Witch Washed, Down Minded: Alex Crockford
For birthday boy @henrycavbsc 🎂
Part Two of Witch Washed, Down Minded
You breathed out a sigh of heavy relief. It was just Ben, who had been in the bathroom downstairs. His bedroom was further down the hallway.
“Oh. Hey Dad. I thought it was Henry running around up here…” He adjusted his backpack and frowned at you. “Why are you all wet? He asked.
You tightened the towel around your waist, stood a little straighter, and said “Oh… I just took a quick shower, son.” It was weird hearing Mr. Crockford’s deep voice and accent coming out of your mouth.
Ben frowned still. “ Didn’t we just get home? Were you in there for like only a minute or what?”
“I’m trying to conserve water, and so should you young man.” You replied, trying to role-play your neighbour and a father as much as possible. He looked back at you one more time with narrowed eyes before he slowly closed the door after him. As soon as you heard his footstep disappear and the door to his bedroom close, you quickly took off the towel and patted your chiseled body dry. It felt strange having so much muscles to dry. It was all so firm and still so unfamiliar. You wiped down around your abs, while staring in awe at how they chiseled in the light.
“Oh my god.” You moaned out as you rubbed the fabric against your instantly enlarged member. You could really feel the weight and girth of it, and that honestly only turned you on even more. You wiped the rest of your transformed body dry before you dropped the towel on the floor and walked over to the mirror.
“I-I’m really you Mr. Crockford. I’m Alex Crockford…” You grabbed a big handful of your athletic butt with both hands and looked down in awe at your beautiful girth. Not being able to stop you began thrusting your hips forward, watching as the veiny enormous manhood bounced up and down against your abs. The sight was too much for you, so you put your rugged hands around it and grasped hard. The pleasure that immediately coursed through you caused your abs to tense up. Load after load of hot Crockford batter erupted from your cock, spewing onto the mirror and your new handsome reflection.
“Fuck. That was amazing…” You said as you released the grasp around the manhood, leaving it still somewhat semi-hard.
You groaned as you saw the sight of yourself in the bedroom mirror. The handsome face of Alex Crockford stared back at you, his broad shoulders and pecs still slightly damp from the shower earlier, and his large hands and crotch area now covered with wet dripping semen. You looked over your shoulder into the mirror at his nicely shaped ass and gasped in amazement.
“I could really get used to this…” You admitted out loud that you were actually starting to enjoy this. Of constantly being in control of this gorgeous body and its amazing physique.
You saw the real Alex Crockford out the back window sitting in a chair reading a book in the shade. Good thing you hadn’t run into him yet.
You turned back towards the mirror and froze for a second. You just thought back on all that you had just done. You’ve not only jerked yourself off in the mirror while pretending to be your neighbour, but you’ve also tricked his son into thinking you were actually his father… You gulped. What was wrong with you. It was a bit odd, but you had to admit that a part of you was loving all of this. You always thought that stealing someone else’s identity was a very bad thing, but damn if all these sensations weren’t making you feel utterly amazing. No matter how you reasoned you couldn’t shake off the feeling that this was how you were always meant to be.
It was just too bad that tomorrow you would have to leave for college. There was still so many things you wanted to try out with Alex’s physically perfect body…
Wait. You couldn’t go back home or to college like this. You were going to need to use your magically washed clothes, but then again there was no way you could possibly make sure to always wear your own clothes lest you turned back into your ripped neighbour… “Think Henry, think… Wait! I’m not Henry anymore. I’m Alex. I just need Mr. Crockford to become me and I can do whatever I want with this body!”
You grinned wickedly. No more being weak and out of shape. No more being looked down on. No more being a nobody. You would be famous, handsome, and absolutely ripped. You would have everything that Alex Crockford had!
That was a splendid idea. All you had to do was trick your neighbour into wearing your freshly washed clothes and then get him to drink the Witch Wash, thus turning his default form into your original one.
Wait. Only… you didn’t know anything about Mr Crockford’s life, his bank account number, his birth date, or how to talk with his son Ben. You didn’t even know how to properly work out or coach other people. And of course your neighbour didn’t know anything about your classes nor friends. The consequences might be disastrous…
You then thought about the company who made the Witch Wash. Maybe they had a site with other products that could be useful. You slowly peeked out the window. Your neighbour was still sitting in the backyard reading, which gave you time to look around.
