him, and then knocked him out. Probably thought you'd get pretty far before we caught on to you, didn't ya? Just give it up, Graves."

"No, Officer! Honestly, I swear! That's not what happened!"

"Now listen here," said Officer Clark, forcefully pushing the teenager up against the cop car, "I'm not gonna play your little games, ya hear? The kid told us everything we need to know, we've got confirmed identity from the parents. Now if you wanna make it easy for yourself, I'd morph back to the 6'4" African-American male that we've got pictured on your mugshot before we get back to the station. If you wanna go back in wearing this body, that's fine too. But we know who's on the inside, got it?"

Lucas was utterly confused but helpless but to do anything the officer asked of him. He remembered being approached by a tough-looking black guy behind the school this afternoon, but couldn't remember much else before everything went blank.

"I've got to talk to my parents!" Lucas said as he was being pushed into the back of the car.

"Graves," said Officer Clark, "For the last time! Mr. and Mrs. White and their son, Lucas White, do not want anything to do with you and are going to be very pleased to see that you've been captured and are being taken back to the County Jail where you belong. And if you ever go near that family again and pretend to be their son, I swear to god..."

Lucas placed his head in his handcuffed hands. As he did so, he noticed that they were getting larger and darker and rougher right in front of his eyes.

"Oh shit!" he thought, catching a glimpse of himself in the rear-view mirror. His features were grotesquely melting and reconfiguring themselves, becoming those of a 43-year-old convicted felon.

"That's it, Graves," said Officer Clark, "There's that handsome mug of yours!"

"But I'm not --"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Officer Clark, slamming the sliding plexiglass window shut, "Just try to keep it quiet back there until we get back to the station, huh Graves?"

Dating a White Boy

"So your parents wouldn't like it if you were dating a white boy?" asked Garrett, "Is that it?"

"Naw, man," said Terrance, "It ain't like that. It's jus'..."

"No, it's ok," said Garrett, "Just give me a second --"

Garrett sat back on the bed, taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes. He appeared to be in deep concentration, but Terrance realized something was happening. There, in front of his eyes, Garrett's skin appeared to be darkening, going from a very pale white to a smooth, light brown. Garrett exhaled and opened his eyes, looking down at his arms.

"Is this dark enough for you?" he asked.

"Yeah, but --" said Terrance.

"Oh, I'm not done yet!" said Garret with a smile.

He gave his body a stretch, and as he did so, it changed in both shape and size, filling out a little bit with some nice, tight muscle. Then he brought his hands to his face, pushing and pulling and stretching out his features -- widening his nose, plumping up his lips. He ran his hands along his hair, and it receded into a tight buzz cut, and then as he ran them along his jaw, he sprouted a short goatee.

"Goatee, or no goatee?" he asked, wiping it away and then making it appear again.

"The goatee looks hot, bro," Terrance smiled, "Wow. Like the look, brotha'!"

"Yeah, well you know I do what'er it takes to make ma' boy happy," Garrett said, changing his voice to make it deeper and adding a hint of an Atlanta accent, "Now how 'bout dat kiss?"

Garrett pulled Terrance in, roughly kissing him with his new big, juicy lips.

"Damn, boy!" Terrance said, "You make one fine brotha'!"

"You know it!" Garrett said, "And if you ever get tired of me lookin' like this, baby boy, I can be what'er you want me to be!"

At the Festival Part II

Guest post by Nemo

(Click here to read Read Part I)

I sat and looked at the clock. It had been nearly 12 hours since I'd last seen my boyfriend Jon. We'd gotten seperated at out local gay pride festival the day before and Jon hadn't come home with me. Now I had no idea where he was and I was beginning to get worried.

The problem was I had no idea how I could go about finding Jon. I tried his cell, but that was still switched off. I couldn't try any of our friends because... well because Jon hadn't been himself yesterday. In fact he'd been a 30 year old muscle daddy called Dirk and it was all my idea.

Jon was only just 18, he'd graduated from high school and was deciding what to do with his life. He was an archetypal twink, slim, natually blonde, prone to giggling and with a deep interest in pop music. I loved him, but he wasn't exactly comfortable in his own skin. I think being the butt of the school jocks pranks was still too fresh in his mind and secretly he'd wanted to be big and muscular.

