Three Faces of Life (pt.2)

Three Faces of Life (pt.1)

Again my own personality is being subjugated and thus I now have a persona far different from my own. I am a cocky street smart young man from the South. I ran away from my abusive home when I was 15 and have survived by turning tricks on the street since. The combination of my incredible good looks, charm, soft Southern drawl, and sexual prowess make me highly sought after. I can command a very high price for my services. It doesn’t matter to me if I have a John or a Jane as long as I get paid. Oh please let this end before I have to….

My place is located in the fashionable west side of town. Since I don’t bring business home with me my neighbors know nothing of what I do for a living. To them I am just a well-off young man. I need to check my answering service to find out if I have any messages. Of course there will be messages. Everybody wants me. First I need to finish getting cleaned up and dressed. I head for the bathroom. And while I know from my memories that I look good, I am not prepared for what I face in the mirror. I look much the same as last time but with an attitude – the built body, the strikingly handsome features, and, from what I can feel, the same awesome package which I now use to make my living. I know how to look sexy and I definitely know how to use that to my advantage. What if I am stuck like this permanently? I may be a great looking stud but I do not want to live as a male escort for the rest of my days. Cleaned up and refreshed. I quickly screen my messages until I come to one which requires my immediate attention.

Erick Stratton: Welcome Home

I wasted no time when I walked in the door. I threw my bag down, dropped my keys on the counter, and began to undress him.

"Welcome home, babe," he said with the slightest hint of a Hispanic accent.

“I’ve been waiting to come home to this all day,” I said between kisses.

“I know,” he said, “Do you like it?”

He got off of the counter and gave me a slow, tantalizing turn. He knew this was the kind of body that did it for me. Tight, toned, perfect amount of body hair. Perfect ass.

“It’s exactly what I wanted,” I bit my lip.

“Good,” he said with an irresistible smile, “I was thinking about keeping this one for a while.”

Erick Stratton: JOCK BODY

 

Mom and Dad will never find out that I’m making Ryan swap with me on the weekends, and they'd never guess that I’m using his body to work as a go-go boy at the gay clubs in the city. These guys all drool over my brother’s hot jock body and I probably make more money than all of the other dancers combined. He made me promise not to hook up with anybody while I’m in his body, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. For the right price, I’ll take you in the back room and let you live out all the jock fantasies you’ve ever wanted.

Erick Stratton: Undress

I get home from work and pour myself a glass of whiskey. I finish the whole thing and pour another. I take it with me into the bathroom. I loosen my tie, unbutton my shirt, drop my pants. I stretch my shoulders and start feeling for the seam along the back of my neck. I work my fingers in between it and start to roll the muscle suit down my body. The heavy pecs, the chiselled abs, the thick legs all fold in on themselves as I step out of it and carefully hang it up. The facemask is last. I start to peel it off. It stings. I take another sip of whiskey and pull it firmly over my head. I look at my own face in the mirror and then down at the handsome face in my hands. One day I will learn how to become him permanently.

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.

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Three Faces of Life (pt. 1)

The day is sunny and warm so I’ve decided to take a walk in the woods near the cabin where I live. I always find this so relaxing and a good way to relieve the stress from the hustle and bustle of the busy city where I work. At 52 I’m not a bad looking man but still single as I’ve never had much time to date. I do sometimes wish I had a more exciting life, free from the headaches of working for the ad agency. Don’t get me wrong. My job affords me the luxury of earning a very good living and a comfortable life style. It’s just the pressure to continually come up with something new for the clients that gets to me. I look up at the trees and try to put thoughts of work behind me when I stumble over something on the ground. After shaking some of the leaves and dirt off I can see it’s a coat that is still in good condition. It actually looks like it might have some wear left to it, at least to knock around in. Wonder why anyone would leave it out here in the woods. It does look a bit big for me but I might as well take it back home.

I’m sitting at my table after dinner thinking I might try the coat on. I go over to the couch where I left it and slip my arms into the sleeves, pulling it around me. I was right - it is too big for me. Something is happening. The coat is getting tighter and it is changing to become a tailored charcoal grey suit coat. What is going on? Coats don’t change like this. Before I can take it off I start to feel lightheaded and black out.

Seanday Shorts: Master of Two

Being inside Chris made my life so easy. Who'd have guessed that a guy twice his age had stolen his identity two months ago.

Yeah, you just got to know where to look. In Chris's case, it was the Super Dry store in the mall. You should have seen his face when he opened the door, and I was standing there. I slapped a hand over his mouth and pushed him back into the cubical, kicking the door closed behind me.

He started to struggle, but after I pushed my hand into his side he stopped almost as quickly.