First thing first: the Witch Wash. You quietly tip-toed downstairs and found the detergent. Turning it around, under the natural ingredients and non-toxic labels, there was a small phrase: “Do you want to try some of our other Life-Changing Products? Just search for them on World Wide Witch Web!”
“World Wide Witch Web?” Seriously? You frowned. Well you decided to give it a try anyways. You picked up your phone from the counter and hid yourself inside a nearby closet. As you opened your browser and entered the website, it turned out to just be a plain black screen with a search bar that said “For Non-Magical Users” underneath it. You decided to not pry too much about it and punched in “Witch Wash” in the search bar. A bunch of search results appeared on the screen, so you decided to press on the one that looked the most promising: “Everything you need to change your life!” Clicking on it brought you to a vendor page. It seemed like a pretty normal website, but with the descriptions of the products being very odd. You even found the Witch Wash with its’ blinking slogan: “The wash for your clothes that will give you a total make-over!” You chuckled, it really did.
You decided to search for something more useful, so you clicked on “Product Search” and wrote Memory. A bunch of products appeared on the website, but only one of them immediately caught your attention. It looked like two skin/brownish swim caps attached together by a morbid hose, with the description: “Painful memories you want to give to someone you hate? Important memories you have forgotten and want to recover? Search no more! The Down Minder is what you are looking for! Now comes with an App for your phone to operate. Just put the caps on yourself and the other person and then use the App. Push the buttons and let the magic do the rest. Now with even more padding and reprogramming functions like-” You didn’t need to read more to know that this was exactly what you were after. You put the Down Minder in the shopping basket.
The second problem was to find something to put your neighbour to sleep. There was no way he would want to put on the Down Minder just like that and let it run its full course.
“Hmm… let’s see… something for sleeping.” you murmured in Alex’s voice. You adjusted your position slightly, causing you to look down for a quick second. Your neighbour’s perfect pecs, well your pecs now, shone beautifully from the phone light. For the longest time that aspect had always been your favourite part of your neighbour… that is until you saw all that he hid underneath. As before, you almost thought about groping yourself but managed to maintain your cool. At least for now.
Among various items to help someone with sleep disorders you finally found the perfect item you were looking for: “Poppy Powder - Do you want to prank some of your friends? Just blow the Poppy Powder on their faces and watch as they fall asleep. Immediate results! Induced sleep may last for two hours. Can cause effects of nausea, headache, amnesia-” Into the basket it went.
Making sure you had everything you pushed the button to process your order. The sight of the total cost caused you to almost jump out of the closet. It was basically everything you had on your saving accounts. Every cent you had ever saved for your new console. You hesitated for a brief minute, until you realized how stupid you were. If everything went smoothly you would have full access to Mr. Crockford’s bank account. You could take out and use however much money you wanted, since it would be your money.
With a grin on your face you wrote down the information and put in your neighbour’s address instead. You could even specifically tell them where you would like it to be delivered so you wrote: “Upstairs, second window to the right.” The moment you clicked accept and the order was confirmed, you heard a loud knock outside the specified window. Poking your head out you saw a small drone hovering outside with a package. You were amazed at how fast they worked. But at this point there wasn’t much that could surprise you. You quickly grabbed the package and closed the window, before the drone flew away.
As you were about to open the package, you suddenly heard a knock on the bedroom door.
“Dad, what was that sound?” Ben peeked inside, seemingly surprised.
“Oh. Just dropped some weight on the floor.” You cleared your throat, still feeling slightly unfamiliar with using Alex’s voice.
“Oookay… Well, I’mma head out and meet some of my friend. Is it okay if I take the car? I promise it won’t be scratched like last time. Please.” Ben frowned at you at first, but immediately shifted into pleading with some puppy eyes.
“Uh… yeah sure. Just… be safe…?” You had no idea how to really answer that, so settled with the easiest choice. Not only that, it would leave you alone with Mr. Crockford which was perfect for your plan.
