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I will.

Look it’s me John Lennon

hey why is there another me

— @john-winston-ono-lennon

I could ask the same. Who are you?

It’s just the angle

hey why is there another me

— @john-winston-ono-lennon

I could ask the same. Who are you?

It seems as though your head is in a circle

hey why is there another me

— @john-winston-ono-lennon

I could ask the same. Who are you?

Is it possible?

hey why is there another me

— @john-winston-ono-lennon

I could ask the same. Who are you?

impersonating me again, i see?

i think if any of the beatles got pregnant it would be john but it would be during their time in hamburg and he'd be having a back alley abortion with paul holding his hand and dabbing his forehead with the only dirty ass towel they had in their shitty room while george goes to town with a wire hanger and ringo is knocked out at the floor of some club they were at the night before and when he wakes up at 1pm with drool down his chin he sees john smoking a cigarette before he says "i can drink again"

Getting back together

I had a great time with my girlfriend, Sara. We know each other since kindergarten and we were a couple since high school. We graduated together and managed to fulfill our dreams. We both became professional dancers. We started of small as background dancers in some musicals or local stage plays. I was fine with that and slowly let myself go. I lost my muscular body for a slightly chubby look.

But Sara wanted more. She managed to get an award and got contracts for multiple TV shows and big stage plays.

She was finally happy for some time and even got myself some bigger events to dance. But after a while she wasnt happy anymore. At first I thought that she didnt like to be in the spotlight but after some time I noticed that she wasnt happy with me anymore. She made comments about my weight and that she loved my old look. She stayed at work longer and longer. One of the reasons she gave for this was a new play where she was the leading dancer.

One day I followed her to work and waited till she went home. She left work way earlier than she was home the last couple of weeks. She drove away and I followed her. I found out that she met with another man. Of course she got herself a tall, muscular, good looking guy. They've met almost every day and I started to look him up. Rurik Gislason, a soccer player.

As time went on and they've seen each other more and more, our relationship started to break. One night it escalated. She came home and was annoyed about me. She told me that I should train more to get jobs again or she'll leave me. In anger I told her that I knew about her and Rurik and we ended our relationship. She officially left me for him and I was all alone. That evening I knew that I wanted to change something as I couldnt live without her.

I searched the darkweb for a solution. At first I wanted a love spell but I couldnt find any. I stumbled upon a shady looking website but I thought I should give it a try and ordered a body possession set.

It arrived the next day and I studied tje instructions. I drove to Rurik and found out that he was practicing soccer alone somewhere near his house. I drove to the soccer field and found him practicing alone.

I walked up to him and noticed how confused he was.

"Can I help you?", he asked.

What a beautiful thick accent he has, I thought. No wonder Sara left me for him.

I now stood right in front of him, he looked nervous.

I quickly grabbed his hand, shook it, threw a coin in front of him, touched his shoulder and forehead. Just like it was described in the instructions and it worked. Rurik was hypnotized.

I ordered him to get into the locker and he complied. In the locker room I made him fall to sleep. He fell to his knees before his head hit the ground. His ass was now up in the air.

I sat down next to him, rolled him into my arms and started to strip him naked for the ritual. I started with his jersey, revealing his tattoo and abs. I started to smell the smell of his armpits. What a manly smell. I lifted his legs with his over knee soccer socks and shoes onto my shoulders and pulled down  his sport shorts. To my surprise he was wearing nothing beneath it. I looked at his massive hairy cock, thinking about how it'll be mine soon. I grabbed one leg after the other and pulled his soccer cleats and socks off. They've got a sweaty smell which, together with seeing his tall, manly body laying in front of me, turned me on. I ran my hands over his perfect body which will soon be mine.

I stripped myself naked and took the possession machine I bought out of a bag.

It looked like a respirator connected via two tubes to a vacuum suction cup for dicks. It was difficult to get the suction cup over his dick but after five minutes I finally made it. I layed down next to him and started to breath into the respirator. I felt a tickle in my body as energy started to flow into his dick. I saw how my body started to age rapidly as his body started to convulse. My sight got blurry and I passed out.

When I woke up I noticed that something was different. I could feel something was sucking on my dick. I leaned up and admired Ruriks, my new body.  I pulled the suction cup from my dick causing me to moan. It made my body shiver and for the first time in a long time I could feel a muscular body again. As I looked next to me, my old body was laying there as if it was part of an old grave. I pult the respirator from my old face, causing the body to crumble to dusk.

I stood up to grab his used clothes as he got a phone call. It was my girlfriend.

I answered and could hear my new beautiful accent every time I opened my mouth to speak. After the call I unlocked his phone through his memories to take one last photo as a soccer player, signifying the end of his old life.

Back home, I waited for my girlfriend to arrive. I told her that I thought about quitting soccer to do something new. She was open to the idea when I told her that I wanted to spend more time with her. I thought about applying to a dance show she was a part of so we could dance together.

Fast forward 6 months and I'm finally dancing with my girlfriend from high school again and that with a better body than I could've had achieved. We have so much fun in this competition we are dancing in and at home we are more intimate than ever. I just hope that she'll never find out about what I did to the real Rurik.

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This possession was a commission from a friend.

Smoke trail

Part of a prompt-based writing challenge, hosted by @max-the-many I might not be able to make 30 stories, but I might make a few.

Body a day - #1: Smoke

He extinguished the cigarette as soon as I came outside.

“I thought you said you were going to quit smoking, if I helped you out with your new apartment,” I said with clear disapproval.

“Yeah, but I found out I got few packs left, so I’m going to smoke those first, then I’m quitting.” my son said halfheartedly. That was my son in a nutshell; unreliable, lazy, always taking the easy route, wasting his life. And I was sick of it… But my plan actually was set into motion months ago, so it’s not like that remark was the final straw, today was the conclusion. Helping my deadbeat son with packing all his stuff in his old apartment, so that he could move to a new city across the country, where he didn’t know anybody.

An hour later I had pulled on his skin and his clothes, taking his life and identity as my own. And I was going to live a much fuller and richer life than him.

I was ready to greet the movers, when they came to pick up the boxes, I told them, we also had to drop by my dad’s place and pick up some extra boxes. It was actually my own stuff, now that I had a new life waiting for me, I had to pack up my old one. Most of my son’s stuff was going to go to the incinerator plant anyway, going up in flame and smoke. As I left my son’s apartment, I noticed the cigarette butt on the wet pavement outside the building. His last mark on this world, the trail of smoke already long extinguished.

Done my homework

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.”

Mason and the golden skin

A special thanks to @dulafer, who helped me come up with the idea after having hit a minor writer's block Body a day - #14: Battery

Mason had been envious of his classmate Chris since the first day he met him at Colchis University, so much so, that it had become an obsession. He envied him, he envied him so strongly that all he could think about was becoming him. Every thing about Chris, he desired and longed for, so much so that it became unbearable.

One of Mason’s former highschool classmates, Jed, was also studying at Colchis, studying both neurology and engineering. When Mason confessed his feelings towards Chris, Jed became lost in thought. The silence was eerie, but Jed was definitely contemplating Mason’s thoughts.

