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I was so excited when I entered that studio. This is where I was going to take all my classes of film making. For me, there was nothing that could compare to writing a story, holding a camera and bringing it to life. Since I was little, I always wanted to be a film maker but I knew that in this industry if you didn't have the contacts the chances of making it were pretty slim. That is why I follow my dad’s counsel, take a major that makes money, but still have a minor that you love. That is why I would become an Industrial Engineer with a minor in Film production. 

I would say that I loved all the time that I spent there; however, there was this teacher that gave me some weird vibes. His name was Ryan Morris and, I don't know, I always felt uncomfortable the way that he just stared at me in silence. I know that probably it is nothing but I couldn't deny the way that I was feeling. When he asked me to stay after class as he wanted to speak with me, I really didn't want to go. But I was just a student, so at the end I met the man at his office.

“Take a sit Noah”

“Sure. Mr. Morris, what do you want to talk about”

“Yeah, I want to be direct. You have a lot of talent. But I see that your plan is to pursue engineering?” He said as he put a very long necklace around his neck. 

“That is a cool necklace”

“Thank you”

“That pendant is very strange”

“Is a family heirloom… just focus Noah”

“Yes, sure” I said but I couldn't stop looking at the necklace. It was really nice and… there was something about it that I couldn't describe.

“I think that you have a lot of potential. You should think to have a major in communication studies”

“I appreciate the words sir, but…”

“But nothing. You know that this is your heart desire”

“I agree. I really love film production”

“I think you should be in front of the camera. Maybe be a reporter, an actor, or a model”

“I am not sure”

“Trust me. Let me coach you. I can guide you to be big in this industry”

My parents were a bit surprised, but accepting, when I told them that I was going to fully pursue a career in modeling. I know why they felt like this, I was never someone that liked being on a stage or being the center of attention. But hey, Mr. Morris was right, I have the talent and the qualities to be at the front. I took Mr. Morris’ word and I began to have weekly meetings with him. What did we talk about? Well… to be honest, not about a lot. However, I always felt that the meeting just lasted five minutes, but when I saw the clock I realized that one or two hours had passed. 

What everyone noticed is that I just revamped my whole lifestyle. I ate better, I went to the gym regularly and started to execute a more aggressive beauty routine. The results were clear and soon I started to send my curriculum to several modeling agencies. Sure, at first, I was hesitant of participating on a photoshoot to promote underwear, but Mr. Morris convinced me in doing it and I was so glad that I did it. I had a lot of fun and the pay was extremely good. Mr. Morris also convinced me to open a Only Fans account, the money was not as good as a modeling contract, but it was  another good source of income. 

I am not sure exactly how it happened, but Mr. Morris slowly transformed from being a teacher into being my associate. He managed my social media, finances and calendar. Obviously, I was super grateful for having him in my life.

“Take a sit Noah”

“Hey Ryan… what did you want to talk about?” I said as I sat in his office. 

“Give me one second” He said as he put on that necklace

“I never asked why you put on that necklace whenever I arrive”

“This necklace?”

“Yes”

“I never realized that. Probably out of habit, but Noah, don’t focus on the necklace, focus on my words”

“Sure”

“You have been good. You have done everything what I have asked”

“I do my best”

“But Noah… I have noticed something”

“What?”

“You don’t seem happy”

“But I am happy”

“No deep down… you are not. Let 's be honest. You hate modeling, you hate doing the diets, you hate going to the gym”

“But I… why am I doing all of that stuff?”

“Becouse many people depend on you, you don’t want to disappoint”

“Maybe you are right… never saw it like that”

“You are not my first student that hated himself”

“That is a strong word”

“But is the right word, right… don’t you feel disgust whenever you saw in the mirror”

“No… well… not sure”

“Don’t you ever wish to be someone else”

“Never have the tought… but yeah”

“Maybe you want a simpler life… not a model, not in the spotlight… maybe a teacher or someone that works as an admin”,

“Someone like you?”

“I didn’t say that. You said that… but think about it”. 

It was a weird conversation. The problem is that Mr. Morris knew me very well. That day I went to my place, I saw myself in the mirror and I hated every bit what I was seeing. Honestly, what am I doing with my life? I never wanted to be on the reflectors… I never wanted to be a model… So why am I throwing all my life into something that I do not enjoy? I have made a mistake, I really want to go back in time and fix the mistakes that I have made. I just wish to be someone else… I just wish to be someone like Ryan Morris. 