“Thanks dad, you’re the best!” Ben said, showing you a big toothy grin before leaving with an affirming nod. You heard his footsteps down the stairs and then the engine of the car turning on and leaving the driveway.
Finally, you could go back to work. You turned back and opened the package, finding inside a sealed pouch with the “Poppy Powder” written on it and a bigger box with the Down Minder inside. It was really odd, like it seemed to almost be made out of real skin, and the inside of the caps had some sort of glue or sticky texture applied to it. There was also a small piece of paper with a link on how to download the never before heard App. You managed to quickly install it on your phone just as you heard Mr. Crockford call out.
“Ben?! Did you take the car without my permission?” He yelled out, with an irritated tone in his voice. It was the first time you had ever heard your friendly neighbour like that, and it honestly scared you a bit.
You froze for a second, before realizing this was your opportunity. Opening the pouch with the Poppy Powder, you took a handful of it in your palm and gave it a slight sniff. You immediately felt drowsy.
Trying to disguise your voice and making it sound slightly more like Ben’s, you shouted down the stairs: “Dad, I think it was Henry! Can you come upstairs for a moment. I think he left some kind of letter in your room.”
“Ben? Your voice seems strange, did you catch a cold?” You could hear your neighbour ask, as he hurriedly began climbing up the stairs.
It was now or never. You grasped the powder in your hand and hid behind the door. Seconds went by as your heart pumped vigorously inside your new bigger chest. Your neighbour’s silhouette finally appeared inside the room. You slammed the door behind him, causing Alex to turn and stare at you in shock and bewilderment.
“Y-You’re me!” He stammered.
You didn’t waste any time and blew the powder on his face. He closed his eyes for a second, then a wide smile appeared on his face, before his eyes rolled back. He started staggering forwards before face-planting straight onto the floor, giving the floorboards a loud shake with his heavy body.
“Wow… This thing should be on the market.” You say amusingly, before looking down at your handsome neighbour. “I sure hope he didn’t hurt his head though. I’m going to need that.” You think while scratching your head.
Time to get to work. You picked up the Down Minder and gently inserted one cap over his head, carefully making sure it fit right. You then adjusted the other one on your head, realizing they felt really tight around your head. After finishing the preparations you started the App. Some bright green text with “Secured” appeared on the screen, with a big button underneath it. You clicked on it, and as soon as you did a sort of vacuum pressure built on top of your head. It was so tight, and almost felt like someone was pulling your hair off. Then the screen began blinking a few times:
“Subject 1: Alex Crockford. Subject 2: Alex Crockford.” You smiled. Nice. Not even the App could distinguish you from your neighbour. You clicked on the Subject 1 and some folders began to appear on the screen. “Childhood, College, Marriage, Family, Career, Working Out”. It was safe to assume that Subject 1 was your neighbour. So that meant you were Subject 2. You scrolled through the options that appeared underneath Mr. Crockford’s files: “Transfer, Modify, Destroy”.
You decide to go with “Transfer”. And from Subject 1 to Subject 2. A pop-up then appeared asking: “Select a Memory File, or Download all?”
You thought about your options for a second before realizing you didn’t have any time to waste. Who knew when Ben would be back or Alex woke up? So you immediately mashed the “Download all” button, completely ignoring the warning pop-up that appeared for a brief second.
Nothing appeared to be happening at first, so you began wondering if this thing really worked. That’s when you noticed that the cap on your neighbour’s head had begun making a sort of “sucking” motion, like a plunger. It even sounded the same as one.
“What the…” You managed to say out, when this sudden pressure began on top of your scalp, like something was being forcefully pushed into your head. There was a flash inside your head and for a moment you saw a memory of Mr. Crockford’s face looking at you and blowing some powder on your face. Another flash and now you’re in the backyard reading a fitness magazine that you recently bought. A third flash and you’re organizing the groceries in the kitchen and checking your diet plan.
“Holy shit… It’s working!” You exclaimed loudly. You were actually downloading all of Alex Crockford’s memories! For every second that passed, the contractions began to pull and push stronger on both yours and your neighbour’s head. Another flash again and you’re on the sofa laughing with Ben and eating some low-calorie ice-cream with him. A second flash and you’re sulking on your bed thinking about your wife that passed away. You had really underestimated how much memories were being transferred into your mind as every single moment of Mr. Crockford’s life were pouring straight into your head.