“If you really could switch places,” Jed said after the very long pause, “would you?” “Yes!” Mason blurted without hesitation. “Even if it meant giving your life to him?” Jed asked. Mason was a bit more reluctant this time, he hadn’t actually considered that, but if he had to swap places with Chris, it made sense, that Chris had to be somewhere else. But there would be no way, that Chris would ever accept that. “I’m sure, I’ll manage…” Mason said nonchalant.

Jed seemed very interested in the conundrum, but more out of curiosity than envy nor desire.

“If I come up with a solution – I want you to do something for me…” Jed said looking up at Mason. “What do you want?” Mason asked. “I want you, or rather you in Chris’s body as my boyfriend.” Mason blushed, “you have a crush on me?” “Maybe,” Jed answered clearly embarrassed and uncomfortable, not even looking at Mason anymore.

“Hey,” Mason began softly, breaking the awkward silence, he walked over to Jed, then pushed Jed’s chin up so that they had eye contact. “If you are really willing to do this for me… Then you might as well call me your boyfriend already,” he said, touched by Jed’s sentiment.

Two semesters later they came up with a prototype for a body-swapping device, technically it was a mind-swapping device. It would carry the full neurological pattern between two brains within a very short distance. Mason had to get Chris somewhere secluded, so that no interference was possible, and he had to take a clean shot. Jed was confident, it would work, but there were many potential risks. The device looked similar to a tablet with a camera attachment, except for the fact that the tablet part mostly consisted of batteries in a series. The device took an unbelievable amount of power, 75% of the device’s weight consisted of the batteries powering it.

Jed somehow managed to arrange a meeting with Chris at a remote part of campus. Mason wouldn’t have been successful if he had tried, after all Chris knew him, but Jed didn’t actually tell Mason, exactly how he managed to convince Chris to turn up at that place. But he did, and armed with the tablet-camera-thingy, Mason was prepared to welcome the unsuspecting Chris, who arrived on his bike.

“What are you doing here?!” Chris drawled as he noticed Mason, “is this some kind of joke?!”

Mason was nervous, almost afraid, but still infatuated and smitten with Chris. Mason let his envy consume him, he took some big steps directly towards Chris, aimed the device at his face, and pressed the button. There was a blinding light, and they both felt like they had been electrocuted, their bodies were shaking, but they couldn’t see anything.

Then Mason could see again, no longer blinded by the light, he could see himself, but from a taller perspective. He wasn’t looking in a mirror, the device had worked.

Mason’s body was still dazed and confused, the device fell out of his hand and hit the ground.

Mason was in awe. Chris’s body was all his, this perfect body was all his. He didn’t get to enjoy the moment for long however, he was ripped out by his stream of consciousness, when he heard his old voice shout at him: “What the hell have you done?!”

Chris had apparently already figured out exactly what had happened, there was a look of pure hatred in his eyes.

Mason’s body picked up the device. “You aren’t getting away with this. I’m gonna take my body back, and then… And then you won’t even live long enough to regret this!” Mason’s voice snarled, his words dripping with loathing and vindictiveness. Mason had a feeling something was wrong, he could smell burnt ‘something’, rubber or plastic maybe, the smell definitely came from the device, it was about to break down. Even a single use had put massive strain on the batteries, the device couldn’t handle another swap.

Mason in Chris’s body froze, blinded by the bright light, but also something else, it was like his mind was clouded by all sorts of unrecognisable impressions.

Mason’s body fell unconscious to the floor, but Mason was still looking at it from Chris’s perspective, he felt a bit of satisfaction seeing his former body collapse. But to make sure nobody would accuse him of anything, he picked up the foul-smelling device and stuffed it in Chris’s bag, then he begrudgingly called an ambulance. Then he went over to his unconscious body and more by instinct than choice began to perform CPR on it, then it dawned on him… He did not know, how to perform CPR, but Chris did. The faulty device must have transferred parts of Chris’s consciousness to him. He was still Mason at heart, he knew that much.

Mason’s body was taken away by the paramedics, as Chris explaining something about having witnessed Mason having a heart attack or something. With the ambulance gone, Mason could finally wrap his head around the other dramatic events. The faulty device had transferred Chris’s memories to him, he wouldn’t have any problem fooling everyone, he didn’t have to pretend to be Chris, he was Chris.

Introducing S.O.N.

Halfway through @max-the-many's ludicrous challenge. The prompt this time is something I've already done, so here's something a bit different as the midway-marker. For the other son-transformations I have done during this challenge, see #1, #7 and #13.

Body a day - #15: Son

S.O.N. is a revolutionary new technology, that will allow you to relive and redo the best time of your life. Get a second chance at life and enjoy it to the fullest with the new S.O.N. technology.

S.O.N. is a replica of your younger self, improved and enhanced in every way desirable to your specifications. You’ll receive a fully-grown, mature S.O.N. in just ten weeks.

Using advanced and revolutionizing DNA-resequencing technology, we’ll make the perfect S.O.N. for you based on your DNA-profile and matched with any of our top class models from our extensive catalogue, making sure that your S.O.N. becomes the best possible version of you. We flesh out a complete backstory as well as identity papers to specifications and provides a smooth and inconspicuous transition of the S.O.N. into your life and routine, before you inevitably take their place at a predetermined time.

With the advanced DNA-resequencing you will soon have all your life and memories transferred to your S.O.N. and can enjoy and experience life again more well-off than the first time.

Your S.O.N. will be the perfect candidate to carry on your legacy, your company and/or your heritage, as they are you – only rejuvenated and revitalized.

Order your S.O.N. today. You don't have to only live once.

Worn to a shadow

Huge shout-out to Max steel leather boy, wherever you are. Max has made these awesome leather biker suits for dolls, and acts out action-packed sequences with them. The bikers would almost always lose, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but the leather suits were so often going to waste rather than claimed by new and worthier wearers.

Body a day - #16: Shadow

There are many dangers that lurk in the shadows, just out of sight, unnoticed most of the time...

At 19 years old, Jake was just a happy-go-lucky guy, who enjoyed the simple things in life. Particularly his motorcycle, dressing up from head to toe in black leather made him feel sexy and desirable… and granted, it did work, when he walked and drove about dressed like that, he caught attention.

But he had unfortunately also attracted the wrong kind of attention. Jake hadn’t noticed, but he had been followed. Stalked like a prey from the shadows.

Hitman Alexander Mann had noticed the young biker, he knew Jake’s identity would be the perfect cover. He was stealthy and swift, and before Jake even noticed Mann’s approach, he felt the hitman's strong arm around his neck.

Jake gagged, frantically trying to struggle against his unknown assailant. Mann had done this numerous times, he just held on, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before the teenager lost consciousness.

The hitman pulled Jake down as he collapsed on the floor. Still breathing though, after all he wasn’t Mann’s target, just the means to getting to it. Mann began to undress the young man. First pulling off his brand new AlpineStars boots. The kid’s got good taste in gear, he thought to himself. He stripped Jake out of the leather suit, it was still warm and damp on the inside, it reeked of teenager. While he usually had to remain calm and collected, Mann couldn’t help feeling excitement with the prospect of taking this identity. Especially with that sweet leather gear that came with it.

