By Bill Rowan
“Enough already.” Chris said to no one in particular. He was
finally back in his own body after his latest stint as another Chris for the
past few months. Mind you being the other Chris hadn’t been bad. Au contraire
he had had a blast being the Aussie stud but after so many times of being transformed,
transferred, possessed, and even cloned, he was beginning to lose his own identity.
He enjoyed the experiences, many of them quite erotic, but he needed time to be
himself for once and recharge. Doubtless that wouldn’t happen. There were some
major obstacles to overcome if he wanted down-time.
For starters he would have to fly beneath the radar so
people wouldn’t think to use magic on him. That was definitely a hard one since
he didn’t really want to live somebody else’s life but he knew it would likely
be the only way he could get some peace for a while. He didn’t want to give up
acting as that was his first love, meaning his options might be a bit more
limited. He was pretty sure whoever he did choose wouldn’t be too bummed out at
being an A-list actor who just happened to be quite wealthy and hunky. And even
if he could find such a person, how would he be able to pull off the
transference since he himself had no magical abilities?
Thinking all this through, however, got Chris conflicted. On
one hand he wanted a break but on the other he had become quite addicted to
having himself ripped out of his body or turned into some inanimate object to
be worn by some hot guy. Just thinking about that got him rather aroused and he
definitely didn’t have time for that now. Rarely did he get to be himself for
more than a day or two before someone else had their way with him so he would
have to act quick if his plans were to succeed.
He thought back to one of the swaps a few years ago when a
guy named Brian had taken his body for a Halloween superhero costume party. Brian
had used a Draconian Katra that Mr. Cavanaugh, one of Chris’ frequent
transformation instigators, had given him. It actually had been quite amusing
to see the kid’s reaction at finding himself suddenly thrust into Chris’ body.
Chris wondered if Brian still had the Katra and, if he did, would it still
work? Didn’t matter anyway since Chris didn’t know how to contact Brian anymore.
So what other option was available to him?
His mind then wandered to the possibility, remote as it was,
that perhaps some residue magic had been left in his body. But even if there
was, how could he activate it and would it be enough to achieve a swap? “Nope.”
He told himself. “They wouldn’t be careless enough to leave any trace behind.”
He could call Mr. C. but then he would know Chris’ plan and
that would likely defeat his purpose. So maybe Chris could get one of his
friends to ask the crafty wizard, or whatever he was, for some help. Like maybe
get an artifact that could be used…. No, two things wrong with that. He didn’t
know how to get in touch with Mr. C. and whatever friend he asked would think
he was crazy. After all body swapping and magic weren’t really possible, right?
They would think him crazy. He resigned himself to never being able to
accomplish his much-needed vacation and finally went to bed. Tomorrow was
another day of filming and Chris had to be at the top of his game.
The next morning before he went to the studio he got up
early to take a walk around the park. It always helped him clear his head.
Fortunately no one had decided to hijack his body or to play some other
mischief during the night. Maybe they would leave him alone for a while.
As he was walking along his usual path he came upon a small
store sitting smack dab in the middle of the park. Now Chris was always very
observant of details but somehow this store had escaped his notice before… or
it had never been here. But that would be silly. Stores don’t just appear out
of nowhere. Intrigued, he went closer to explore.
The windows showed him nothing other than his own reflection.
A “CLOSED” sign hung in the window of the door, just below faded lettering –
“M. Bostov Clothing Store”. Why in
the world would anyone put a clothing store in the middle of a park? Chris
looked around, checking out the store. While there were very few people at the
park, none of them seemed to notice anything unusual as they passed by. Was he
seeing things? His curiosity being fully aroused, he tried the handle on the
door which, despite the “CLOSED” sign, opened easily, allowing him access
inside as a small bell above the door tinkled. The lighting was dim but Chris
could still see rows of clothes and accessories that seemed to stretch on
forever, odd given how small the building looked from outside.
“Hello? Anybody here?”
“Hello Mr. Evans. I’ve been expecting you.” Chris swung
around to find a young man clad in head to toe leather behind him. “I’m Jace.
Welcome.” Jace tried to remain calm but he was such a big fan of Chris Evans
that he was rather flabbergasted to see his idol standing right there before
him, even if he had been waiting for him to make an appearance. Chris shook the
hand that was offered, smiling at the young man but still rather befuddled by
the strange store. “Follow me. I have exactly what you desire.” Okay, that was
strange. Why would Jace be expecting him or know anything about what he desired?
Nonetheless Chris followed the young man, not quite understanding why he was
trusting him.
They wound their way through a myriad of merchandise, finally
ending up at what was obviously a section devoted entirely to leather. Leather
pants, leather vests, leather harnesses, leather jackets. If Chris had been in
the market for something leather today, this was definitely the place to find
it.
“I’m really not interested in buying leather today. Thanks
just the same.”
“Let me show you something that you can try on and if you
find you don’t like it, fine. But I think you’ll like what I have to offer.”
Jace was definitely persistent. Chris had to give the young man that. Besides
what could it hurt to try on a jacket, if only to amuse his host? Jace pulled
out a distressed-looking brown jacket. One that looked to be too small to fit
Chris’ bulked-up torso.
“Uh… I don’t think that will fit me, Jace.” The jacket was
quite obviously meant for someone not quite as large as Chris but as Jace
handed the jacket to him, Chris felt the strangest compulsion to try it on.
“I think you will find it fits you perfectly, Mr. Evans. Let
me show you to the changing cubicle right over here.” Jace motioned forward
where there was a booth with curtains. “If you please, sir.” Chris entered the
booth, whereupon Jace handed him the jacket.