“Jesus.. this is way too much for me to take in, in one single session… ” You immediately regretted your choice. At this point your whole body began shaking as the caps continuously sucked out your neighbour’s memories and dumped them inside your head. Now you’re on your wife’s funeral, you’re moving in to this house together, you’re in the hospital watching her give birth to Ben, you’re rigorously working out and bulking up like crazy.
“I d-don’t know if I can… go on…” You feel yourself weak and losing control over your own body, which caused you to stumbled back and land on your ass. Using your meaty hands you tried desperately to grab and remove the pressuring cap around your head, but to no avail. “S-stop… it’s… too much… ugh…” You managed to groan before your eyes rolled back.
You’re in college where you finally become your own person, then in high school where you miserably joined a clique, then middle school when you were bullied for being small and weak. Scenes of your childhood with your mother and father flashes before your eyes. You had to take long deep breaths between each group of memories, as you watched yours and Alex’s body shake vigorously during the whole process.
And then it stopped.
“Woah… that was one hell of a trip.” You could finally breathe normally again. That was it. You now possessed all of Alex Crockford’s memories. Every single moment of his life, all in your head. Weirdest part was seeing them all from his eyes, and feeling his emotions during those specific moments. It was totally crazy… and pretty amazing.
A beeping sound came from your phone saying “Transfer Complete.” But you already knew that. You could easily pull out his bank account number, and even tell exactly how many pull-ups he could do in one minute. Only problem was that your head almost felt a little bit too full and heavy. Not weird though since you currently had two whole sets of memories. Thankfully you would fix that soon enough.
“Now then, time to give Alex my memories and a change of clothes!” You exclaimed with a laugh. Carefully removing the caps, you quickly ran back down and recovered some of your washed clothes from the machine. You made sure to grab the Witch Wash as well. As you ran back up though you realized how weak the entire procedure had left you. Thankfully your stronger and more muscular legs helped carry you all the way back into the room. As you entered the bedroom again, your neighbour was still on the floor snoring deeply. It was kind of endearing, but also made you think out loud: “Will I also snore like that from now on?”
Not wasting any time you immediately began undressing your ripped neighbour. Before with your old body, it would have taken a while to lift him up and remove his clothes, but now you could easily lift and turn him around with ease.
You get caught up staring at his limp yet still large member for a few second, as his marvelous nude body was on full display to you. As much as you wanted to touch, squeeze, and taste all that laid out before you, you also knew you didn’t have much time. Instead, you ended up just stroking his cheek and giving his lips a slow sensual smooch, knowing it would probably be the last time he would ever own that face again.
You slowly put your former socks on your neighbour and observed after a few seconds that his feet and ankles were slimming down. When they were small enough you could finally start pulling your old jeans onto him. The entire process was odd. It was like he was deflating, like an air balloon with a small puncture. As soon as you buttoned the jeans up, his once firm ass, hips and waist receded to basically nothing. Also, since you hadn’t put any boxers on him underneath you saw the big lump around his crotch area slowly disappear. The sight of it causing a stir in your nether region, as in a way it felt like you had stolen his crown jewels and put them on yourself.
You did the same with his upper body, pulling over his head one of those ugly jumpers your aunt had given you last Christmas. Like with the jeans, his muscular arms and chest began deflating quickly till they were loose inside the big jumper. A few rubs on his large hands and they too shrunk in size. There was only his head left, but you felt yourself torn over having to lose his handsome face for your former one. You almost contemplated not doing it, until you looked up and saw the mirror across the room. How stupid were you? You could still see his handsome face and beautiful eyes whenever you wanted, because you now had them. They all belonged to you now, and all you needed to do was stand in front of a mirror and and you’d see them reflected back at you. Your Alex Crockford face.