With a final pull, Mann got the motorcycle suit off the young biker. He chuckled, when he saw that Jake was going commando under the suit. The kid’s got guts, he thought. For a moment he admired the slick black leather suit, smooth, shiny and creaky. “Nice suit. Very nice…” Mann muttered to himself as he slipped on the teenager’s leathers.

Mann felt himself getting aroused as he pulled on the suit. “Heh… No offence, but I actually think it looks way better on me, kid,” he whispered gloatingly as he zipped the suit all the way up. The teenager didn't respond. He stepped into Jake’s boots, they were also nicely warm and damp, and they were a perfect fit. He grabbed Jake’s helmet resting on the motorcycle, the masquerading almost complete, with the helmet and the leathers nobody would know he wasn’t Jake until it was too late. “Now I’ll just take those gloves, kid, and I’ll be out of your hair,” Mann whispered, bending down to claim the last of Jake’s possessions.

MacGyver and son

This story is a fanfic of a show, I've never actually watched, apart from a very few scenes. Nevertheless I think, that viewed in the right context, it would be a very interesting plot twist.

Body a day - #19: Dad

“I still can’t believe he fell for it,” laughed ‘Sam’, whilst Murdoc began to take off all of MacGyver’s clothes.

“Tell me how you managed to achieve this, whatsyourname?” Murdoc asked his partner as he was stripping the former agent and sworn enemy.

“It’s Sam now, and you better not forget it, dad,” said his partner in the guise of a nice young man firmly, “Sean Angus Malloy, but everyone just call me Sam.”

“All right then, Sam... Tell me...”

“Oh, Old MacGyver was a real heartthrob, when he was young, not difficult to imagine with that face and that body, I managed to track down one Kate Malloy, who he had a loving relation with, she was an excellent source of information…”

“How did you get her tell you all this?” Murdoc asked now standing with the naked husk of MacGyver.

“It was easy, really,” Sam replied, “I told her, I was interviewing her for a book. She was apparently very fond of him, so she spent a long time telling me all sorts of stuff about him, and I also got her to tell me about herself. And with your help, I had all that I needed to successfully play his 'long-lost son'. And he believed every single word I told him, I even managed to get him to quit, just to spend time with me.” Sam laughed again at the last remark, then got up from his chair to help Murdoc with the MacGyver-suit.

“Heh, now you’ll certainly live up to your title as ‘master of disguise’, you couldn’t have asked for a better disguise,” Sam grinned.

“You are absolutely right,” gloated Murdoc, having stripped himself naked. He held the hollowed out skin of MacGyver up in front of him, “let’s get to it then.”

Stretching out MacGyver’s mouth ludicrously wide, Murdoc slid his legs one at a time into the warm and squishy skinsuit. Sam pushed the toes into place one by one, as Murdoc pulled MacGyver further up his body. MacGyver’s strong legs were now in place. Murdoc continued, pulling the skin up further, covering his torso, he forced down his arms down MacGyver’s mouth and guided his upper limbs into the empty husk's. He flexed his new hands. Murdoc caressed the rest of his new body, still with MacGyver’s hollow head hanging off his shoulders like a hood. Sam rubbed him on the back, helping him smooth out any creases or flaws.

“Now put on the face, dad” urged Sam, “Heh, all right,” grinned Murdoc and pulled MacGyver’s face over his own, he pushed the facial features into place and opened his eyes. “How do I look, son?”

“You look amazing, dad,” came the reply.

“Yes, this guy is fit,” the new MacGyver said, rubbing his hands across his bare chest and arms, "and pretty handsome too - now the way is open for us, Sam, nothing is going to stop us,” MacGyver laughed, replicated the voice of his enemy perfectly. He paused, looking pensive, then asked; “but if Sam isn’t the son of Malloy and MacGyver, then who is he?”

“I don’t know,” said Sam indifferently, “just some random pretty young man, that kinda looks like MacGyver, I don’t think there’s any relation between them. But hey, I’m not complaining, and the idiot believed me.” Sam’s boyish demeanour was incredibly convincing and effective at hiding the evil within, and he played the role of easygoing young man with an innocent smile and disarming laughter perfectly.

“I’m ready,” said the MacGyver imposter, having pulled on his victim’s t-shirt, jeans, socks and boots, “get the biker jackets and the rest of the gear, and let’s get going.”

“Sure thing, dad,” laughed Sam. Now they only had one final little role play to wrap up, then they’d be on their way. Murdoc had big plans for using MacGyver’s body, and Sam was the perfect partner. The two imposters went outside to get on their bikes.

‘MacGyver’ and ‘Sam’ arrived on their motorcycles, in their matching leather biker jackets. ‘Sam’ was quickly of the bike to greet MacGyver’s boss and best friend, Pete Thornton. “Hi Mr. Thornton.”

Mr. Thornton shook his hand, “Sam. What, are you guys all packed for your trip?”

“Just finished,” MacGyver replied. “Oh, MacCyver, the Phoenix Board asked me to give you this,” Thornton said pulling out an envelope from his inner pocket.

“Pete-” said MacGyver trying to cut him off. “It’s an offer of a new contract, and it’s very generous, and I think you oughta look at it.”

“We’ve been through this before,” MacGyver said impatiently, silently pleased with how easy he could deceive even MacGyver's closest friend. “Sam, and I got a little catching up to do,” he continued and padded Sam’s face, Sam laughed.

Accepting defeat, Thornton put the envelope back in his pocket. “Well I – I told them that you wouldn’t go for it,” he paused, “You know… I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like without you around here.” That statement had the most delicious irony, thought MacGyver to himself, trying to look just a little sad. “Well, it was bound to happen – things change.”

“Not always,” replied Thornton, “good things don’t.” MacGyver and Sam both suppressed the urge to laugh. “Don’t you ever change, MacGyver” Thornton continued, clearly being moved by this ‘sad goodbye’, that both MacGyver and Sam played through. “Don’t you either,” replied MacGyver. Thornton opened his arms, and the imposter gave him a hug.

“Well, can I expect to drop in once in a while anyway?”

MacGyver placed a hand on Thornton’s shoulder, “Count on it, my friend.” “Sam,” Thornton said and stretched out his hand to the young man again, “take care of your old man, will ya?” “You can count on it,” Sam replied delightfully, shaking Thornton’s hand a final time.

'MacGyver and son' mounted their bikes. “So – where to?” asked Sam rhetorically as he grabbed his helmet. “Somewhere else,” replied MacGyver rehearsed. Sam sent him one of his boyish smiles, after which they both put on their helmets. They started their engines and headed off. That was the end of the old MacGyver and the beginning of a new.

