Seanday Reloaded: The Exchange

“Fuck, give me a chance. Taking new forms isn’t a walk in the park - cunt!” Danny’s persona was strong and I could feel it sweeping over me.

Pulling on his boxers and shorts, only reinforce Danny’s aggression; the last memories he had before I fought him to the ground knocking him out.

Danny’s tattoos bloomed across my new chest and arm, closing my eyes I concentrated and his thick eyebrows and tight cropped hair formed.

I looked over at the original and kneeled over him, pulling off his loose basketball vest.

With deep loathing I pulled a punch catching him squarely in the face, “That’s for struggling and that last punch.”, I touched a soft spot on my face and winced.

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Seanday Shorts: Last One

"Cole do you have to smoke?"

He paused and looked at me. It was a cold hateful stare of a trapped man. He stubbed out the cigarette, returning it to the packet. I watched as he tensed his muscles one by one, was he bored or just testing the limits of the control I had over him?

I'd seen him working over the street, heavy labour and quickly realised he was really strong. He was just one of a handful of men working on the house.

He was usually the last to leave, having to clear the site each evening. So I called him over as he was about to leave, we shook hands as I introduced myself--his last voluntary gesture. He belonged to me now. In his eyes I could see the frustration as I toyed with him, each time he would struggle to resist, but I could see he was weakening.

After a few hours I sent him on his way, told him to act normally. But each evening he'd return to my house, totally passive but his eyes told the true story.

As the days past I bought a new closet of clothes to suit Cole's stature. He showered, cleaned himself for me and got dressed in clothes that I knew he could never afford himself. I told him to take me out for dinner--he did of course, was very attentive, but always the eyes told another story.

Still that was all to change, I'd completed the paperwork now. Cole was able to handle all my finances as he wished.

undress myself was awkward. "Help me," I told him. He carefully undressed me, at 84 years, it was something I wasn't going to have endure for much longer.

"Sit down Cole," I said, and I climbed onto his lap. "Now lay back." As his did I laid back as well. I could feel his strength. "Hold me," I whispered.

He embraced me with his strong arms, I felt his stubble on my cheek. I muttered the words I'd used some sixty odd years ago and slipped into Cole's body. With a gasp, I sat up. Getting to my feet I went to the mirror to see my new reflection. "Perfect," I said in Cole's voice. I blinked for a moment; his--my--eyes. The hatred and loathing was all gone, even though we shared his mind now it was me in control.

Laughing I returned to the chair, took out the cigarette and lit it. "I'll give up at the weekend," I chuckled to myself.

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Trade

by Carlos Palanca

It was a seemingly normal Saturday afternoon as Ben arrives at his friend, Justin’s house. He rang the doorbell to let him or any of his family members know that he’s at the door. A second or two later, he heard footsteps coming towards the door. He heard the door locks click and the door opens, revealing Justin’s mom, Mrs. Shepherd from the other side of it. 

Mrs. Shepherd greets Ben and he politely greets her back. He asks if Justin’s in the house. She informs Ben her son is inside but she also tells him that Justin is grounded and can’t leave the house. Ben assures her that he is just here to borrow something from Justin. She lets him in and tells him to head straight into Justin’s room and she’ll be in the kitchen if they need anything.

When Ben reaches Justin’s room, he notices that the door is closed. He knocks and says, “Justin, open up. It’s Ben.”

“It’s unlocked!” said Justin from the other side. Ben opens the door and sees Justin stripping off his clothes. “About time you got here! I thought that you weren’t going to show up!”

Seanday Shorts: Special Training

I ran down the street looking for cover. Shit, I was panicking now, I hadn't seen anyone for while.

It was a training exercise, in subversion and undercover work. I'd slipped up and the Alpha Team were on my tail. As I rounded a corner I spotted my chance, a lone vehicle. I slowed and approached it, I checked the mirrors. There was just one soldier, looking at his mobile--sloppy, hah, I could talk.

They're always meant to be in pairs, to stop people like me. Opening the door, he looked up in shock, his hand snapped to his gun. "Relax soldier," I said, "the exercise is over. You beat me this time." He relaxed, but still looked weary. "What's your name soldier?"