There was no hesitation in you now. You immediately grabbed his head and put one of your old baseball caps onto his head. Slowly but surely his ears, his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, and finally his mouth morphed into yours. Even his stubble receded and his hair colors darkened. A few more minutes after and your neighbour looked like an identical copy of your former self. Normally it would’ve been bizarre to see yourself laid out on the floor, but since you already had a different set of memories it was almost like you no longer associated yourself with that body anymore.
At last, you opened you old body’s mouth and tilted it slightly backwards, before pouring a spoonful of the Witch Wash down your doppelganger’s throat. A gurgling sound came from his stomach telling you it was done. You had not only turned yourself into Alex Crockford and turned him into your former self, but had done so permanently.
The last step was using the Down Minder again. Slapping the caps in place and turning on the app, you immediately began grinning. It now displayed Subject 1 as Henry Cavanaugh and Subject 2 as Alex Crockford instead. Just to make sure though you clicked on one of the files attached to Subject 2 and saw a few sub folders with things belonging to you, like your professor’s name or your favourite video game. Confirming it was really yours, you selected a few folders and dragged them over to Subject 1. You were going to take it slow this time, by only transferring a few memories at a time. The caps began to pull on your head, and once again it felt like someone was trying to pull on your hair. The process wasn’t painful, just very… bizarre. This time around you were ready for the shaking and “pumping” motion, though you still had to tense most of your muscles and stabilize yourself on the floor.
As the first set of memories were transferred over you felt yourself slightly light-headed, and like there now was a small hole in your memories. You tried to recall your old high school days, like your professor’s name, your classmates, and your favourite school subject. You truly couldn’t remember a thing about it, just a big blank space where it used to be, which was quickly filled out with memories of Alex Crockford’s life instead.
“Phew… that wasn’t as bad. Not that I’m going to need those memories anyway.” You say, slightly winded. You then proceeded to transfer all the memories of your school days, along with your childhood, into your old self. Then came your family and your friends. You were just about to transfer the memories of you interacting with Mr. Crockford and his son Ben… when you suddenly realized doing so would most likely make you lose yourself completely in your neighbour’s memories. “Thank god…”
Instead you choose another option which basically “Copied” the memories over to the unconscious Alex. You spent the next fifteen minutes choosing and selecting which specific memories to completely transfer over and which to only copy. By the end of the session only your core memories and your memories of Mr. Crockford remained. The rest were of the memories which you had transferred over earlier. It was like a hard drive which consisted of 90% Alex Crockford and 10% of your original self. You hoped that were enough to retain your sense of self.
Once the Down Minder had finished vibrating and pumping, and a pop-up on the phone screen showed it was now safe to remove the caps, you were ready to see if everything had worked out. You stashed the Witch Wash, the Down Minder, and the pouch of Poppy Powder into a box and hid it inside the closet of your bedroom. You stopped for a minute to smell the clothes, relishing in that everything inside there now smelled just like you and would fit you perfectly.
That’s when you remembered the Down Minder App on your old phone. You had to delete it. So you took the phone and went out of the room, and while you delete the App from the phone you found Alex’s phone (now yours) on the kitchen counter. Sure enough you easily unlocked the phone using facial recognition, not that it mattered since you already knew the password to it anyway.
Once every evidence of what had occurred for the last 30 minutes was tidied up, you went back to your bedroom to see your former body beginning to come to. You don’t know what came over you but you immediately found yourself running over to help him up.
“Henry! Are you all right?” You put your muscular under his and easily heaved him up from the ground. A weird feeling of worry came over you as you spoke to him.
“Huh, Mr Crockford? Ouch…” The new Henry raised his hand to his head. “My head. It’s like it’s burning from inside…”
“Let me see,” You said, putting your hand on your former self’s forehead. “I don’t see anything. You must’ve hit your head or something.” You told him, while turning his head back and forth to check for any scratches. Even though you knew there weren’t any.
“Huh… I guess…” Henry said, before looking up at you and giving you a very confused look. He then turned away as his cheeks began to blush. “I-I’m fine. I just need a glass of water and maybe to sit down for a while.”
You decided it was your chance to test out how much he truly had become your former self. So you pulled out your phone and looked at him. “I think it’s best if I call your parents. You know their numbers?”