I am not sure how I got that body switching artifact, I really do not remember. It is as if someone listened to my prayers and it just showed up in my room. The only issue is that for it to work it required two people willing to trade their bodies. I was certain that I wanted to be someone else… but I was not certain that someone would want to be me. From my perspective, Ryan had the perfect life. Sure, he was a bit older and out of shape, but he had everything that I ever wanted, a simple life outside the reflectors, stability, and respect from his peers. I wanted to give it a shot. I told him about the artifact and I could only smile when he accepted to trade bodies with me. 

“This feel so weird” I said as I felt my new hands for the first time

“I know… I cannot believe that I am 25 years old” Ryan Muller, now inside my flesh, said as he walked around the office and put on that weird necklace

“Technically that is my necklace”

“No, it's my favorite thing… you will not keep it from me… right Ryan?”

“You can have it. Thanks for doing this Mr. Muller”

“Hey… don’t call me Mr. Muller”

“Yeah… I know you are the new Noah”

“New… what are you talking about”

“Well… we just switch bodies”

“Switching bodies… Professor Muller, you have stop drinking, if you say that people will believe that you are crazy”

“But… no… the talisman”

“That rock. A nice paperweight that I will keep” he said as he put it in his bag

“So… wait… I thought that we…”

“There is nothing like body switching. What would you say next, that this necklace had an hypnotic power that convince you of doing everything that I want”

“Is it?”

“No… you don’t believe in magic professor Muller”

“Yeah… magic… that is absurd”

“It is absurd. There are no switching medallions, there are no hypnotic necklaces. You have always been Mr. Ryan Muller”

“You are right Noah”

“By the way Mr. Muller. I am really grateful for all the coaching sessions. But I think that I need a different coach for the goals that I have”

“I see”

“But maybe I will call you later to see how are you doing”

“I will like that Noah”

I saw Noah walking away. He was my favorite student. I am really happy for him, I am certain that he will have a very successful career going forward. However, as he closed the door, I had this weird sensation in my chest… as if I had lost something important. Who knows… there is nothing else to do but prepare the materials for my next class.

I looked from afar as the police took away that homeless man. I heard some people whispering, calling him disgusting or lunatic, celebrating that there  was one less drug addict on the streets. But that couldn't be any farther from the truth. I never choose to live on the streets. It was one bad financial decision that snowballed me to this situation. Sure, I feel a bit bad for the guy that I switch bodies with. He was just walking around. I didn't know anything about him, there was no particular reason that I chose him. Just that I was desperate to try to get out of my situation and no one was willing to help. Well, I hope my story will be different inside this flesh. I promise you, I would not make the same mistakes.

“Hi Alex, what happened to your arm?” Amy asked me.

“This… this is nothing… just a scratch”

“You went for a long walk?”

“Yeah… I just needed some air”

“You were gone for almost six hours”

“Really? Wow, I really lost track of time”

“Have you seen Toby”

“He was heading home, right?”

She stared at me for several seconds. Then she walked away. She was clearly mad. She is a smart girl and was able to connect the dots. Yeah, she knows that I knocked out Alex in the woods and switched bodies with him. It doesn't matter if she knows the truth, no one would ever believe her that I stole the body of her soon to be ex boyfriend.

“Josh, why did it take so long? Are you feeling ok?”

“Do you know me?”

“Josh, stop joking around”

“Wow, you are a beauty”

“What has gotten into you?”

“Nothing… by the way… you said that my name is…”

“Josh.. what are you playing?”

“Josh, I like how it sounds… and you are”

“Alice. I don't like this game. I was really worried for you”

“Sorry babe. Don't get mad at me I am just fooling around”

Alice relaxed. She didn't want to go to a small remote European village. At the end, she had heard some horror stories about the place. She just panicked when Josh left to take a bathroom break that lasted almost half an hour. But now she was ready to leave the place. Sadly for her, Josh had been replaced by an old man… hopefully the new Josh manages the situation well or things will end badly for the young couple.