So when I found this funny little place in a side street that sold body-suits I'd immediately thought of Jon. I picked the suit out myself and was such a hurry to get it back to Jon, I didn't really stop to listen to what the shop-keeper was telling me.

Jon had loved the suit and had wasted no time getting into it. he loved the power of his new body and he came up with his new name 'Dirk' himself. We'd had a blast at the Festival, at least until Jon had one beer too many. He'd insisted I call him Dirk, wouldn't even listen if I called him Jon. I'd tried to keep track of him, but I lost him in a dance tent and eventually I'd headed home, hoping that he'd either be waiting there for me or he'd turn up soon.

That had been about 1am. Now it was gone noon and still no sign of him. I was really getting worried about him and soon I wouldn't be the only one. Jon's parents were laid back and cool about having a gay son with an older boyfriend, but even they would begin to freak out if I told them I'd lost him. And we were meant to be going over to see them today.

That was when I heard a key in the front door. Only one other person had a key to my apartment, Jon. It had to be him and I felt something between relief and anger. I jumped up and walked to the front door. As I got there Jon let himself in, only he didn't look like Jon, he was still wearing the Dirk suit. He'd at least managed to pull a T-shirt back on and from somewhere he'd found a huge duffle bag he was carrying it over one shoulder.

"Where..." I started to yell at him and stopped myself. I didn't want this to become a major row, I just needed to know what had happended. I tried again, "Are you ok? I was worried about you."

"I'm OK. I'm sorry for upsetting you, but I've had a crazy night and there's some stuff we need to talk about," said Jon, still sounding all gruff and, to be honest, sexy. "Can we go and sit down?"

I nodded and we walked back to the lounge room, Jon still carrying the duffle bag with him.

I was a little bit weirded out, I'd been expecting the usual hysterics from Jon, but he was acting....mature. As we sat down, Jon turned to me

"So where did you get my suit?" he asked.

"I.. I told you. It was some guy in a shop. Why? What does it matter where I got it?"

"Are you sure he didn't give you any advice or warning about using the suit?"

"He told me something, but I didn't really listen. I just wanted to get it back to you."

Jon sat and put his head in his hands and then ran them back over his scalp, rubbing his new buzzcut. He looked at me "So this is all your fault then."

"What. What's my fault." I began to get pissed "You were the one acting like a total fucking jerk last night 'Dirk'! And you were the one who stayed out all night, Jon."

"You don't get it, do you? I'm not Jon anymore. I'm Dirk and it's your fault."

"What the fuck are you talking about. You're wearing a halloween costume, that's all. In fact take it off, because I'm not going to talk to you until you have done."

"It won't make any difference," Jon shrugged, "But if it'll make you happy..."

He reached up and grabbed his buzzcut hard and pulled. As he pulled, his scalp began to lift away and Dirk's face distorted more and more as he pulled harder, until with an audible 'snap' the neck of his suit gave way at the seam and Jon pulled the mask completly off his head.

For a second I'd almost expected to see Dirk's face underneath the mask, but it was Jon's face looking back at me, the cute boyish features, the floppy blonde hair plastered against his face where he'd been wearing the mask. He was still Jon. And then I looked into his eyes. He didn't have Jon's normal expression. He looked more serious, more mature....older.

"You get it. Don't you?" said Jon "Sure without the suit I look like Jon, but I still think like Dirk, because inside, that's who I am now. This face," and he held up the mask he'd just taken off, "this is my real face now."

"But, but, but...how?" I asked

"The shop guy told you what would happen. I know he did, because I ran into him at the fair and he recognised the suit and told me everything you should have told me. These aren't just simple rubber suits, they're far, far more complex than that. The suits are made with nano-tech, that's how they look so life-like. And each suit is imprinted with a behaviour pattern and the longer you wear the suit, the more the nano-tech imprints on your own brain, until eventually, it's irreversible. And guess what, I passed the point of no return."

I sat there stunned, unable to believe what Jon was telling me. It wasn't possible, was it? Jon looked at me.