Henry looked up at you again, this time with a slightly less confused look and nodded. He then proceeded to count out your mother’s number… but stopping with the last number because he couldn’t remember if it was a 9 or a 6. Somehow you knew that was the exact same problem you used to have. With a smile on your face you helped him down into the living room and then left for the kitchen to call his mother. After explaining the situation to her she promised she would be home as soon as possible to look out for her son.
“Your mom is on her way, and she’s glad you weren’t seriously hurt or anything. And so am I. Here, drink this.” You told Henry as you walked back into the living with two mugs of water in your hands. You also pulled out your former phone and handed it to him, telling him you found it in the kitchen.
“Thank you Mr. Crockford. I promise you I’m fine.” He told you, before taking a sip of the water. “Is this mineral water of something? It takes kinda… minty.”
“Sort of. I added some supplements into it which helps with dehydration. Hope you don’t mind?” You lied and burped at the same time. Obviously you had added a bit of the Witch Wash into the water that you both drank. You didn’t know how the magical detergent really worked so you had to be sure. After all, you weren’t planning on losing this body and life anytime soon.
“No, it’s great. Thanks for looking out for me, Mr. Crockford.” He said, but quickly found himself blushing as he looked at you.
“Don’t worry about it kid! You know, with how often you come around here it’s almost like your my son.” You found yourself telling him as you reached forward and ruffled his hair. “And call me Alex, okay? You make me sound like an old man ha ha.” Chuckling while patting him on the shoulder, another unfamiliar feeling rose inside of you. You felt yourself concerned over Henry’s health, like your fatherly instincts kicking in. You wanted to take care of him and protect him, even though you knew he could fend for himself perfectly fine. Maybe you had pushed the Down Minder a bit too far… and this was the side effects of absorbing all of Alex’s memories at once…
“T-Thanks Alex! But I really should get going now. Gotta take the laundry back before the others get home.” He suddenly stood up and embraced you in a warm hug. You could tell he was sniffing your shirt and you felt something slightly poking your leg, but you decided not to pay it any mind. He was a young adolescent after all.
“Ok, ok, just go. I already folded them before I found you unconscious so they’re ready to go.” You gave him a few pats on the back before he released you and ran towards the laundry room. “And say hi to your mother from me!”
He turned around briefly to give you a nod before disappearing into the other room, finally leaving you all alone in your new house and new life. You stood there and pondered for a second, while giving your own pecs a few pleasurable squeezes. You were finally free to do whatever you desired, free to experiment with your new body, free to sleep with anyone you wanted.
As Ben had taken the car, you decided to take a trip to the nearby gym and try your new body out. You couldn’t wait to have everyone there drooling at your perfect body, and perhaps find someone in the changing room willing to give you your first test drive. Grabbing a few clothes and your sports bag, you also found your wallet and ID card close by and shoved them all inside the bag. As you walked towards the entrance you stopped briefly in front of the hallway mirror to give yourself a cheeky smile and big bountiful flex.
“Time to start my brand new adventure as Alex Crockford!”
— A few hours later —
You just came back from the gym and had an amazing time there. Gym-goers were gawking at you and fans were asking you for autographs. Also, it was an amazing feeling to be pulling a bunch of weights around with ease and feeling the endorphins coursing through your stronger and more muscular body. Best part though, was when you managed to get a younger hunk to suck you off twice in the showers after having flirted with him during the entire work out. He even gave you his number and made you promise to call him again tonight.
You just came back from the gym and had an amazing time there. Gym-goers were gawking at you and fans were asking you for autographs. Also, it was an amazing feeling to be pulling a bunch of weights around with ease and feeling the endorphins coursing through your stronger and more muscular body. Best part though, was when you managed to get a younger hunk to suck you off twice in the showers after having flirted with him during the entire work out. He even gave you his number and had you promise to call him again tonight.
“Damn young people sure are insatiable…” You unconsciously said out loud, as you walked upstairs to dump the stuff in your bedroom. There was no way you could go for a third time already. You weren’t as young as you used to be, and the years just kept going by faster and faster. It felt like your 38th birthday was just yesterday…
Hold on, you weren’t actually 38. You just have the body of your 38 year old neighbour! And all his memories as well. So many memories…
You groaned and brought a hand up to your head as the weird feeling from earlier today returned. This again? The weird feeling got worse, and you winced as you tried to will it away. For a few minutes it worked as you managed to throw your clothes in the washing machine and walked upstairs to check in on Ben. He was busily finishing some assignments for his classes, so you left him be and headed towards your bedroom.
