#lunay

Harvesting well-known personalities can be challenging. Not only do you have to find a way to have access, you also have to judge how much energy you want to invest in maintaining their lives.

When the opportunity came to score a reggaeton star, I jumped at the chance. When Lunay, entered the same airport bathroom I was in, I knew I found my next target. I had always been a fan of Lunay, but never thought in my wildest dreams I would have a chance to harvest him.

I peeked through the stall door to confirm it was him. Once I was sure my target was acquired, I locked the main bathroom door. I waited for him to exit the stall. As soon as he open the door, I plunged the syringe into his neck while he was still trying to button up his pants. A look of fear and confusion swept across his face as he stumbled backwards and hit the toilet. I didn’t have a moment to waste. I started stripping him of his flashy clothes before he was even empty.

If I was going to become him, I needed to hurry. I sat on the toilet and opened up the seam in his back and started to work my way in. First, I started with his legs, rolling them up until I hit the groin. Next, I worked my new uncut penis over my own. Then, I put my arms into his and watched as I fill up his tattoos again. Last, I reached for his face. I stare into the empty hole in the back of his neck, hold my breath and dive in. I am in his skin, but the transformation isn’t complete.

I struggled to get the seam, pulled together in his back. But as soon as the edge is touched, the sealing started. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure. The pain came from having your skeleton broken and reset to fit its new skin. The pleasure came in the form of a wave of new sensations. In a few moments, a decade melted away. I feel like I’m 24 again. I’m thankful for these stolen years in this stolen body.

The transformation was complete. For all intense in purposes, I am Jefnier Osorio Moreno better known as Lunay. I quickly put his clothes back on and threw my own in the garbage, I won’t be needing them any longer. I picked up his bag and exited the bathroom a new me. He had a limo, waiting outside the airport for him. It took me to his beachfront mansion outside of San Juan. A new body deserves new digs.

I spent the next day familiarizing myself with my new home and life. He arranged a little vacation for himself before being harvested. I have two months to not worry about recording contracts or shows. I’m free to live my best life as a Puerto Rican Reggaeton star, for a little while at least.

Those two months were a blast. Being this guy, I got invited to the best parties. I even threw a rager at my pad. I try to exercise some inhibition and not harvest my guests. I had my prize, and I wanted to enjoy him and live his life the best I could.

When the two months was over, I was a little sad to leave the life that I had grown used to. Luckily his first engagement was a show in Miami so I had the perfect excuse to get his skin back stateside. From there, I could shed his skin, pack it away and disappear into the night.

On my last day in the place that I had called home, I started to prepare for my departure. I went into his walk-in closet and packed a good portion of his wardrobe. When you harvest someone with style, such as his, you need to maintain that look. I made sure to tie up any loose ends in Puerto Rico that I could. I severed any messy personal attachments. I moved some of his money around. I’ll do anything to make sure I can have this body free and clear.

Lunay Honor