Airing laundry

Body a day - #21: Electricity

Part 2 of Dirty Laundry #8

My friend looked desperately at me, whilst struggling against the ropes. I quickly knelt beside him and managed to remove the gag. ”He assaulted me!” he cried frantically as soon as I removed the gag, ”he took the mask and the suit!” ”Who was it?” I asked as I tried to untie him, it wasn’t easy as my hands were shaking and the knots were tight. ”I don’t know who he was, he wore a mask – a ski mask! He jumped at me, tasered me and tied me up! Then he just put on the mask, stuffed the suit in my bag and left...”

”But how did he know?” I asked rhetorically, I dared not think the thought, but our secret was no longer safe, whoever that assailant was… they had uncovered our secret. “What do we do?” my friend then asked. “What can we do?” I replied hopelessly, “nobody was supposed to know, it’s not exactly like we can report this to anyone, he left the house almost 20 minutes ago, I don’t think we’ll be able to catch him, especially when he has suit.”

My friend was in complete distress, but I didn’t know how to comfort him, nothing I could do nor say could make things better.

Months passed, and we still had no clue, who the guy in the mask was, nor what happened to him. My friend and I had decided to move to another town, we no longer felt safe in our old house, especially since we didn’t know how much that intruder knew. Did he know I was wearing a bodysuit too? Would he come after that too?

The uncertainty was certainly the worst, but then around spring I made a shocking discovery.

It was Matt! The name of my friend’s bodysuit, his persona. Matt was performing at a concert, the clip had apparently gone viral, and somehow ended up in my feed. I had to watch the clip several times, as well as check the linked social media profiles to be absolutely sure… And sure enough, it was the Matt suit alright. I went back through the history… On the very day back in November, when he attacked my friend, he was posting his first picture, wearing both the mask and the suit.

This new ’Matt’ had quite a history, incredibly active on social media from day one, and it seemed he had became a musician, he composed and sang songs, and apparently he had risen to fame in the short amount of time since he stole the suit. When I showed my friend, he completely lost it.

”That m**********r! On the day he stole it, he started wearing it!” he raged. “Well, he was already wearing the mask…” I replied quietly, the thought was sickening, but at least now we knew where the mask and the suit were.

The Matt-suit or Coltrane as this imposter apparently called himself was apparently a rising star in the music industry, having launched multiple hit singles in only a few months, gone viral and become very popular and adored. Again, it was sickening. But it also gave me an idea, if we could reclaim the suit and mask, then my friend could take the imposter’s life, fame and fortune for himself. My friend was obviously all-in, a spark had reignited within him. He was ready to reclaim what was his.

My friend was studying Coltrane’s music, videos, pictures and profiles intensively, I could feel a glowing dedication fuelled by a desire for revenge. Meanwhile I tried to think of a way to get to Coltrane, but it wasn’t easy, we had a vague idea of the area he lived in, thanks to his media. But I thought that the best opportunity we would get, would be at one of the many festivals and concerts Coltrane was scheduled to perform at during the spring and summer, if only we could get back stage.

It took some meticulous planning, I got in touch with an old high school acquaintance, who was working as a technician at one of the festivals Coltrane was supposed to perform at, they helped me become a volunteer back stage (which unfortunately meant I had to go without my facemask for a whole weekend). But if everything went right, I should be able to corner Coltrane and get the suit back, then let my friend take his place. It was risky, but it just might work.

For good measure I even began to studying electric wiring and installations, in case I needed a distraction, a power outage might be the most convenient distraction at a concert or festival.

The day for the concert at the festival arrived, and my friend and I were all set for hunting down the impersonator, and reclaim what he stole. My friend attended as a regular guest, while I helped out backstage, moving stuff about, fetching stuff, nothing too exciting, but at least I could put my bodysuit’s muscles to good use. I quickly managed to find the imposter’s caravan in the backstage district, I passed by as many times as possible, surveying the area, I even saw the imposter on a couple of occasions, seemingly enjoying himself, unaware of my presence and my plans. Turns out it was even easier, I hadn’t actually needed to study electrical installations, there was one thick long cable running to the imposter’s caravan. All I did was just pull it out, then knock on his door to hear, if he had any issues with his electricity.

He hadn’t noticed anything, he admitted, then he tried to flick a switch, and saw that nothing happened. “Can you try some of the others?” I asked innocently, surprised he hadn’t recognised me, granted I had altered my looks a bit, “some of the others having issues said it was only some of the plugs, that weren’t working. The imposter went deeper into the caravan, I followed him and shut the door behind me. I pressed a rag covered in a sedative against his face, he struggled, and while he had my friend’s bodysuit’s muscles, I was able to overpower him with mine.

Triumphantly I began to undress him, a devilish satisfaction in finally getting revenge coursed through my body and mind. I chucked all the clothes in a pile, then began to pull off the sweaty bodysuit. Finding an edge at the neck, I managed to get my fingers under the facemask, so I could begin stripping him off my friend’s skin. It was as sweaty on the inside as the outside, and although it still stuck to the imposter at places, I managed to pull it off, revealing a skinny body beneath.

I pulled off the mask to reveal the culprit. It was just some guy, approximately 30 years old, short hair, pale and honestly very inconspicuous, I didn’t even know him, I recall maybe having seen him around town, where we used to live. But to think that this guy had been plotting against us was surprising. I tied him up, tight and thoroughly, then placed him in a cupboard.

I quickly pulled on the Matt-mask as well as the imposter’s clothes. It had been a long time since I’ve worn Matt’s face, my friend and I didn’t swap bodysuits as often as we used to. But I only had to play Matt/Coltrane for a few minutes. I texted my friend, telling him I was successful and to come to the back stage entrance, I’d then be able to let him in. To say my friend was happy to see me was an understatement, but to the security guard who let him in on my request, he was just a crazed fan, who finally got to meet his big idol. We went back to the trailer, where I showed him the unconscious thief in the cupboard. “We’ll need to find out, what we are going to do with him. He’s a threat to us,” I said coldly having pulled off the mask, as my friend with great satisfaction reclaimed his bodysuit. “We’ll figure something out,” my friend answered with an equal level of animosity, “let’s just keep him here, then smuggle him out later.”

“How do I look?” my friend asked me, having fully reclaimed the bodysuit, his lean, athletic build, his smooth, flawless skin, his confident, strong vibe. It was like falling in love all over again. He pulled me in towards his naked lean body, looking like this he had no problem not wearing clothes. As we held each other I smelled his neck, there was something strangely arousing about the new musk, the suit had absorbed from the other guy, not that I wasn’t plenty aroused already. “Now let’s get the face back where it belongs,” I said with a grin and handed him the mask. He grabbed it eagerly and pulled it over his head, that familiar face I had looked at every day for almost half a year was now replaced with another familiar face. He pushed the features into place, smoothed the edges around the neck. Matt was back!

“’Sup!” Matt said with a cocky grin. “Good to have you back, stud!” I said, pulling him towards me. “Hell yeah, I finally feel like myself again!” Matt replied with his reclaimed voice, his confidence had returned. “We better get you prepared for your concert, Coltrane, your fans are waiting for you.” I said with a laugh, Matt laughed as well. “Yeah, they are really in for a show, my big comeback!”

