“What was that?” Clyde asked. He looked at Craig’s hands. They look normal but they felt cold. Colder than the snow outside.
“Just something I found on the internet.” Craig said. There was no hesitation as he jumped towards Clyde. Like his hands, his whole passed through him. It felt like he was grabbing air. One moment he was looking at Clyde and the other, he was looking at the wall. Wide eyed and barely able to contain his frantic heart.
“I-” Craig croaked. His monotonous voice was gone. Instead, he had Clyde’s annoying nasal voice. “I’m Clyde.”
Craig stood up and went to Clyde’s room. He walked to the mirror and admired his stolen figure. He was controlling the school jock and he did not even put up a fight. Clyde undressed his school jacket and touched the abdominal muscles Clyde built over the years of playing football. He was sculpted from the bottom up, except for his face which retained its soft features.
Craig looked around him. There was so much to do with him inside Clyde’s body. He has fame now that he is a jock. Craig could also consider that he has a girlfriend now. He wonder what that feels like. And most importantly, he has the body of the most built man in their group. Over the past few years, he wondered the contents of his pants. Now that he is inside him, he could get the front view.
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