Suddenly you were being bombarded with memories of meeting yourself. Jarring enough when you still remembered your real self, but even worse was all your remaining Henry memories clashing with them to create a sort of… What would you even call this? Double life experience? It felt like you were two people at once.
The disorientation was back. It was a struggle to walk straight as you stumbled to your room. But it’s also not really your room, it’s Mr. Crockford’s. But you’re Mr. Crockford. But you’re not, not entirely. But you mostly are. But you shouldn’t be. But, but…
The bed brought some relief; standing up was getting more difficult by the second. That ever persistent feeling grew, both in strength and distinctness. It was fuzzy, like you were on a sedative or something. Thoughts turned foggy and hard to grasp. Memories shoved them aside. Your neighbour’s memories of yourself barraged you once more. Helping yourself, looking at yourself, talking with Ben about yourself, feeling protective about yourself, everything. Everything.
“But…I’m Henry…” You protested weakly. Ignoring the subtle hint of uncertainty in your voice, you mustered what focus you could to counter with your Henry memories of the same events. “I’m…Henry,” you said again, this time managing a bit more conviction. Yes, you were Henry Cavanaugh, not Alex Crockford. No matter how much you’ve changed yourself, you were still supposed to be Henry at the end of the day.
As if in retaliation to your defiance, Alex’s memories turned to ones of you as a young child. Memories you couldn’t recall as Henry. Little Henry playing on the lawn next door…
No, you were little Henry! Or you used to be. Right?
“I’m Henry… Right?” The certainty you had before was starting to wane. Why was it waning? You woke up as Henry, turned into a copy of Alex Crockford thanks to that Witch Wash stuff, then made that duplicate body your own and swapped forms with Alex, becoming him. So sure, following that logic it could make sense to say you were Alex- you were your neighbour now. But you weren’t him this morning, so you’re not supposed to be him. Even though you were the one with all of his memories. Mr. Crockford’s memories. Alex’s.
“I’m not… Alex? But I have his memories, and his amazing body… No, it’s my body. Right, mine. Alex’s. No, no! I’m Henry! I was Henry! But now… I’m not? No, I still am! A little bit. Just barely. Nowhere near as much as I am Alex…”
As if to prove that last point, more memories rushed through your mind. Of your wife Sarah, and your son Ben. They were calling you Alex and Dad, never Henry. But Henry’s not Ben’s Dad while Alex was, so that would make you Alex. Makes sense.
No… No…
Desperate, you summoned up all the Henry memories you could find and tried to wedge them into your forced recollections. They felt like a small fish battling a mighty tide, but you resisted all the same.
Said resistance didn’t hold up. All the memories of living in this house with your wife and son pushed it back. Gritting your teeth, you tried thinking about your Henry memories harder, but the fuzziness in your head got in the way. Your grip on them was weak.
And then the other memories came flooding in. Love found and lost, friendships with other Influencers, work, college, high school, middle school, even elementary school. None of them as Henry, all of them as Alex. Because you were–
But you were–
You were…
You…
Who were you…?
The last thing you felt was a throb in your head, then all went black.
…..
….
…
Your eyes fluttered open as you slowly returned to awareness. For a moment you laid still. You were laying on something soft. A bed? It felt like one. But it was weird; you’re supposed to lay in beds, not on them. Why were you–
Oh, right. You passed out. Why did you pass out?
You continued to lay there, unmoving, staring off into space without actually looking at anything. Let’s see, you passed out because… Ugh, it was too hard to think. Your head felt weird and fuzzy.
Wait. Your head.
That’s right, you passed out because your head felt weird. And it felt weird because of, of… memories. Yes, and those memories were at odds with each other because some of them weren’t yours.
