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Body a day - #11: Studies

”It was true, when I said that the last year I’ve been busy with my studies… I’ve been studying you, brother. Learning everything there was to know about you – your friend Tony even helped me out, installing a keylogger on your computer, so I could access all your files and everything, and providing heaps of information about you and your life, I've done my homework.

You look surprised? Tony had a crush on you for ages, did you really not know that? Hah! Now I can be the boyfriend, he always wanted, he’s a lovely fellow, and without him, I’d never have come this far. Is that the look of betrayal on your face? Or are you just getting cold? Well, I had to see if your clothes fit me, and they do, don’t they? But sure, we can go back inside your roomy penthouse – I mean ’my’ roomy penthouse apartment. You can stay in the study, whilst I figure out what to do with you, brother.

Three months ago you didn’t even know you had a twin, and now you’d probably wish you had remained blissfully unaware. Is there anything you need? Are the ropes tight enough? And the gag isn’t bothering you? Good… Then I better call Tony, and tell him the plan worked like a charm.”

The Champion’s Orb

Part of @max-the-many's prompt story challenge: 'Body a day'

Body a day - #2: Orb

I call it the Champion’s Orb, since I don’t know where it comes from nor what it’s actually supposed to do, but it is the one, that has kept me on top of the game for almost 70 years. My most prized possession. Motorsport is my life, but at some point age begins to catch up with you. Then the team introduces some new racing prodigy to take your place, and that’s when I use the Orb. It lets me take over their body, and I become as new. I carry with me all my experience and skill to the ‘next generation’, and I gain all their strength, vitality, reflexes and potential, only honing and improving my skills with every swap. The team is oblivious, but they have no reason to complain, after all they get their champion.

That’s what you have to do to stay on top

Third ride

”You’ve gotta be ready in 10, champ.” said the manager before disappearing, I  nodded silently.

It was my third ride on a motorcycle, if you can believe it, but I’m already racing in real competitions… Well… Alex is racing in real competitions…

I have only worn Alex for three days, I turned him into a bodysuit you see. I could barely believe that it worked, but I have worn him ever since.

He was a race champion, not one of the big ones, but still very talented, and I wanted to be him so bad. So with a little help from the infamous and mythical bodysuit formula, I have been inside Alex’ skin for three whole days now. And I don’t think I’ll ever take it off.

Being Alex is so amazing, being big, strong and handsome like him and I can even do anything he can. Even winning races despite knowing nothing about motorcycles, except that they are cool… And I love those sweet tight leather suits that comes with it.

Well I’ve got to go change into Alex’ official race-suit. I got some points to score and trophies to win, so catch you later.

Meetup point

”Why is it taking him so long?” Leon said annoyed. ”Ssssh… Just be patient,” I hushed, ”André – I mean Frank – is going to pull through.” ”Yeah, but what happens if those guys get back on their bikes, then we’re screwed!”

Leon and I sat quietly at a picnic table at a small parking lot in a forested area. Only a few meters away stood our friend André (or Frank as we should call him now), along with two other bikers. And André was the one who was going to fulfill our dreams.

The three of us managed to overpower Frank, the guy in the Arlen Ness leather suit, on the nearby gas station toilet, then André slipped inside him, once he had been hollowed out, thanks to the bodysuit serum. With André in Frank’s body (we got the name by searching his wallet), the plan was in motion. Now we just needed André Frank to find us some suitable bodies, and we’ll be all-set. We’ve all wanted to do a bike trip together, but it had been many years since we've done that, we’ve all gotten older, and bikes were not part of our lives anymore... until I came up with this idea. I missed being on the open road, and I missed being young and strong, and the bodysuit serum was the solution to all our problems.

André was going to go to a common biker meetup point a stone’s throw from the gas station. Leon and I would wait on the sideline, whilst he would lure a couple of bikers into a trap.

We were in awe, when we saw the two guys André struck up conversation with, they were perfect; young, strong, handsome and wearing matching jackets. The last detail was the cherry on the top, once we were in, we had to get a matching suit for André Frank too, I think we would look great if we all wore the same suit.

