Phone Home - Part 1

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. It’s not horrible by any means. It’s just not what I want. At 29 years of age, I have always felt like I’ve been in the wrong body. I look at my pale white skin and moan. This isn’t who I’m meant to be, I just felt it. I shrug to myself. My boyfriend wanted me to send him a pic of myself. I hold up my phone to the mirror without smiling and take one shot. I try to look thuggish, because I have a thing for brown skin boys who rarely smile. “Ok. Here goes nothing.” I use my pointer finger to click the button on the phone…

The next thing I know, I’m not in my home’s bathroom anymore. My body is posed differently. As I look at the picture on the phone, I gasp “Fuuuuuuk!” as I almost drop my phone on the sink. I look in the mirror, and this handsome brown-skinned kid, probably no more than 18, is looking back at me. “What the hell just happened?” I ask no one in particular. I examine my body by putting my hand out in front of me. Brown skin, nice forearms. I must lift. I look into the mirror and make eye contact with the new me. “Dayum son… I’m handsome.” I like the sound of my new voice. I turn my head from side to side to check out the earrings. I flare my nostrils and run a finger around my thicker eyebrows. My face was perfect… and damn! I knew how to dress too. I noticed how my snapback matched my shirt. I looked down and noticed a nice pair of form fitting jeans and some baby blue Nikes on my feet.

A New Competitor

Where the hell am I? I was sitting in my living room and suddenly I am standing in an empty locker room. I can hear crowds of people somewhere in the distance but the voices are indistinct. A man walks into the room dressed in a tight bicyclist’s outfit that emphasizes his muscular physique. I have no idea who he is but he doesn’t seem surprised to see me here.

“Ah, I see you have finally arrived. Welcome.” His English is accented with German. He comes closer, his hand extended. “I am Andre Greipel. Perhaps you have heard of me?” I can feel his strength as he vigorously shakes my hand.

“No, I’m afraid I haven’t heard of you.”

“No matter.” His dark eyes are scrutinizing my body. “It looks like I have found the perfect competitor.”

Found the perfect competitor for what? What is this Andre guy talking about?

Seanday Shorts: Grandma's Legacy

When Grandma unexpectedly died, I was surprised to find that she'd left her house to me in her will. To say that the other relations were upset was an understatement. But there was a problem I needed to sort out, it was Greg the lodger that stayed at the house. I had to break the news that he'd need to look for a new place as I was going to sell.

It took me a while to get to the house, but when I arrived it was quite an impressive place. Outside was a black Trans-am, it had to be Greg's. I just wanted to get this sorted out.

I opened the door, and peered inside. "Hello?" There was no reply. Searching the lower floors I found all my Grandma's possessions, I guessed that Greg occupied the upper floor.

"Greg?" I called out as I made my way up the stairs. He air was heavy, a musky smell. The upper floor was divided into a few rooms; a lounge, bedroom and bathroom. The room was strewn with clothes; shirts, vests, boots, trainers all looking out of place with ornate furniture and drapes.

I shouted out Greg's name again--still nothing. I wandered into the bathroom, and found him slumped in the bathtub. I felt for a pulse, nothing. I marvelled at his naked form, in his late thirties he we certainly well built, and then that musky smell drifted over again. I shook my head, the smell was intoxicating, I groaned as I started to tent my pants. "Jeez, what's happening," I muttered.

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Seanday Shorts: Tutors Choice

It was the last day of the training; Possession 101.

I'd figured it out years ago, but I had no technique. I'd be able to get inside people since I was young, work them like a puppet from the inside. It had been fun being my older brother, but I'd discovered a problem--I'd quickly get pushed out. After practice I managed to stay in three hours, but I wanted to more.

Carl was a good tutor, but I didn't let on that I knew a lot of the things he was teaching me. The last day he was going to get me inside a person for the first time--I went along with it.

When I walked into the room Carl was standing behind a big jock, I glanced at guy sitting and he grinned.

"So this is our last day, you'll be using our volunteer Richard," he says resting his hand on the jocks shoulder.

"Volunteer?"

"Yes, my usual guy dropped out and recommended Vlad."

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Timeless

One morning I awoke to find a blue police box sitting in the middle of my bedroom. Okay, I had to still be dreaming. There is no way someone could have gotten a police box here and why would they anyway? As I pondered on this mystery, the door to the box opened. My eyes went wide in amazement.

“Hello Jack.”

“Who are you?” I asked still trying to get myself fully awake.

“I am the Doctor. Come man. Get in the TARDIS.”

I was a fan of Doctor Who so I knew about the show but that’s all it was… a TV show, right? Yet here was the Doctor, looking like David Tennant, in his TARDIS and asking me to join him.

I wasn’t even dressed so I quickly grabbed a pair of boxers and followed him into the TARDIS. The door shut behind us and I was standing there gaping at the main control room of the machine.

“Stop staring and get a move on Jack. There’s work to be done. Here… put this on.” He said as he handed me a long coat. In my current confused state I had forgotten I didn’t have any clothes on other than my boxers but this coat looked way too big for me. Well, I needed to get something on. I couldn’t go around in just boxers so I slipped it over my arms. Almost immediately the coat started to tighten until it became a second skin on my body, finally disappearing completely until nothing but my naked body was left. Suddenly my skin felt like it was crawling and I was finding it hard to breathe as something was constricting my throat. I was going to die! The Doctor, the hero of many fantasies, was killing me.

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Where There’s a Wil

What am I doing here? I am going to get caught for sure. I am about to knock on the door of a house by the beach, one where an actor I admire from afar lives. I’ve had a crush on this guy from the first time I saw him on the big screen. My obsession only grew when he appeared on TV a few years later. I watched him grow into a very handsome young man, one I was determined to have for myself; but how?

Who, you might ask, is the object of my unbridled desire? Who could stir a passion so strong that I am determined to risk life and limb to be near him? Only one person has ever driven me this far beyond reason before: Wil Wheaton.

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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.

Seanday Doubles: Timely Cut.

"About fucking time," I muttered as Colin walked into the barbers. "Hey haven't seen you for a while, I thought I was the only guy that cut your hair," I chucked.

"Yeah you are Romeo, but I've been out of the country for the past four weeks."

"Usual?" I asked. He nodded, and I got to work cutting and styling his hair. It was difficult keeping control, he was well built and I knew he worked as a fitness model. Just looking at his watch suggested he was earning some good money.

As I finished and bushed off his shoulders, I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "We've got a new massage service, shoulders and neck." I looked at his reflection and locked my eyes on his. "Roxanne does it."

He smiled. "Well, I'm a little stiff after the flight yesterday," he replied rolling his shoulders. He didn't need any further encouragement, and I led him to a back room.

Seanday Doubles: Secret Twin

"Oh, there you are Darren," Sally called out.

I glanced around McDonalds and spotted the cheerleader. "Hi Sal, what are you doing here?" I asked slightly nervously.

"You are silly Darren, I called you only ten minutes ago and told you I was here waiting for you." She wrapped her arms around my waist. "Have you been working out again? Your like bigger, I'm sure."

I chuckled uneasily, "Always training babe, you know me--muscle head all the way."