“Ha! Good one, but don’t forget you’re Coltrane now, just like you were this morning.” “Of course, I don’t think it’ll be any problem taking his place. I’ve done my homework,” Matt winked at me. “I can’t believe, I’m dating a rock star,” I joked, as I helped Matt/Coltrane dress in the imposter’s stage clothes. “I know,” Matt replied, zipping the leather jacket, completing the look.

“This wasn’t exactly, what we had planned for our future, but I’m sure, we can make it work. Use the next couple of years raking in some serious money and experience the glamour of the musician lifestyle.”

I don’t know how Matt/Coltrane did it, but he pulled off that performance like it was second nature, he sure had done the homework. I watched him from behind the scenes, he was even better than the imposter, and he seemed to be at home on the stage, celebrating our triumph in front of the oblivious crowd. The atmosphere was electric.

Wanted!

Body a day - #23: Want

Stefan had been on the run for three days, he was wanted, and it was beginning to tear on him - always being on guard, always keep moving, always trying to stay three moves ahead. When he received a phone call from his companion, Filip, he began to feel hopeful. After a few minutes of talking, Filip asked him; ”do you trust me?”

- “Yes,” Stefan replied tonelessly.

- “Okay, then meet me at the old brickworks tomorrow morning. Until then, keep a low profile.”

- “What do you think I’ve been doing?” Stefan snarled only to discover that Filip already hung up. The old brickworks was located several towns over, but Stefan knew where it was, it closed years ago, the buildings and ground abandoned and falling into disrepair. A good hiding spot, if a tad obvious. Nevertheless he needed to make his way there, unseen.

It was a cold night, but Stefan survived, he just had to wait till daybreak, then hopefully Filip would come to his aid. As dawn broke, Stefan began to scout from his hiding spot every now and then, he just needed Filip to turn up. He wouldn’t risk calling him again, all he could do was wait.

In the distance Stefan heard an engine or possibly two approaching the quiet grounds. Then the noise disappeared, he assumed that was Filip, who had come to his rescue. From his cover Stefan tried to scout to see, who had come to this dump. But it wasn’t Filip.

It was a police officer, and he was looking directly at Stefan. Stefan froze, he couldn’t move, he realised that Filip had betrayed him, handed him over to the police. The police officer approached him, Stefan got up not breaking eye-contact. Now was the ’fight-or-flight’-moment, but before even considering his options, the officer stood only a few meters from him and had taken off his helmet, and with a firm voice he said: “You are under arrest, we have the area surrounded. You might as well come along willingly.” This was the end.

The police officer then burst into laughter, and Stefan was as confused as he was dumbstruck. “Stefan, it’s me, Filip,” the officer laughed at Stefan’s shocked face. “Filip? But how-” before Stefan could finish the sentence, the officer raised his hand to his head. With the hand he pushed his forehead backwards causing the officer’s face to distort as his mouth widened grotesquely as another head emerged from the gaping maw.

”It really is you?!” Stefan exclaimed, he was astonished, seeing him here, in a genuine police uniform and what appeared to be an ultra-realistic mask flopping around his neck.

“Sure is,” Filip grinned, enjoying the look of utter disbelief on Stefan’s face, “but when I’m wearing this, I go by the name of Officer Marcel Kowalski.”

“I have a colleague, who is very eager to meet you, waiting outside,” Filip continued, smirking and winked as they walked towards the road.

“You got a disguise for me too?” Stefan asked, believing he had guessed what Filip meant with that remark.

“Of course, I told you to trust me, I originally thought of giving you Kowalski here, but then I decided to make another for you.”

Make another? Stefan wondered.

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later. Right now we got to go back to the station,” Filip said and pulled Kowalski’s face back over his own, bringing the officer back to life.

“The station!?” Stefan exclaimed.

“Calm down, nobody is going to recognise you, not when you’re Officer Tomasz Kubik,” ‘Kowalski’ explained with his authoritative voice. Once outside the brickworks, ‘Kowalski’ pointed towards two police motorcycles parked by the road.

There was another police officer, or at least something, that used to be one. Tomasz Kubik laid across his motorcycle like a deflated balloon, his head seemingly squashed under the weight of the helmet. Stefan looked from Kowalski to the skinned man on the motorcycle with undeniable fascination.

- “So you want me to become a cop?”

- “For the time being... You know you want this.”

Stefan couldn’t deny he was excited, actually very eager.

”I think he’s about your size, he's going to look good on you,” said Filip, pulling off the ex-officer’s helmet and holding up the amorphous head for Stefan to see. It was just a lifeless mask now, with empty eye-sockets and floppy facial features. Together they began to undress the officer, then Stefan dragged him into the bushes and began pulling on the skin. It was warm and squishy inside, but still very tight. Slowly and steadily, Stefan managed to wiggle into Kubik’s body. As Stefan’s body fitted into the officer’s body, he could feel the suit bind to his skin, becoming alive again. “I’m done,” Stefan called out from the bushes, when he had successfully pulled on the entirety of Kubik’s skin, but the head.

Filip/Kowalski nodded satisfyingly; “go on then, put on the face.” Stefan grabbed the edges of Kubik’s mouth around his neck, then with one final stretch, he let Kubik’s face swallow him, pushing the face into place, before opening his eyes, for the first time seeing the world as Officer Tomasz Kubik.

- “I could get used to this,” Stefan said with his new and unfamiliar voice.

- “Good, then it wasn’t a complete waste of time then. Let’s get you back in your uniform, Tomasz.”

‘Kowalski’ threw some of Kubik’s clothes to his friend, then he walked over to the pile of Stefan’s discarded clothes, emptying the pockets, folding them neatly, before igniting them with a lighter. Stefan saw his old clothes and life burn, but he didn’t care, he wanted this more.

With great enthusiasm Stefan began to pull on Kubik’s uniform, he couldn’t believe how much he wanted this. He pulled on Kubik’s leather pants, threw on his thick police leather jacket, and stepped into the officer's heavy motorcycle boots and secured his belt around his waist. It was a perfect fit. Stefan was now Officer Tomasz Kubik and Filip, Officer Marcel Kowalski.

Kowalski disposed of the remains of the burnt clothes, whilst the new Kubik admired his face on his motorcycle’s side-view mirror. He certainly looked good in uniform. Kowalski returned and the two leather-clad ’officers’ mounted their bikes.

”Remember, we are law-abiding citizens for the time being.” said 'officer Kowalski' jokingly.

”Actually we are law-enforcing citizens,” 'officer Kubik' replied with a devilish grin.

Hiding right under the police’s nose might be his best option for now, it might even be fun, but one thing was for sure, Stefan didn’t mind having ’police on his back’ for the time being.

Strangers on a train

Body a day - #25: Choice

Five stations left… It was 20:32 and in about twenty minutes the train would arrive at Alex’s destination, where he had planned to meet up with his friends to hit the town.

For a Friday evening, it was unusually quiet in the train. Alex had the whole compartment to himself, and just stared out through the dark windows at the indistinguishable landscapes and buildings that passed by.

