Seanday Shorts: Uncle Tony

Kevin--my nephew—pulled at me and whispered in my ear. "Glad you decided to bring me to the game uncle Tony," he sniggered. I smiled and flexed an arm as he took a picture.

"Thanks for inviting me Kevin," I whispered in his ear. I squeezed through the crowd inside the stadium, Kevin followed behind holding tight to my shirt. We ducked into a deserted stair well. "Kevin this is awesome," I said excitedly. "I know so much about your uncle now. Where did that stuff come from?"

"I found it in my brother David's bedroom. He's got a huge tub of the stuff."

"Can I have some?"

"Sure you can," he smiled.

"How did you find out about it though?" I said sitting on a step. Thoughtfully I rubbed at my new biceps; big and thick. Slipping a hand under my shirt I felt the tight torso of someone that visited the gym regularly. Pulling at the neck of the shirt I peeked down at the slabs of hairy meat and twitched them. Tony was a big man, none of his shirts could hide the fact, and I was inside him--wearing him like an oversized Halloween costume.

I felt a pull at my arm. "Listen!" My attention returned to Kevin.

Shot in the dark—still running

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The Perfect Guy Goes Viral

By Cris Kane

Inspired by Erick S.'s "The Perfect Guy" series

I enter my darkened little one-bedroom apartment, lugging my briefcase and a McDonald's meal, having already devoured most of the fries during my commute. I felt like such a pig, wolfing down fries as my Hyundai idled in the chugging traffic, but everybody knows McDonald's fries have a half-life of about thirty seconds before they start to devolve from yummy treats into petrified wood. I know I'm not helping my fitness goals, but some nights you just feel like bagging on the gym and eating something horrible for you.

Besides, one night isn't going to make a big difference, right?

I take a seat at my Ikea desk (a BORGSJÖ, if I remember correctly from the assembly instructions) and power down my grilled chicken sandwich while I boot up my laptop to check my personal emails, the kind you don't dare open at work. Looks like the standard assortment of spam selling cheap boner pills, dubious-sounding dietary supplements, and entreaties begging me to take millions of dollars off some foreign stranger's hands.

I'm about to delete another email from a sender whose name I don't recognize when the subject line catches my attention.

"Re: The Perfect Guy"

I figure it's probably a come-on from some gay dating service or maybe a link to a porn website, but it piques my interest enough to click it open.

 To my new friend,

 Another night alone at home? Here's a game to amuse yourself.
 Have fun! I know I did!

 Your new friend.

The Ring

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Tumbled

by Cris Kane

I knew it was time for a trip to the laundromat when I entered my apartment and it smelled like the litter box needed to be emptied. You see, I don't own a cat.

I stripped off my t-shirt and jeans, which were soaked through with sweat after my shift washing dishes at the restaurant, and tossed them into the hamper with my other dirty clothes. Man, did they reek. The only reasonably clean clothes I had left were some hole-ridden cargo shorts and a single black sock. I pulled on the shorts, with no choice but to go commando under them, and slipped a pair of flip-flops onto my bare feet. I stuffed my laundry into a plastic basket and grabbed a hefty fistful of quarters from the change bowl beside my bed.

Of all the things I disliked about my dismal little apartment, and there were plenty, the worst was that it had no washer and dryer. That meant I had to lug my clothes nearly a mile to the nearest laundromat, the Wash-N-Dri, which gave me one more excuse for putting off laundry day until it was absolutely unavoidable. I guess it was good exercise for what few muscles I had on my scrawny-ass frame, but by about block three, I was wishing to hell I owned a car. Not much chance of that on a dishwasher's salary.

When I got to the laundromat, it was empty as usual. If you're already feeling lonely or depressed, do not go to an empty laundromat. It will not cheer you up. I did notice that a couple of loads of clothes were tumbling in two of the dryers, but the place was otherwise silent. I packed all of my clothes into a single machine, bought one of those tiny boxes of detergent and dumped it in.

Guest Post: Secret Bro' Pt2

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After getting back from the bar late, I still couldn't realize I was in my brother's body. I had played the part of him so well his friends didn't even know what had happened. It had been well over the couple hours my brother had told me to get out of his body by. I knew when ever I would pull out of my brothers, I would be in a load of trouble, so I might as well enjoy the time in his body.