There was a tap at the door. "Everything OK in there sir?" It was one of the sales assistants. Chris's eyes had rolled back, and he had sagged against the wall. "Sir?" The voice came again. I closed my eyes and tightened my grip on Chris. Using the connection I'd made I pushed my consciousness into the jock. Looking through Chris's eyes I turned to see myself slumped against the wall my hand still inside Chris.

I opened the door a crack and looked outside through Chris's eyes. The assistant smiled at me. "Yeah I'm good thanks," I replied using Chris's voice. I closed the door again and leaned against the wall. Chris let out a groan as I pulled back into my own body. I blinked and opened my eyes smiling at the jock, I slapped his cheek a couple of time. "Good boy, we're going be a great team."

Turning Chris around I pushed him up against the wall, I came up close behind the nineteen year old. With a grunt, I closed my eyes and wormed my way into his substantial frame. The further I pushed in, the more I wrapped his identity around me. His friends, his family, his history, skills, persona, I snorted a laugh, and his girlfriend.

Looking in the mirror, I smiled flexing and rolled my shoulders. It was always like a heavy workout when I moved to a new body, and I knew I'd be Chris for the next forty years or so.

I picked up the clothes Chris had chosen and paid for them at the checkout, I tapped the cards pin number into the machine without thinking. That was two months ago.

Seanday Shorts: Dirty Fix

Only a short story this week,
currently working on "The Other Mitchell pt2."

Being an agoraphobic was a problem for me. The quack told me I needed to get out a bit at a time. He'd given me some drugs to calm me down, but he had no idea what it was like.

I took a couple of pills, and decided to take a step outside the door. The Doc had told me to take it slowly, and today I was feeling brave.

Opening the door, I gingerly peeked outside. The small hallway between me and my neighbour was usually all I could manage. But today I took a few steps from my door, then it hit me--something like a vertigo rush. The walls stretched away from me, I started to sweat, and my heart pumped so hard I thought it was going to burst.

I pushed the heels of my hands into my eyes, and staggered backwards until I felt a wall against my back. Gasping, I sunk to the ground pulling my knees to my chest. I felt a little better, and with my eyes still closed I edged along the floor.

Ding!

It was the lift, small and confined. Through the gaps in my fingers I realised I'd gone the wrong way, and now I was closer to the lift than to my own apartment.

The door opened, and I knew I would be safer there than in the hall. Without opening my eyes I dashed towards the lift and hit something big and heavy. "What the fuck!" A shout went out, and I recognised the voice, it was James my neighbour.

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Dog Days

Life is good during the dog days of summer. I have a beautiful beachside cottage, a comfortable life, and a very attractive companion. What more could I want or need? My life, however, has not always been so ideal. Not so long ago…

It is time to close the retail shop that I own for the night when this wizened old woman walks in at the last minute. Her appearance completely repulses me – think Nanny McPhee. I’m not exactly prime beef myself – somewhat short, balding, and a bit on the bulging side - but I guess for a man of 50 that isn’t so bad. “Sorry ma’am. I’m closing now.” I try to be as polite as I can while gritting my teeth and ushering her towards the door. She resists my efforts to get her to leave.

“No, not just yet.” She replies in a very commanding voice. She turns around to face me with an evil smile. “I have a new purpose for your life. I think you’ll make a fine mate for my bitch.” I find I can’t move from the spot I am in. The door closes and locks, the front window shades pull down, and the lights turn off. There is an eerie green glow throughout the shop that casts weird shadows everywhere. Why does she think I would be such a good mate to whatever woman she has in mind? I’m not married and I have no interest in doing so. She must really be crazy.

I am suddenly standing naked with nothing more than a silver dog choker around my neck. I can see myself eerily reflected in a mirror opposite from where I am standing. Definitely not a pretty sight. I don’t know how she did this but right now I am getting panicky. I try to object but nothing comes out of my mouth except growling noises. What is she doing to me?

Seanday's Extra Portions: Another Chance

I sent a message to Aaron, told him meet me at the normal place. I knew wouldn't have to wait for a reply; I owned him, he would kill if I told him to.

Walking through the forest, I followed the path to the West. Few people came this way, preferring to keep to the better known routes.

Drifting through the trees I looked up at the sunlight blinking through the branches of the autumn afternoon. The chill in the air caught my breath as I whispered Aaron's name.

In the distance I saw him; his back to me. Aaron, my avatar, my companion, my instrument. I'd chosen him three years ago, because I saw his potential. He was obedient, pliable, and respectful.

I approached him, he didn't hear me. I quietly admired the broad shoulders, and tapered torso of the twenty-six year old. I smiled noticing he'd had his hair cut, he always looked after himself. Walking around I spoke his name, and he turned to face me. Dark stubble covered his face, it looked good on him--I liked that.

"Sir," he whispered bowing his head respectfully.