Down the aisle, he could see two young men walking towards him, they were laughing very loudly. They passed Alex, but from the corner of his eye, he could see, that they stopped right as they walked by. One of them poked the other with an elbow and whispering: “that one.” Ominously they sat down on the vacant seats in front of him.

They didn’t say anything, so Alex pretended he hadn’t noticed them, and just continued staring out the window. Alex were starting to feel uncomfortable. For a sliver of a second he got eye-contact with them, they were staring right back at him, one with the arm around the other’s shoulder. Alex didn’t know what it was…

Their cocky smiles or sinister stares, nevertheless he felt a sense of unease. Why would they sit here, when the rest of the compartment is empty? They have done that by choice. They looked like bad news…

”That’s not a nice thing to say.” said the guy in the tracksuit jacket. Alex was shocked. Had he really said that out loud?

The guy in the tracksuit jacket leaned forward towards Alex, Alex tried scooting back in his seat, but the guy grabbed Alex’s chin with his thumb and index finger, then with one swift move he yanked his arm upwards, Alex felt a sharp pain in his face, and everything went black.

--

Alex had no idea, how much time had passed, or what he had just experience was just a bad dream, he was laying sideways across the train seat, his face was still hurting, though he wasn’t sure why.

He pulled himself up in the seat, then almost fell out of it again as he almost died of fright, he couldn't believe his own eyes.

The two guy were still seated across from him, but now he saw his own face smiling fiendishly and laughing at him. Alex was deeply horrified at the display, he couldn't think, all he felt was fright and panic, and then he fainted again.

--

“Good choice,” said Jacob to Adam, as the two young men disembarked the train at the next station.

Adam couldn’t stop admiring his new face using his phone camera as a mirror, gently rubbing his face and running his fingers through his lush golden hair, there was little doubt that Adam was beyond satisfied with his new model-like face.

”Do you wanna go try and find his friends? Maybe you could get yourself a new face too?” Adam said, his voice now more akin to Alex’s.

”Nah… I like my face the way it is,” Jacob said calmly, “but I would like to get myself some abs and some pecs,” he added mischievously.

”Holy shit! You can do that too?!” Adam shouted unable to contain his excitement, it beamed off Alex’s face.

Jacob chuckled: ”Probably. Why not? I already discovered how to read thoughts, and how to steal people’s faces. Why shouldn’t I be able to take ’other’ things…”

”That’s so rad! Let’s go do it! I want to be bigger, something to go well with this face!”

”Sure thing, bro, let’s hit the town and see what we find!”

The two friends, Jacob and Adam Alex, headed for the station exit, looking forward to who they were going to choose next.

The ski instructor

Body a day - #26: Ice

Martin Ziegler went out for early morning skiing. He did that quite often, and he enjoyed having the pistes to himself before starting his job as a ski instructor at the Richter Ski Resort.

Cruising through the quiet ice-covered forest in the early sunlight, with fresh untouched snow under your feet was truly magical.

But Martin didn’t see the tripwire barely visible in the frost, he tripped and fell, fortunately not too hard, but as he got back on his feet, brushed off the snow, and went back to see, what he had tripped over, he was hit from behind with something heavy and knocked unconscious.

--

He should be thankful I was turning him into a bodysuit, otherwise I could just have taken his clothes and left him to freeze in the snow. A wig, a false beard and a bit of makeup should make a pretty convincing disguise, but this was on a whole other level, his skin was going to be my disguise, a perfect disguise.

In hindsight it was probably not the best place to assault this guy, changing down to my birthday suit in the middle of cold icy forest probably wasn’t the best idea, but it was my best chance to get him to myself. But it was going to be worth it, to get a new ‘birthday suit’.

I pulled off the instructor’s, what appeared to be, brand-new ski suit, it looked really good on him, and it was going to look even better on me. Having stripped him off his ski-suit and all the other layers of clothes, I could finally take a close look at this fine body. This guy was fit, had a strong body, a handsome face and a nice beard, and as a ski instructor at the Richter Resort, one of the most luxurious and exclusive ski resorts in Switzerland, this identity could be very profitable and worthwhile.

Full of determination I began to strip, my resoluteness and desire being the main things preventing me from turning into an icicle as I threw my clothes in the snow. Finally I could start squeezing my naked body into his, and it had to be quick. Fortunately I slid right on in, and settled quite easily and comfortably in the ski instructor’s skin, but it was a cold experience, I could feel goosebumps on my new exterior. I quickly put on his sweat-soaked ski-underwear, before delightfully slipping on his still slightly warm ski-suit. Zipping it up, emphasizing that this body, this identity, this life was now mine. I checked his belt bag, everything was there, keys, phone, wallet, ID and staff member-card. It was perfect, everything I needed to play Martin Ziegler.

I buried my old clothes in the snow, then stuffed the rest of my belongings in my bag, before making my way back to the resort. I could really use some warmth before ‘starting my job’.

Several hours later I was back outside, it was time to meet the first of my 'clients'.

A well-off gentleman accompanied by two teenagers, one eager, one rather sulky, approached me.

”Hello, Austin Devons, Executive Vice President, EIS Group, this is my son Damian and daughter Lucille...”

I shook his hand with a firm grip, smiled and said: ”Hello there, Martin Ziegler, ski instructor.”

Secrets

Body a day - #27: Closet

This is an excerpt from a longer story I'm writing, but haven't finished yet. I will probably be able to finish it in the new year.

“Damien, we need to talk,” said my father, his tone was very serious, and the whole ‘we need to talk’ wasn’t something I had ever heard him saying before. Dad sat down on my bed and looked at me with a stern face, “Damien, I know you stole it from the hospital.”

I flinched… He knew, how long had he known?… “Why did you do it?” he asked, there was an undeniable disappointment in his voice.

I decided there was no point in lying, I might as well be honest.

“I’ve been using it on my classmates.”

“Why?!” my father said clearly shocked, “they are your friends, why would you do that?”

My father’s words really stung, though he probably wasn’t aware of how much they did, having had my secret exposed was mortifying enough, my voice began trembling as I answered.

“Friends?!” I said trying to hide being upset, “They were never my friends.”

My father’s face changed from shock to concern, which made me feel a bit better. It seemed like he understood somewhat.

“I thought things were going much better socially, you were popular, you were spending more time with them, going to all the parties – even coming home late at night.”

“It was all just a facade, so that I could get away with it… Earn their trust and not to arouse any suspicion.”

My father said nothing, he just looked at me with something I assumed was sympathy, so I continued my rant.

“To them I was merely an asset, I was useful. I only got all that attention, because I was the first in my class with a license, I could drive them places, be it drive-ins, the city or home after they had drunk their brains out. I was their chauffeur, their designated driver, that’s all. I’m not saying I was being excluded or bullied or anything, but I’m just not like them… And despite all the attention I’ve gotten, it still doesn’t change that I don’t see them as friends, they are just my classmates, they are acquaintances if you would prefer a different term…”

My father remained silent, he clearly was going through some strong emotions too, struggling to put them into words. I hadn’t seen him like that before, it almost felt like, he thought he had failed as a father for not noticing my discontentment sooner.