The fuzziness began to clear up as you started tracing a path back through yesterday’s events. You passed out from conflicting memories flooding your brain. Before that… Before that, you were checking in on Ben, which came after a trip to the gym. And you were at the gym to test out your body. And you were testing out your body because it was brand new. Because you had stolen it from your neighbour? Yeah, that was what you remembered happening. But how did you do that again? Oh yeah, special laundry detergent.
With your head now almost clear, you felt brave enough to move. You rolled from your side onto your back, your big muscles helping you along. You pushed your hands down on either side of you and raised yourself to a sitting position. You grunt with effort, letting out a distinctly gruff and manly voice. Were anyone there, they would definitely think you’re a real man. And you were. Now.
But you weren’t before.
It’s all came back to you now. You woke up yesterday a teen, Henry Cavanaugh. You got stuck doing the family’s laundry, got your feet wet, put on your handsome neighbour’s socks, then his clothes, realized you were turning into him, and put on whole bunch of his clothes and turned into an identical copy of him. Then you drank the detergent that made it all possible and became a permanent body double, so when Mr. Crockford got home you panicked and just straight up swapped bodies and lives with him. Now you were Alex Crockford with Alex’s memories and he was you with your memories. And the only things keeping you from forgetting were your memories of yesterday and a handful of the ones kept from your original self. But that was still enough for you to say, with full confidence…
“I’m Henry Cavanaugh.”
You basked in the certainty of your declaration for a moment, then let out a huge sigh of relief. “Or I’m supposed to be…” You frowned, and shook your head. Thinking like that was just going to make your identity crisis come back.
Anyway, once that was settled, you took stock of the room. Mr. Crockford’s room, Alex’s, now basically yours. There was barely any light peeking through the windows. You glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 5:22 AM. Plenty of time to work out a plan of action before the day started. The obvious objective was to revert yesterday’s changes. That’s what you wanted, right? Right?
Actually, no. That was not what you want. It was the complete opposite.
You began to run your hands all over your physically perfect body. Yes, your body. It was an exact copy of Mr. Crockford’s but it was still yours. Your meaty legs, your chiseled abs, your juicy pecs, your handsome and angular face, and your piercing green eyes. And with no one else around to be Alex Crockford, you and you alone would fill the role of the fitness hunk. And you were not even daunted by that. On the contrary, you were excited and ecstatic about it!
A grin grew across your face as you looked at your powerful hands like they literally held the power of your new position. You would still have to be responsible, of course. Pay the bills, put food on the table, handle your clients, all that stuff. But that shouldn’t be difficult; you’ve got all his memories to fall back on. You could live his life forever, and even make some well-deserved improvements. Like come out as bisexual and find yourself a new hunky partner to introduce to your son Ben.
Of course, those were just secondary reasons. Being honest with yourself, you just really wanted to enjoy being the only Alex Crockford. You could have stopped the transformation at any time. Even becoming a permanent doppelganger of him could simply be undone by wearing some of your old Henry clothes and drinking the Witch Wash. But you hadn’t even tried to do that. In fact, it hadn’t even crossed your mind until just recently. Why go back to being boring old Henry now when there was so much you could do and experience with this new body and life of yours? Grow your hair out, bulk yourself up, or even start an OnlyFans where you could worship yourself daily.
But it was not without problems. It was clear from yesterday that you would constantly be at risk of getting too into your new identity. Or perhaps it would more accurate to say assimilated by it. Your mind was now home to every single memory of Alex’s thirty-eight-year life, with only a select handful or two of your original self’s memories as counterbalance.
You took a few deep, calming breaths. “It’s okay,” you told yourself. “I remember I’m Henry. As long as I don’t forget that, I’m fine. In fact, all the new memories I’ll be making can help with that. Memories of me Henry, living as Alex Crockford.” And it was true. The more new memories you made of yourself as Alex, the easier it would be for you to accept and assimilate yourself with your new perfect identity.
Having sufficiently assured yourself, you stood up and undressed yourself in front of the mirror. With a content smile on your face, you began running your hand all over your perfect naked body and squeezed every inch of muscle on yourself. You squeezed your member hard while running a tongue across your bicep, finally ready to create new memories as the one and only Alexander Robert Crockford.
The End… of Your New Perfect Beginning