I pulled off the red t-shirt I had been wearing along with the pants. from memory I remembered my brother usually sleeps in his underwear. Smiling to myself, I pull up the covers and slipped into bed.

Morning came quick, probably since I only had a couple hours sleep. Yawning, I got out of bed and stretched my huge back. i almost forgot how big my brother was, and it felt so good to have all this muscle for once. Going downstairs, I realized that I was the only person home. Both my parents were out of town on business, and I was supposed to be home alone with my brother. Well technically i still am as I began to laugh.

While beginning to make cereal, a thought came across my mind, "Why the hell am i making cereal, when I have a car and a wallet full of money? I'm sure my brother wouldn't mind me using some of his money." I grabbed my brother's wallet and car keys and started to head to the door, when I caught my reflection in the mirror. My brother's body dressed in only some tight boxer briefs. Staring closer at his reflection, my brother really isn't a bad looking guy, I wonder why he doesn't have a girlfriend? I drew his arms into a double bicep pose and flexed his abs. "Yeah I can definitely get used to this."

Mother Knows Best

I thought I hid it very well. I was envious of my next door neighbor Jake. He was everything I wasn’t: tall, dark, handsome, well-built, and most of all he had the coolest motorcycle I had ever seen. I was obsessed with him. Hell I wanted to be him. It absolutely drove me wild seeing him dressed in his leathers riding his bike; maybe even wilder when he was lying on top of his bike half-dressed cooling down in the shade of his driveway after coming back from a ride. It just wasn’t fair! How could he look so hot?

I was so obsessed that I would get up in the morning just to watch him get on his bike and ride off to work. I would watch him anytime I could hear his bike pulling into his driveway or even if he was just working on it. But I thought no one noticed… After a day of shopping, my mother brought home a big box wrapped in brown paper.

Seanday Shorts: Say Nothing

I looked at James. "Fucking idiot," I muttered under my breath. He must have heard me as he glanced at me with a stony look.

He shifted, sliding away. "So who are you?" He hissed.

"Look just be cool. As far as you're concerned I'm David and I always have been."

He leaned over, "But you're not. I saw you go into him. I don't now how the fuck you did it, but you're not him."

I looked over, trying not to lose my cool. "You weren't meant to see that," I whispered. "Seriously he's fine. Just be cool with it OK?"

His eyes narrowed. "Seriously? You invade my friends body and expect me to be cool about it?"

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The Perfect Guy, Chapter Two

By Erick S. Read Part 1 now

Mr. Anthony Dodds shook his head as Andrew Jenkins sauntered out of his classroom. There was something different about that student lately, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Kids,” he muttered under his breath.

He picked the folded piece of paper that Andrew had left behind and went to toss it in the trash can at the front of the room underneath his desk. He must have missed the trashcan, because the note ended up sliding right into the front pocket of his briefcase.

When he got home that evening, he laid his briefcase down on the kitchen table just like he always did, and saw a corner of the paper peeking out from the pocket. Out of curiosity, he removed the note from his briefcase and unfolded it as he stood over the table.

At first glance, it looked like any other old note that got passed around his classroom. Some sort of little quiz that some student had come up with. Yes, he knew that mathematics wasn’t the most interesting subject for a lot of these kids, but was his class really that boring that someone had time to come up with an entire twenty-question quiz to pass around?

There was a short message at the top of the note:

To my new friend,

You had a long day dealing with all of those students. Here's a game to amuse yourself into. Have fun! I know I did!

From,

Your new friend.

Mr. Dodds found it strange that the note referenced his day at school dealing with students. There weren’t any other instructions other than to answer the questions as truthfully as possible, and that “something bad” would happen if he didn’t complete the entire thing tonight. He chuckled when he read the title of the quiz.

"If You Were The Perfect Guy... Questionnaire."

“What will these kids think of next?” he said to himself.

Still, being a lonely bachelor at home on a Monday night with no other plans, he found himself cracking open a beer and sitting down at the kitchen table with a pen in hand