"Having trouble believing me?" he asked, "I thought you might, that's why I got the guy to make this for me."

He opened the duffle bag and threw out a body suit. I looked at it lying on the floor in a rubery heap. It seemed a strangely familiar body and then it clicked.

"That's you, Jon!"

"Yes," said Jon "The guy wanted a body to model the suit on and mine was closest to hand. Now, put it on."

"I don't really want to." I said, feeling oddly uneasy.

"Look, you got me into this mess and now you don't even believe me when I tell you what's happened. This is the only way you'll understand, so put it on."

I picked up the suit. I'd helped Jon put his original suit, so I knew what to do. I hesiatated and then Jon looked at me meaningfully and I sighed and stripped out of my clothes. Naked I put first one foot and then the other into the suit. I wriggled my own feet down inside the suit until they were sitting firmly in the feet of the suit. With them in place it was easy to draw first one of the suits legs and then the other up over mine. I watched my own hairy stocky legs dissapper under Jon's smooth slender ones until mine were completely gone and the suit was up to my crotch. My cock and balls slipped neatly into the set on the suit and I could feel the smooth skin of Jon's shaved ballsack under my fingers as my own. I got my arms into the suit and heaved upwards as the whole of the suit's torso swallowed my own.

The neck of the suit, no longer stretched wide, snapped into place around my own. I carefully smoothed my hands over the whole suit, making sure everything was in alignment, adjusted my armpits inside the suit and checked the suits butt-hole matched my own.

Jon walked over and stood next to me. He turned me around so we were both facing the wall mirror. We made a curious pair. A muscle bear with a twink's head and a twink with a college boy's head.

"Kind of freaky, isn't it?" asked Jon, voicing my own thoughts.

"Sure is. You know I don't feel any different yet." I said.

"Of course you don't. The suit's not complete yet."

He reached into the duffle bag and pulled out the mask that matched his own face. I'd known it was coming, but I still hesitated to reach out and take the mask of him. Although I didn't really believe the bullshit Jon had been talking since he'd come in, part of me was scared he was telling the truth and to be honest I didn't want to become a copy of Jon.

Jon looked at the expression on my face. "Having second thoughts? Don't worry you won't turn into me straight away. The process is reversible if you just wear the suit for a short time. So, are you going to put this on, or do you want me to do it?"

For some reason the thought of Jon pulling the mask over my head made me horny. I looked down to see a growing erection. "I guess I like the idea of you putting my mask on." I said.

Jon smiled and stretched the mask wide between his hands and stepped in close to me. He lifted his hands over my head and started to pull the mask down. I could feel the rubbery material of the mask sliding over my hair as he pulled it over the widest part of my head, the mask pulling tightly against my own skin. Jon continued to pull the mask down and as it passed over my eyes, I was temporarily blinded. I started to pull away, but Jon reached out and kissed me firmly on my lips as he continued to pull the mask further down. As the mask reached my mouth, Jon finally pulled away and tugged the last of the mask into place. As he pulled and pushed the mask into alignment, I could see again and I saw the huge smile on Jon's face. He finally finished playing with the mask and stepped back.

"Well baby?" he asked, "Ready to see the total package?"

Without giving me a chance to answer he swung me back around to face the mirror.

END OF PART 1

Uncle Mike

In collaboration with Smitch (slytojan@yahoo.com)

I had to stop by my Uncle Mike's house to drop off his keys. He'd let me borrow his truck for the weekend so me and my buddies could haul our stuff up to the mountains for some camping. Uncle Mike was always real cool like that. Fuck, he'd even bought us a few cases of beer to take with us!

I knocked on the door a few times, but he didn't answer. I let myself in, figuring he'd just stepped out for a second. I was just gonna leave the keys on the kitchen counter and head out when I heard the shower running. I walked down the hall, thinking I'd knock on the door and just let him know I'd been there. I saw that the door was cracked open a little bit.

"Uncle Mike?" I called out.

I guess he couldn't hear me in the shower. Ah well, I figured. He'd see the keys on the counter and figure out what was up. I was gonna call him later anyways.

