Chapter #4Face Swap! by: Dima   The crisp autumn air stung Liam's sunken cheeks as he lazily stuffed the corners of his polo into the edges of his slacks, leaving little to no signs of fixing for the wrinkles or awkward tightness around the waist before he went to work on taming his long brown hair into a pony that honestly would look better undone with all the frayed hairs and scraggly long pieces shooting on out from the scrunchie. "Fucking Liz, calling me in on the day off for an HR meeting, piss off..." He grumbled, the early morning sun deflected by the shade provided by the trolley stop's little canopy, "You can make it to work Liam, broken car or not!" He mimicked Liz's voice, or tried to, "We need to talk about your staring problem, you can't swipe off coco from the snack bar Liam, get your arse to work Liam!" He growled through his teeth while finishing up his pony tail, doing a double take of his belongings, from his employee clip on his chest to the holster for his scanner, "God why can't they all fuck off for a minute and let me be! Five years at the miserable place is a drag on the mind, the sticks in the mud, so what if I took a peak at an ass or two...maybe a lil' jerk off motion at Mona but she had it coming with the dress!..maybe mum should know her boy needs a break too the old church broad!" He shouted on out to the empty wind-filled street with a hallow howl of the breeze passing between the tree's branches around him.
Only receiving the initial response of a caw back from some crow perched up in the trees, like nature's fuck you back to the young man for disturbing it's morning slumber, "Ah, fuck you too then...fucking bird thing, wait do I even have enough fare to get to wo-" he mumbled under his breath and patted down his pockets, till a sharp clack to his right side lured in some of his attention.
"My, cussing about so early in the morning sonny, you shame the lord that way you know?" A low gutteral voice raised up from his side while he focused back down on his slacks to dig into his pockets as the air around him lost it's bitter smell of decaying leaves for that of sweet strawberry.
"Well the lord didn't go about his life without saying a single fuck, I find it hard to believe he didn't sin before figuring out he was the next hot shit." He said, the cussing drawing out a low chuckle from the figure beside him as he rooted around in his pockets some more to feel his phone, keys, and wallet which had no money normally. "I'm knackered, not a single penny for the trolley at all..."
His discovery received a soft pat on his shoulder from his guest, the sensation of a dainty hand contrasting the masculine voice pressing into his ear with a light bump of a hip against his own. "D'aww, little cussy boy out of cash now, eh? haha!" The deep voice chuckled and made Liam curl his fingers up inside his pockets, "Think of it as Karma for your behavior sonny, my mother would of had me switched for that haha!" The voice cackled making Liam sigh and roll his eyes before turning his head to look at the man taunting him.
"Look asshole, do you go around picking on those in a shitty mooooooooody hell on basket!" Liam shouted and jerked back, being clawed back into place with a firm squeeze of the pale dainty hand on his shoulder making him grab desperately at it's equally dainty wrist, "What...what the hell is wrong with you!?" Liam shouted in confused horror for what was before him...The voice of a man but a body of an angelic woman clad in an ash grey business suit that conformed to the shape of her body to the pair of decently wide hips and bubble butt hugged by a pencil skirt and a business top buttoned up midway to show off what ever bosom was on the woman...which wasn't all that considerable, while her youthful skin shimmered with a light coat of lotion. But what had Liam panicked beside her strength was the youthful skin breaking away at the chin and jaw line with a strange failure to merge into the dark wrinkled skin of a grizzled man with dull grey eyes and a snubbed nose leering up at Liam with an all knowing grin while the stubble on his face sparkled like a sea of salt and pepper.
"My sonny, you look like you've seen a ghost, has the karma and knowledge of your behavior filled you with regret and fear hahaha~?!" He chuckled heartfully while Liam jerked and skidded his walkers up on the concrete, "What is it about me that is bothering you? It can't be my hair, it's almost done up like yours!....unless you're blown away by my rear end haha!" She....he chuckled with pleasure, Liam's face twisting in confusion and horror as he felt his feet gradually rising off the ground.