Leon was apparently worried, they’d get away, but I had full faith in André, he was really good at talking and he knew more about bikes than anyone I knew, he was the perfect person to keep them occupied. I was however not sure, how we would turn them both into bodysuits, we either had to separate them and do one at a time, or to strike them both swiftly at the same time.

”They are coming this way,” Leon whispered anxiously. ”Just keep calm, and try not to look like you’re looking, they probably won’t even notice us,” I said in a calm manner, hoping that Leon would stop worrying so much. Granted I would be very disappointed too, if they got away, they were pristine examples, but we couldn’t afford to mess this up.

The three bikers began to walk towards their bikes. Leon was probably about to do another outburst, but he seemed to calm down, when he saw, they all took their jackets off. At least that meant, they weren’t leaving yet, and now I must admit, I felt the urge as strongly as Leon. Seeing those muscled, tan arms, broad shoulders and tight leather. I was hard enough already, and it was a struggle to contain myself.

”Which one do you want?” asked Leon. ”I am quite keen on the long-haired one,” I replied, his smooth tan skin, full chestnut brown hair and strong body, all things I didn’t have, I wanted it all so bad. ”Heh, fair enough, I really want the other one, never really liked long hair – but it will look great on you,” Leon said, the last remark sounded almost apologetic, not really that I minded, after all, hair can be cut, but it would be nice trying to have long hair for a change.

It seems like André was making his move, one of the bikers knelt in front of his bike, the other one’s attention was solely on the bike too. André was getting up, they hadn’t noticed him. This was it.

Leon clenched my shoulder hard, as the two bikers slumped to the ground. The standing biker first, the kneeling one second. André lifted their unconscious bodies and arranged them, so it looked like they were both just sitting on the curb, whilst their bodies were being emptied. André beckoned us. Leon and I hurried towards him, both eager to join him. -End-

Exterminated Inspired by a blogpost from @male-meat-suit ”I told you to stay away from my daughter! Pauline has moved on! And she deserves better than you! But if you want to give it a go, then try me… Then I can beat your ass with your own muscles.”

Hank placed his cigarette between his lips, savouring the smoke as it passed down into his rejuvenated lungs. He zipped up Carl’s leather jacket, which he now wore… like the rest of Carl’s clothes.

He stared down at Carl full of disgust and fiendish delight. Seeing his daughter’s ex-boyfriend like this filled him with pleasure.

”You ain’t a threat to anyone anymore,” Hank continued: ”I’d like to see you try, but to be honest.. you look more like you belong in a retirement home.” Hank waved the cigarette in the air, scattering ashes to the wind.

Not bothering to spend a moment longer looking at the sore remnants of Carl, Hank turned around and walked back to his car. He felt great. He could only imagine what Carl would be thinking seeing his broad leather-clad back walk away, knowing it was his jacket, his jeans, his boots and most importantly: his physique, his muscles, his youth.

Hank looked at himself in the rear-view mirror and smiled. He hadn’t looked this good in years, youthful, muscular, handsome, like he used to look 30 years ago, now Carl’s vitality was brimming through him.

Pulling out the key from his old fleece jacket that he had discarded on the back seat, he turned on the ignition. Stepping on the throttle with Carl’s boot, the youthful energy and feeling of invincibility, that flowed through him, almost made him floor the gas pedal, but he resisted the temptation – after all, he was better than Carl.

Goodness, can't believe how skinny I actually was until I saw my old body running in blind panic down the road as I looked after him... Being in this new body feels good. Feeling stronger and more confident by the minute... And I still got the looking glass... I'll need this for some further... experiments.

A flash of light from the bushes gets your attention. You bend down to investigate and find a small mirror half-buried in the grass. You pick it up and turn it around in your hand. Curiously enough, the mirror seems to be made of two-way glass, with one side showing your reflection, and the other allowing you to see straight through it.

You hold the mirror up to your eye like a magnifying glass and look around. A man accidentally walks into the frame of your strange your little mirror and you feel an intense pulling sensation. A moment later you realized you’ve somehow jumped yards away from the bushes, but looking down you realize you’re somehow in that stranger’s body.

Whose body have you ended up inside of?