Just as I turned back down the hall, however, something caught my eye. Through the crack in the door, I saw my Uncle Mike laying there, slouched against the wall. It looked like he was unconscious!

"Uncle Mike!" I said, pushing the bathroom door open.

I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I entered the room. Yes, there was my Uncle Mike slouched in the corner -- but there was somebody in the shower! I was shocked -- it was my older brother, Danny!

"Danny!" I screamed.

He screamed and jumped back, clumsily trying to cover himself up in the shower. He turned off the water and stepped out.

"What are you doing here!?" he yelled.

"What am I doing here!?" I asked, "What are you doing here! And what's wrong with Uncle Mike! What did you do!"

"Oh my god..." Danny said, grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist, "Look, Andy, I can explain."

"Explain what?" I asked.

"OK," Danny started, "That's not really Uncle Mike..."

He gestured to the slouched over figure on the floor.

"I mean, it is Uncle Mike, but look. OK. You always wondered how I was able to move out and how I've been living on my own and everything? Well this is how... I've been... pretending to be Uncle Mike. And I've just been living his life, really, and... Oh, Andy! I know it doesn't make any sense -- but please, just don't tell anybody!"

"What do you mean you've been pretending to be Uncle Mike?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"See," said Danny, walking over to Uncle Mike's body, "I used this stuff I found online to turn him into... like, a costume. That I can wear. And when I wear it, I look exactly like him, and nobody can even tell the difference."

"Show me," I said, now becoming a little curious.

"OK," said Danny, "But, it's a little weird, ok?

He went over to the Uncle Mike costume and lifted it up. I could tell that it was pretty heavy -- Uncle Mike was a pretty big dude, after all. What I saw next shocked me. My brother stretched out Uncle Mike's mouth, and then stepped right inside like he was pulling up a pair of coveralls. The big, bulky body slid right up over my brother's smaller frame as he roughly pushed and shaped all of the muscles into place.

"OK," he grunted, "Here it goes..."

With that, he flipped Uncle Mike's face up and over his own, becoming Uncle Mike from head to toe. It was amazing. Where my brother had been standing just moments before, there was my Uncle Mike

"Holy shit..." I said.

"Well," Danny said in my Uncle Mike's voice, "What do you think?"

I stood there in silence, trying to sort through my thoughts.

"I think..." I said, hesitating. "I think I wanna try it on..."

Danny, or rather "Uncle Mike," smiled with a wide grin.

"I knew you'd understand!" he beamed, "And of course you can try it on! But listen, bro. Honestly, you can't tell anybody about this, all right? I can't move back in with Mom and Dad. You understand, right? I've got things made, man."

"It's ok," I said honestly, "I won't tell. But you gotta let me come over whenever I want, ok?

"Deal," said Danny, slipping off the facemask, "So do you wanna get in it now?"

"Hell yeah!" I said, stepping up to him and helping him slide the rest of the suit off, "Maybe I can be him for the rest of the night, huh? Go out and buy us some beers and we can just chill?"

"Whatever you want, little bro," Danny chuckled, "As long as you keep it all a secret."

"Oh, don't worry!" I said, "Your secret is definitely safe with me!"

Deflated

Every morning before school, I gotta go through and pump up all of my muscles because this damn bodysuit keeps deflating overnight. There's gotta be a leak or something, but where the hell do I go to get something like that fixed? Ah well, maybe I should ask my parents to get me a new one and just give this one to my little brother or something!

The Stage Assistant

"OK, Mr. Landon, they're ready for you on the set," Luis, the stage assistant said, entering the dressing room.

Jason Landon, the usually very professional male model, was just standing there doing nothing. He hadn't even shaved his chest or put on any makeup. Instead he was just leaning against the table, looking contemplative.

"Mr. Landon?" Luis asked, "Is everything okay? They're going to start the shoot in five minutes. Do you want me to tell them to hold for a few more?"

"No..." said Jason, "It's all right.... I'm just..."

"What's the matter?" Luis asked, "Really, you can tell me."