I saw from afar as Detective Carl Conan approached Vince, a low rank drug smuggler. We knew Vince very well… he was a guy that was a regular in the precinct. Still, he had a loose tongue, so it was pretty easy to get information about the bigger dogs.  I saw my friend talking with the smuggler. It seemed like a normal conversation. Honestly, we have done this so many times that I didn't think that I was needed for support. Really, Vince was not a dangerous guy.

However, the conversation quickly turned... bizarre. I saw that Vince pulled a weird amulet. It looked like a dream catcher. Then he collapsed to the ground. “Call an ambulance, I think he just has a drug overdose” Carl said to his walkie-talkie. I did so as my friend relaxed in a nearby car. He was clearly frustrated and very worried. But then a creepy smile appeared on his face. He started looking at his hands. He touched his face and chest in a weird way... It can only be described as extreme joy. Then he moved his hands under his pants and I saw as he stroked his dick. I should have said something. Is he getting aroused with the death of Vince. Absolutely not. Carl is not like that. Then, what the hell is happening?

images submitted by Anonymous for the Summer Season (2015)

Workout Take-Out (Continuation)

It’s been a while since I first discovered my wonderful ability to take over the bodies of gym guests, here at the KY Gym. My first five bodies are still living, lucky them, and I am still taking over victims as I see fit. Haha, get it? Fit? I’ve been dead for too long. But I might just get a second chance.

I browse on some of the commenter's account, some fit babes I would love to spend some times with. Hmmmm....they really make me chubbing up, this 7 inches boner is clearly begging for a release, but maybe I should just use the sultry chats I did with other girls for now as the base fantasy to release this sexual arousal from me

Aside from the dump I took and the jack off sesh, it was just yet another plain and rather quick shower. I guess I got desensitized by it, but seriously, it feels so mundane now. All those organic goodness or the fragrant soap and shampoo, the incredibly soft toothbrush bristles, not necessarily outstanding after you lived through it for most of the times.

I dried my hair with a hair dryer and then take a good look of myself in the mirror as I grabbed my hair and pose for the girls that commented on my latest post

"Just showered while looking at your pic,"

I add some flirty wink emoji and an eggplant emoji, and she replied with a laugh and showed her sweaty body

"Just finished my workout. Surprised that you are replying, to DM too,"

"Just tryna be nice to my lovely fans. Just got dressed, you should stop being so God-damn hot or I'll mess up my clothes,"

Without waiting for her reply, I just locked my phone and heads out. She'll certainly reply but I don't want to look too desperate or anything, girls are just side pieces anyway, not a priority.

I grabbed my suitcase and left my apartment. I locked it from outside and then head back to the first floor as soon as possible as I'm heading to the airport and my coach and the driver provided by the association has been waiting for me.

Again, not necessarily something exciting, so I distracted myself to my phone, chatting again with her.

"Bored as fuck,"

"Me too. Well, at least you are going to that tournament in Italy, right? I literally never left my home states,"

"Cali is big as fuck though,"

"Still. Isn't it nice, being able to travel all over the globe doing something you love?"

Okay, clearly she's restraining herself from making this a flirty exchange, so might as well ignore her. Listening to my coach talking to the driver and smelling the air inside this Benz that takes me to the airport, I did not feel envious at all about the life I lead as Giulio. Yes, I might be in my sweat-drenched Albanian bed, all day long staying inside my apartment doing nothing but busy with this console.

But not like anyone can tell that thousand of kilometres away, a controlled puppet of mine is looking like a normal 21 years old equestrian champ. And hey, at least I'm in control of my own physical movement while he's barely able to even put on his clothes until I made him do it. He might have the money from his rich parents, the fame from being a social media inspiration for many, or the dashing good look. But let me just emphasize that he's basically a lifeless husk of a man as I planted those nanite into him through that heat patch. They were fast-acting, quickly absorbed by people's skin and entered your blood system before the effect finally kicks in, taking over full control of the physical system before they could ever realize it.

I'm currently trying to develop a way to synchronize what my puppet experience as also my experience, despite me just laying around in the confine of my bedroom. Lucky for me that he's rich so I can make him transfer some paycheck (like what I did for the past few months) to me to finance the development of the project. And since he's going to Italy, maybe I should come pay him a visit and hand some "heat patch" so he can get some more body that have bloody amount of money that I can milk for my likings. It's a tough job already handling one puppet, but I believe I still have the bandwidth if the second body is not necessarily as high-flying or super sociable as Giulio over here. Or maybe I should expand the backroom work here by adding some crews who can control bodies of their own.....