"NO Lemme go you fucker, I'm talking about your face, your face... why is there an old man's face on your head. No, why are you so damn strong as shit!?" He shouted like a cornered rat while the woman shook her head before cocking it to the side with curiosity, eyeing up Liam.
He purred and yanked him in closer, "Ah...I was just teasing in hopes that you couldn't see my face, sonny...but it looks like this disguise means nothing if some dead beat like you can see the real me." He hummed and playfully tapped on the young mans blunted chin. "I should punish you, maybe actually swap you out with a juvenile if you love to swear so much buuuuuut..." He hummed and wrinkled his white haired brow."It'd be too much of a shame to not share this with someone who is also aware, rhetorical question but sonny, would you like to share this ability of mine?"
He purred and waited for Liam's response as her arm jerked about from him trying to swing his body weight around in her grasp, at least being polite enough to hear his objections, "Fuuuuuuck no, and fuck you freak, I'm gonna bash your bizarre head in like a bo-aaagh!?" Hi voice gargled as the hand holding him up let him go for a second to recover before both the woman's hands shot out and cupped Liam's cheeks, her fingers sinking into his skin with a hard throbbing sensation pulsing through his body, causing the lanky man's knee to shudder and weaken as he slowly lowered. Only being able to respond with shortened gasps while his eyes slowly rolled back.
"Aaaaah there we go...shhh, shhhh~. Just accept the gift son, accept it like I accepted it from my master." He softly spoke, looking around while leaning over to carefully let Liam onto the ground with each throb knocking his body with a sense of revitalizing energy and his mind with a horrid sense of fatigue as his mind wa wacked by the mental imagery of the man's wicked magic. "You'll love it, swap with anyone, become anyone...with some training of course. Now be a good sonny and take the gift, forget we ever met an-did you pass out?" He asked Liam, seeing his body shake with her fingers sunken into his face, unresponsive as his eyes twitched from being made to understand the power of face swapping...that is till the man pulled his fingers out of his face for his body to completely go limp. "Ah! Well...guess I underestimated how fast I can transfer the knowlege, well, see you around sonny and please mind your manners!"
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"Aye, Aye, Liam, you still kicking there?" A raspy voice filled Liam's barely conscious mind as his eyes opened up to the dull spotted grey skies above with a blurry hue blotching out the pink skinned portly figure leaning over him in it's cream colored cardigan sweater with a white button up poking on out from the collar and bottom. "Heeeey hey, there is the lad, what the hell are you doing on the floor you tit, did you get dogged out?"
The man asked Liam as he carefully lifted himself up with his palm reaching out and pushing up against the mans chest as the trolley beside them hummed and rattled, "Im awake, fuck, I'm awake Marcus you jackass...what time is it?" He mumbled with a ping of some change falling off his own chest as well as a flick of some papers drawing his clearing vision to see a few bucks and some change dropping off his own chest.
Marcus jerked back and rebounded with a slap on Liam's back. "Hey you ungrateful brat! be happy I checked up on ya, most drivers would of nicked off without checking on some passed out moron." He growled and rolled up his sleeve to gander at his watch. "Also, it's almost 30 minutes to seven, some lass was here but she straight up told me to stuff it and walked off after standing by your bod for a bit?" Marcus said, making Liam's face droop with a quick turn of his head.
'Lass...the lady, the lady man!? the lady with the man's face!?' He thought to himself while staring daggers at Marcus' bald domed head, "The lass, where did she g-ooogh." He winced and grabbed the side of his head, a hard throb pulsating from his cheek, a spectral voice reminding him. 'Swap'.
"Can't say for sure, has to be nice enough to leave money on you, probably thought you were a bum that got too pissed. Anyway, I can't fart around on one rider Liam, you gonna hop on or you heading home?" He asked, looking back at the trolley with some concern for his own timing, "I'd say you head on home, looks like you hit your head something fierce, less you ride on past work to the hospital?"
His words fell on Liam's ears, "Fuck home, my mother's nagging makes the headache worse, but work would too, g-give me a second..." He grumbled and he tried to power through a sight blinding flash in his right eye of two figures swapping their faces about and going on there merry way.
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