“I see,” was the first thing my father said after a long pause, it took him some time before he continued, “how did you do it? I don’t suppose they volunteered for it.” “I put something in their drinks,” I admitted, saying it out loud made me feel very ashamed.

“That’s very irresponsible, do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!” my father said angrily.

“I know, but you have taught me of how to dose sleeping pills, and I only gave them a very small dose, I never hurt any of them, I just needed them to be passed out long enough for me to…”

I hesitated, I probably shouldn’t go into more detail, I think he got the picture; “and none of them suffered any side effects.”

“You couldn’t have known that, you can’t just-”

“I know, I know, it was wrong and I’m sorry, but what’s done is done.”

“And what did you do with them?”

I went over to my closet and opened it, then I pulled out the three skinsuits, placing them all on the bed for my father to see. He was breath-taken and shocked as he looked at the display.

“You made three?”

I nodded.

“Have you- have you worn them?” “Not really, no, a few times at home, but not for long, I couldn’t risk you or mom walking in on me. And it’s not exactly like I can go outside wearing them, I’d risk running into someone, who knows them, or even worse – run into one of them. But I really wish I could have… tried to be someone else, if only briefly.”

My father seemed lost in thought, then he resolutely got up and looked straight at me, “then pack your bags, you and I are going on a little road trip.” I couldn’t believe his reaction, it was relief.

Becoming whole

Body a day - #28: Whole

This feel so right, I finally feel whole.

You lacked the brains, I lacked the brawn, but you were going places, I wasn't.

When I pressed my lips against yours, it wasn't a declaration of love, quite the contrary. You began to fade, while I became more real. I needed you to complete me.

I sucked everything that is you, right out of your mouth; Your strength, your confidence, your courage, your charisma, your looks – everything, until I had drained it all, and what remained crumbled to dust.

Your sculpted body will change my life, our lives. With your body shaping me, I’ll be taking your name as my own, as well as your clothes and all your other belongings.

For what it's worth I am sorry, but this world eats nice guys like me for breakfast, it's survival of the fittest, with your body and my mind I can get really far.

I am finally whole.

Final Goal

Body a day - #30: Pecs

The final entry in @max-the-many's challenge.

“Paul? Why?” those were Lucas’s last words before he collapsed on the floor, his hand still pressed against his throat, his gaze becoming vacant. I chuckle, “you really haven’t figured out yet? I’m not Paul,” I pinch my cheek and pull, making my face distort grotesquely as Paul’s face detaches from my own underneath. I let go and Paul’s face snaps back in place, restoring my disguise. There’s a brief expression of soul-crushing horror on Lucas’s face, but then it disappears as the sparks in his eyes fade.

“Paul was a really nice disguise, as was your other friend, Stefan, but they were just the means to an end,” I say gloatingly to the unconscious hunk on the floor, kneeling to stay level with him, “you were always my final goal!”

There’s no response, Lucas seems to be well on his way in the conversion, soon he’ll be ready to wear.

“All it took was a couple of bodysuits to get close to you, your friends will become part of my collection, but you – you are the crown jewel.”

I begin to undress, taking off Paul’s bike leathers, his undersuit and the rest of his motorcycle equipment.

I place my hands on Paul’s forehead and begin to push it backwards, causing his mouth to expand for my own head to poke through it. Feeling the air on my original face feels strange and weirdly unfamiliar, but I’m not staying like this for long, once I’m inside Lucas, I’ll never take him off again.

Slowly I squeeze out of Paul’s skin, struggling to get my body out of his. It isn’t exactly a graceful transition as I clumsily pull out of Lucas’s biker friend, then again nobody is going to know.

I let go of Paul’s skin, letting it collapse on the floor as I eye up my new possession: Lucas Wilson.

He’s ready. I lift up the hollowed-out skinsuit, that used to be Lucas. I was aroused and excited with making this my new permanent body, but I wanted to savour the moment. I strip Lucas, pulling off his clothes piece by piece, placing them in a neat little pile, smelling them as I remove them – it’s a musk, I can’t wait to make my own.

Stripped naked like myself, I admire Lucas’s beautiful and sculpted body, those gorgeous muscles, especially those pecs. And they are all mine!

I carry the Lucas-suit into his bedroom, technically it’s my bedroom now – almost. I place it on the bed, even when deflated and visibly hollow, this body still looks amazing.

I run my fingers gently across his impressive chest, his defined abs, (they aren’t exactly rock-hard, but they will be, once I’m inside,) his well-endowed… his thick thighs and calves. I also run my fingers down his massive arms, from his broad shoulders, to his toned biceps and triceps and big hands. Finally I run my fingers across his angelic, handsome face, distorted by the lack of a skull, but still beautiful. I’m insatiable and feel like I’m about to burst with excitement, I can’t delay this any further.

I grab Lucas and stretching his mouth wide open, I begin to slither in. It’s always such an indescribably arousing feeling to pull on a bodysuit. It’s warm, smooth and squishy inside, and I slid my feet in like I had done a few times before taking my time to get the toes in. I pull Lucas up around my legs, his muscular legs now back to life. I slip his ass over mine and I slip my own meat into his; and like pulling it on like a condom, it springs to life, perfectly reflecting how aroused I am.

I pull Lucas’s mouth further up my torso, making my flat and featureless stomach disappear, and be replace with Lucas’s sculpted abs. I keep pulling, so that I can get the pecs almost in place, then I plunge my hands into Lucas’s impressive arms. Stretching out Lucas’s mouth wide enough to pass my shoulders, I finally get the upper torso into place. Running Lucas’s finger across my wide shoulders, muscular arms and perfect pecs, I smile to myself, before I flex hard, the muscles respond flawlessly. They are ready to serve their new master. I look at my reflection, seeing my face one final time, I must admit, that this pristine body suits me, but I want it all. I then stretch Lucas’s mouth one final time to stretch it over my head, then I let go with a snap. It’s dark for a moment, but I soon open my eyes and see the room again through new eyes.

The second-to-last thing I have to do is to push Lucas’s facial features into place. Staring insatiably as my handsome features fall into place, the facial massage has done it’s trick, I pull a few faces, it’s perfect. “Looking good, Lucas, looking really good,” I say to the stud in the mirror with my new voice.

I rub my new pecs, I’ve dreamt of rubbing hands my hands all over them since I first saw them on Lucas’s social media, and now they’re all mine! I twist the nipples, each placed on a big slab of muscle. My muscles!

