Ryan was freaking out! How was he looking down at his own body? Foam leaking out of his mouth, his eyes rolled back into his head. He recoiled backwards, running into some student’s and desks before he fell on his butt. School staff was rushing into the classroom now, attempting to remove the students from the room and revive his seemingly lifeless body. Ms. Smith from across the hall approached Ryan, still sitting on the floor, “Aaron, are you alright, honey?” she asked with a thinly masked panic in her voice, “look at me honey, not at Mr. Morris, come on lets get you out of here.”
Ryan was trying to get out an explanation of what had happened, but couldn’t form the words. “The blue juice” he stammered, “my body, what, why did it happen?” Ms. Smith rushed him down the hallway into the cafeteria with the rest of the students. “I’m Ryan Morris” he finally said with enough force to get her attention. Ms. Smith looked down at him with concern and sympathy. “Ohh dear,” she said, “you have been badly shaken. Sit down here and we’ll call your parents.” Ms. Smith sat Ryan down at a table by himself, “sit here and relax, honey” she ordered.
As soon as Ms. Smith left Ryan got up and went to the bathroom. He felt like he was going to puke. He made it to the sink and threw up. When he pulled his head up from the sink and looked in the mirror he saw the kind face of Aaron, a quiet, middle of the road student, looking back at him. Aaron was 13 years old, he stood 5’0” tall and had the average frame of a boy his age. He had light brown hair with brown. Ryan opened his mouth, the reflection in the mirror did the same, he raised his left hand and the mirror copied. Ryan was at a loss for an explanation. He had to get back to the liquor store and find out what was in that flask.
Ryan slipped out the restroom and the cafeteria taking up a quick jog towards the strip mall. Ryan could feel the youthful power of Aaron’s muscles, the energy that his young body possessed. In his own body Ryan would have been exhausted by now. After 25 minutes at a decent speed, Ryan was at the store, the old clerk sitting lazily at the counter. Ryan stormed in and the clerk smiled. “So you drank it?” he said amused, “and you survived.” Ryan was taken aback. “You, you?” he stuttered. “Yes I know its you” the clerk said, “you regretted you mistakes you wanted a fresh start, so I gave you one.” Ryan was speechless. “Your essence is now detached from your physical form” the clerk continued, “it will take some practice but you will be able to switch forms at will. Just make sure you’re not out of a body for too long or you will fade away.” Ryan was still speechless, when a police officer entered the store. The clerk waived him over, “I believe this boy is lost.” The Police officer had just received a report about a student missing from the school and collected Ryan and returned him to the Junior High.
When Ryan got back to the school his older brother, Mike, was already there waiting to pick him up. Ryan walked into the front office and his brother rose asking, “Why the fuck did you leave?” The secretary gave him a stern look for swearing. “I, I don’t know whats happening?” Ryan stuttered. “You see, he seems very shaken up,” the principal chimed in, “we thought it best he goes home today and maybe even tomorrow if need be.” Ryan was barely aware of what was happening around him, his mind fixed on what the old clerk had said. The principal and Mike talked a little more, he came back to the conversation just in time to hear the principal say that Mr. Morris had been taken to Memorial Hospital and were running test but that when he was taken from the school he was still alive. Ryan had to get back to his body and find out what had happened. Mike put his hand on Ryan’s shoulder and steered him out of the building towards the car.
Once in the car Mike talked a little to the person he thought was his brother. Ryan responded when he noticed he was being asked a question, but was actively planning on how he was going to get to Memorial Hospital. He was going to have to wait until night, if he made a break for it now they’d catch him and bring him back. So for now he’d play the part and blame any gaps in his knowledge on the trauma he’d endured. The arrived at Aaron’s families house, parked, and headed in.
Ryan figured his best bet would be to isolate himself in Aaron’s room. The house was average size, it clearly had more than a few bedrooms. This could a little complicated. Ryan headed through the kitchen and towards the stairs. Mike’s phone buzzed and he checked it. “It’s a text from mom” Mike declared, “she says I should make sure you have something to eat.” In a way that wasn’t so much a question as a command Mike asked, “are you hungry?” Aaron sat down and ate the sandwich Mike made. A handsome middle aged man in scrubs entered the kitchen through the garage, Ryan recognized him as Aaron’s father from parent teacher conferences. Ryan recalled that he was a nurse of some sort. “Hey buddy how are you doing?” he asked Ryan without waiting for him to respond. Mike asked if Mr. Morris was at his hospital, to which Aaron’s father responded he was, but that he didn’t have a lot of time.
Aaron’s father took Ryan by the shoulder and steered him into a first floor office and closed the door. “I was told that you got close to Mr. Morris and tried to help him” he asked, “I just want to do a quick check on you to make sure you’re not showing any symptoms. So strip down.” Ryan had always found Aaron’s dad kind of attractive, he was secure enough to admit that. While Ryan had always preferred women he knew a good looking man when he saw one. Ryan was taking too long because Aaron’s dad had started to help him unbutton. Ryan came too and did the work himself, until he was standing naked in front of the man who was technically his father.
Ryan also took the opportunity to examine Aaron’s body. Aaron was a typical middle schooler. He still had some of his baby fat, but his body clearly had potential. In a few years he’d be quite handsome. Ryan felt the warm latex covered hands of his father examining his nodes, opening his mouth, pressing different points, checking different reflexes. Finally examining the testicles and penis. Aaron was about as long as Ryan’s old penis but much much thicker. Thicker than it was long. Ryan started to get hard, the penis grew a little but not much. Aaron’s dad was clearly pretending that he didn’t notice what was happening, but quickly said “ok it looks like you’re good” and finished the exam.
Ryan got dressed. As his father told him to let him know immediately if anything seemed or felt wrong. As he headed out the garage back to work. Ryan wanted to get into the car with his father but there was no way. He’d just have to be patient. And in the mean time he could enjoy the perks of being Aaron.