"Keaton," he replied.

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Seanday Story: Never too Big

"I can't do it," I said as my form shifted back.

"Why not? You didn't have any problems looking like Mike," James complained and showed me another picture.

"He's not that much taller," he said, "if you could be him it'll be awesome." He looked away nervously and added, "I've got the keys to his house."

"How did you get those?" I asked.

"Don't ask," he replied.

I frowned, "I'm asking, tell me!"

James sighed. "I walk his dog, he's going away for a month and he's asked me to feed and walk the dog while he's away."

"So why all the interest in this guy?"

James put a hand on my chest. "He's a male escort and not just the arm candy type."

"Oh?" I was getting interested.

"Yeah, looks after all types of clientele," he tells me, "that's why he's got a Lamborghini parked in the garage!"

"So what are you suggesting? Be this guy for the weekend?" I asked. "What do you get out of it?"

"Think of the bigger picture, this guy is going to be out of the country for a whole month! You can move in!" James said.

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Seanday Shorts: Duty Free

I arrived at the airport, the city was new and exciting to me. As always, I travel lightly, no luggage or hotel bookings—I like to wing it!

It was early, dawn just breaking. I saw this sailor, past security—damn, he was sleeping so soundly, none of the other passengers seemed to bother him. So I waited and watched.

Before long, all the others had left. The sailor remained silent, only once did he move, adjusting his head as it laid on his arms.

I’m a bit of an opportunist, and this was just too inviting. Looking around, I checked the area was clear and discarded what little I was carrying.

I approached the man, confident that I wasn’t going to disturb him and placed my open palm on his chest. I smiled, as I felt the firmness of his body shrouded in his uniform. He let out a low groan, and I felt him relax under my touch.

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A Southern Rebel in Yankee Clothing

Read Goin' South
Read Going North

by Bill Rowan

I was aghast seeing myself in Joel’s suit.

“What? What have you done Cletus?” Wait… that didn’t sound like my voice. My drawl was gone. I sounded… no, that couldn’t be…

“Just what I was sent here to do. I turned a Northern Yankee into a good old Southern boy, although not quite in the way the sheriff expected.  I’ve been enjoying being Mark and all the perks that go with it and thought maybe I could share that with my best bud. I changed Joel into you, so he can go back to Pops and tell them all is going well up here while you get to stay with me and have some fun. I don’t think I ever want to go back to being Cletus now, even if I am older and a Yankee. Just think of all we can do together. But first I think we better get a change of clothes for you though. You look ridiculous brother.”

“Brother?” There was that accent again.

“You still haven’t figured it out yet, Will? You’re a smart Southern boy. You should know what happened by now.” A sudden chill ran down my spine as I finally realized…

 “You…you changed me into Joel?” Now I recognized the voice. I was a damn Yankee. What would Pops think? Hi Pops. It’s me Will. Yeah, I know I don’t sound like myself. Oh, and by the way, I’m a Yankee now. Pops would think I was crazy, especially with Joel by his side as me. My head began to spin trying to figure this all out.

“Come on. Let’s go join Will and get you into some proper clothes.” There was nothing I could do about the situation, at least not yet, so I resigned myself to my status as Joel until the opportunity arose where I could do something to get back to being me. As we started to leave I caught a quick glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had to admit I looked hot.

Joel, or rather Will now, had a very perplexed look on his face as we came back to the room.

“Whadj y’all do to me? How did I wind up in Joel’s clothes? Did y’all put them on me when I passed out? Not funny Mark.” I couldn’t stand it, watching Joel look, act and sound like me as though this was all perfectly normal. Mark was just standing there with a smirk on his face, obviously enjoying our predicaments.

“Yes, Will. We thought it would be hilarious seeing you all dressed up in Joel’s clothes.” He could be a sarcastic bastard when he wanted.  Apparently whatever Cletus had done had taken away the knowledge that Mark was really Cletus. I would have to learn what story he had planted in his mind to pull off getting Will up north to visit him.