Finally I inject myself with another syringe, I am making this process irreversible. I am Lucas, now and forever. I have never tried this injection before, but it feels like I’m bubbling inside, binding with my new skin, I can feel my senses sharpen and I feel ‘more real’ than ever.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I laugh, a fiendish laughter expressing my sheer delight of my accomplishment. I rub my nether regions, not able to contain myself any longer and a chill rushes through me, down my spine as I climax satisfyingly. Not bothering to clean up the stains right now, and done with what would only be the first of many sessions of self-gratification, I walk out of the bedroom, where I left the Paul-bodysuit. I smirk to myself, then I grab Paul’s motorcycle leathers, the ones I arrived in, and begin pulling them on my naked body. I’m now bigger and stronger than Paul, so the suit is going to get tested to see if it can contain my new muscular frame. I had no reason to worry, the suit is a perfect fit. It looks even better on Lucas me, than on Paul. Lucas doesn’t have a lot of motorcycle gear, but I’ll make sure to change that, in the hallway I find Lucas’s own motorcycle boots and gloves, well, my motorcycle boots and gloves, both several sizes bigger than what I wore before, but now they fit perfectly on my feet and hands. Riding a motorcycle as Paul was incredible, but going as Lucas is going to be many times better, but it’s going to have to be a short ride for now, there’s so much else I have to do - to put this new body to the test. Pecs and everything!

The parody

His name was Johnny Zest, born John Landgraab, but that wasn’t a name he used anymore. His family disowned him years ago after he skipped out of school. Johnny wasn’t academical, at all, he was the class clown, and boy did he make them laugh.

Johnny was funny, and he was good at it, so he wanted to work on that instead. He wanted to be a comedian. And that is what he eventually became, much to his family’s disapproval. Not anything big, but enough to make ends meet, and usually just at the local comedy club. One thing he was particularly good at was parodies. Given a little time, he could change his voice quite convincingly. People were amazed with his parodies. He nailed it, they told him.

After a show one evening, a guy approached him by the scene after his performance, as the next set was being set up.

“Great show, dude” he said with a big smile. Johnny thanked him for the compliment.

“Do you think you could make yourself sound like me?” the guy asked. “Well, I’ll need a little time to see how your face moves when you speak, and of course get to know your voice…” Johnny began to explain, but he was cut off before he could elaborate further.

“Heh, it would be great, if you could. I could put you on my channel, you'd get tons of attention." The guy kept talking, but Johnny was beginning to zone out.

Then it dawned on Johnny, who this guy was… He had to be some sort of influencer.

Johnny didn’t recognize him, the guy probably wouldn’t like the fact, that Johnny had no idea who he was. And this guy seemed to be the kind of person, who wanted to be recognized.

So Johnny just played along, after all, acting was what he was good at.

"Hey, let’s take a selfie together, I’ll post on my channel. Then maybe you can get me some free tickets for your next show. Then you can show your impression of me." It wasn't until the guy had taken his selfie and shown the uploaded result to him, that he actual figured out his name: Jackson Ready.

His meeting with Jackson had made him realize something, he wasn’t just good at parodies, he was great at it… Maybe it was time to put it to use…

He began studying Jackson’s posts intricately, trying to absorb as much knowledge about him as possible. Learning all about his hobbies, interests, and most importantly; his behaviour. He had to admit that Jackson was pretty generic, nothing really set him apart. He just filmed other people doing stuff, and then made it all about himself. Johnny couldn’t see any justification in this guy’s popularity, but he wasn’t going to complain, after all he was planning on using it.

He practiced extensively Jackson’s voice and behaviour. He also spent hours on makeup to make himself look just Jackson; they were quite similar, which made it easy, and Johnny wanted to be sure, that he nailed it. In the following weeks, he did everything to try and become just like Jackson, and he was getting more and more accustomed to it.

Thanks to a shady individual from Strangetown, Johnny had come into possession of the device, that was going to subdue Jackson and take him out of the picture. With that he was now all set to put his plan into motion. His last show on stage. The prelude to his greatest performance yet.

He sent a message to Jackson, of course with a free ticket attached, as well as asking him to meet him backstage after his performance.

Johnny managed to get through the show. Jackson was sitting front row… and Johnny had kept a good eye on him, this was going to be wild.

“Hey, dude, you were great tonight - freaking hilarious.”

“Thanks,” Johnny said, his pulse was rising, he knew his window of opportunity was small, and it will appear in just a moment. “So did you think you could make an impression of me?” “Yes, I have been practicing quite a bit.” Johnny said as he led Jackson to the backstage room. “Cool, we can do a couple of short recordings, then I can post in on my channel.” “Excellent, dude!” Johnny said imitating Jackson’s voice. Jackson was visibly surprised. “Woah! You sound just like me, but wait till I have started recording.”

“Oh okay…” Johnny said with his regular voice. Having hid a little tube device in his hand, Johnny anticipated the moment. Jackson was way to occupied looking at his phone screen, seemingly trying to get a good angle as well as light. But his inattention was just, what Johnny had waited for.

Johnny injected the tube into Jackson’s neck, Jackson yelped almost inaudibly, before he dropped his phone and collapsed on the floor.

Not wasting any time, Johnny quickly pulled off Jackson’s boots, socks, suit, watch, cap and underwear, stripping him completely naked. Jackson had a nice body, Johnny already knew that obviously, but seeing it in real life was something definitely more satisfying.

He went over to the mirror table pulling off his fake soul patch, without it his chin was as smoothly shaved as Jackson’s. He then grabbed the wig and quickly put it on. It looked pretty convincing, but Johnny was intending to dye his hair as soon as possible, so he wouldn’t have to rely on the wig. He put in the contact lenses, he knew Jackson used them too, so nobody would notice. Then he began to apply the makeup, he had prepared in advance. He knew exactly what to do to make the disguise flawless. He admired the result in the mirror, his Jackson face was spot on.

He began to undress and threw all his old clothes into his “prop box”, there were actually no props inside the box, the box itself was the prop, but as long as everybody thought it was filled with props Johnny could carry out his plan with little worry.

He stuffed all his old clothes into the box, then dragged it over to the unconscious Jackson.

He lifted him with surprisingly little effort, he wasn’t exactly sure, what that injection had done to him, but he quickly folded Jackson in half and placed him in box, then he shut it.

He then looked at the pile of clothes, that was all that remained of Jackson. He put on Jackson’s damp boxers, keeping his arousal in place. Then the t-shirt and socks, also damp, Johnny enjoyed how they smelled strongly of Jackson, he could get used to that scent.

Then he grabbed the weird suit Jackson had worn, Johnny wasn’t exactly sure, what kind of motor sport you’d wear it for… if any. But Jackson didn’t do motor sports, Johnny knew that much. Nevertheless he thoroughly enjoyed slipping into the suit, it was warm and slick on the inside, it creaked softly as it covered his body. His hand slid down the inside of Jackson's suit, he pulled a couple of times, his arousal was growing. He needed to remain focused, time was of the essence. He wiped his hand off on the leg of the suit. There would be plenty of time for that later. He had to complete his transformation. He slipped on Jackson’s boots, they fitted perfectly. He slipped on his watch and finally he placed the cap on his head… backwards, just like Jackson had worn it.

He now looked just like Jackson did as he entered the backroom just a few minutes ago, nobody would be able to tell the difference, he looked at himself in the mirror, it was breathtaking.

He placed the box on its wheels and quickly left unseen via the back door. He retrieved Jackson’s car key from the inner pocket of the suit. He unlocked Jackson’s car and stuffed the box in the trunk.

The perfect act, from the world’s greatest parodist.