"It's just..." Jason hesitated, "I don't know about this nude stuff. I told 'em that I'd do it, and I know they said it's gonna be real 'tasteful' or whatever. But I dunno."

"Mr. Landon," said Luis, earnestly, "I've been in this business for longer than you might think, and believe me -- you're not the first model to feel that way. But I can help you, if you let me."

"You can?" asked Jason, looking up, "How?"

Luis stepped up to the young model, placing a hand on each of his tanned, strong shoulders.

"Just go with it..." Luis said, stepping forward.

Then, with a deep breath, he plunged himself headfirst into the model's chest -- only instead of meeting the solid flesh, he went right through, merging and melting into Jason Landon's body. Jason gasped, his eyes wide with shock, but in hardly any time at all, Luis was already all the way inside.

He turned to the mirror, seeing Jason Landon's handsome, masculine face smiling back at him.

"I'll do the shoot for you," Luis said, knowing that Jason could still hear him on the inside, "And don't worry -- you'll still get the full paycheck, and I'll get out of you as soon as it's over."

Luis practiced a few poses in the mirror. Fortunately, he'd seen Jason on shoot multiple times, so he knew the right moves to make.

"Now," he said, brushing some light powder on his face and reaching for a razor to quickly shave his chest, "Let's get you out there in front of the cameras where you belong, Mr. Landon!"

Home Alone

For fuck's sake, I fuckin' deserve this cigar! I spend enough time in this goddamn place going around like some "gee-whiz" All-American kid, living with his goddamn church-going family, and every second of it being treated like some fuckin' precious pretty boy.

I mean, don't get me wrong. I swapped with this kid at just the right moment. Happened to spot him from the back of the police car as I was being brought in. How's that for luck? One minute he was crossin' the street, lookin' all cocky and smug, the next he was sittin' in the back of the cop car in cuffs! Damn, I bet he got a fuckin' shock when he looked in the mirror and saw my old mug in there, too! Let me tell ya, after a hard life and committing crime after crime after crime, you wouldn't look so great either -- especially if you knew you had a big ol' prison sentence ahead of ya.

Fuck, man! I hope he's enjoying that shit! No matter how much it fuckin' blows that I have to act like a fuckin' teenage pretty boy most of the time, I can tell ya it's a whole lot fuckin' better than spending time in the Pen! And anyways, every once in a while when this kid's family is gone and I'm left home alone, I'll get to sneak in a cigar and maybe a drink or two -- and let me tell ya, they've got nothin' but the good shit in this house! Fuck man, I'm gonna try to keep this gig goin' for as long as I fuckin' can!

Relaxation Exercises Part II

Guest Post by Smitch (slytojan@yahoo.com)

It’s true, this wasn’t the first time Derrick had possessed his father’s body but on this occasion he was in for a new experience. You see I was already using his father’s body – I’d been in this built body for over a week now and doing a fine impression of Derricks father it would seem, he had no idea.

I’d guessed what Derrick was going to try, and WTF I’d play along. Besides Derrick had a nice tight skaters body, only a couple of days earlier I’d done the fatherly thing and told him to get the thick black tussled mop of hair cut even though I really didn’t want him to; he looked great when he’d look up at me through that messed up fringe.

I laid on the floor as requested, and after a couple of minutes I put the body to sleep, and then I felt it; the tightness of Derrick sliding into his father’s body with me – I relaxed breathing slowly, I felt Derrick ease himself in laying on top of me inside his father’s body.

I gave over control and smiled as he got excited about being in his father, what happened next surprised me, he called his boyfriend Josh – damn I didn’t see that once coming!

Now I knew about Josh but I thought they were just good friends, but suddenly this had become a lot more interesting. Once Derrick had hung up the phone, I knew I want to be more than just a passenger.

Derrick suddenly felt he wasn’t alone in his father’s body; the being that he was laying on started to move. Derrick thrashed a little within the confines of his father’s body as I possessed his body, and then I had full access to Derrick’s memories.

I went upstairs and practiced Derricks persona and attributes, I’d have to learn fast if I was to fool Josh, and hey – WTF once I’ve pulled out of the loving father here and played around as Derrick for a couple of days I might try on Josh next.