I don’t get many requests from girls…. actually I think this is the first one… that I know of.

But sure I can swap your body with that of your roommates. I’m sure by the time you have worked out how to use his fat cock you’ll be three loads deep in his girlfriend and he’ll have only just stopped playing with his new tits. 

Though you’d want to vanish quick because he might freak out once he comes to terms with what happened. I’m sure with his hunky body you could find somewhere to crash, that is if you are up for cheating on your new girlfriend….. 

But… if you play your cards right you could end up with both his girlfriend and him (inside your body) as bed partners.

Frank and Sant here are two army personals that help new recruits settle into their barracks but recently Frank on the right was caught up in a fight which now he has to he punished.

He was sleeping off the night out he recently had and what he didn't realize was that he was about to be taken over by a new recruit.

The recruit looked at him in bed wearing only boxers as he dived into Frank's back. Nobody was there to witness it as now Frank is possessed by a new recruit.

Straight away Frank was exploring his body and new memories as he was now a hot soldier ready to train other recruits. That means many new hot hosts possess when he wanted, this was perfect for new Frank knowing that he already got a way to amend the mistake he made recently.

Oh look, there goes the Drifter. At least I’m pretty sure that’s him anyway. It’s hard to tell sometimes, what with how often he changes bodies. 

And off he goes again, riding around the city on that bike of his.

…Hm? What’s that? You’ve never heard of the Drifter? Well, I can fill you in on the story, but it honestly isn’t anything that special. 

The legend goes that the Drifter is this powerful magic entity with the ability to take over someone’s body. The way they talk, the way they move, once the Drifter gets inside you, he controls it all! Nobody knows how this power came to be, and supposedly not even the Drifter himself knows how or why, but the power exists nonetheless.

It sounds pretty scary, doesn’t it? To become a passenger inside your own body while someone else controls you from the inside… But don’t worry, the Drifter won’t go after ordinary people like you and me. No no, he has a specific audience in mind. 

Supposedly, the Drifter went through a lot of shit for being gay while growing up. He made it to adulthood on the hope that it gets better, and while it did for him, he knew that there were plenty of others just like him. Teens and adults alike. 

Then, after another assault incident happened, the Drifter apparently just snapped. He decided to fight back, and he did so by possessing any particularly aggressive or violent homophobic people he came across. He lives out their lives for some time, all while the possessed is aware of the fact. The Drifter hopes to change their perspective on sexuality. Sometimes it works, most of the time it doesn’t, but the Drifter keeps on trying anyway. 

And that’s basically the story of the Drifter in a nutshell. Did you like it? I thought it was pretty cool when I first heard it.

…Hm? How do I know so much about the Drifter? Heh… that’s a story for another day, my friend. Let’s just say we’ve gotten to know each other very well the past few years, and now I owe him a favor or two.

Well, anyway, it’s been nice talking to you, but I must get going now. The Drifter wants me to help him give the current asshole he’s possessing a little taste of the gay life, if you catch my drift. 

Apparently the guy’s a closet case, and the Drifter thinks he just needs a little push in the right places to start mellowing out. 

Hopefully we’ll get another chance to talk soon, my new friend.

Hm? My name? Mmm… call me Captain, it’s a nickname I’ve been using a lot lately and it just sorta stuck.

“Tyler, bro. I already said I’m sorry like a f*cking 1000 times! But I have no clue how to fix this.”

My real name is Mike. And up until last night, I was a 5′10″, 300 lb nerd working at a video game store. I spend my nights going to community college, and my days going to work. Oh also, I’m gay. No man has ever really liked me, so I spend my time on grindr not really finding anything. I had a huge crush on Tyler, a guy that worked at GNC across from me in the mall. He was so big and buff, but treated EVERYONE like shit. Even the customers! ugh. 

Anyway, last night I downloaded this new app “KarmaSwap”. Never really heard of it, but my coworker Brad HIGHLY recommended it. I decided to check it out at home on a friday night. I opened the app and made an account and the screen was blank except for a “Looking for compatible partner”. I fell asleep watching Rick and Morty.