Aside from being a meager office worker, I can live other lives as well. I maintain this lifestyle by using a power I just found out two years before.
Focusing on my form, tentacles sprouted from my back. A lump of mass grew where the tentacles was. The skin turned lighter and brown hair grew at the top. Slowly, the lump of skin and flesh formed like a cast of a human body. When all limbs are free from my own, I transferred my consciousness in the new body.
There was nothing. And then there was light. The office worker body of mine helped me up. I looked at him and he has this soulless look in his eyes.
Without my consciousness inside that body, it's just a husk waiting for orders. Every bidding I ask, even if it's life threatening, it will do obediently. And so, I ordered it to resume what I've been doing inside that body. Which is to chill during the weekend and labor like a horse in the weekdays. Before going to my room, I ordered him to act like my dad.
"Yes. Son." He replied with a droning voice.
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Upstairs, I checked my new body in a lengthwise mirror. To be honest, I kinda look like a dork. Well, a handsome dork. From what I could remember, I got this body from a drug pusher. But since my body repels harmful substances, his body transformed into a healthier version under my control.
In the mirror, I inspected my body. My hair is brown and falls shortly above the ears. It's combed to the side and stays in place no matter how much I try to change it. As for my face, light freckles drizzle. My eyes are Hazel and I could see the wonder twinkle inside of them.
As for my body, it ain't much but it shall do. I don't have beefy pectorals but I know they're there. I just need to scrape off the baby fat. As for my arms, it has meat. I can add them with muscles but I prefer the look of an average American teen.
Lastly, my package. Rather, this overly average dick of mine.
"Hey there little guy." I poke it and it immediately springs erect. What used to be my white dick turned rose in the presence of blood.
With the inspection did and done, I made myself some clothes. A dark hood with ripped denim jeans. I made headphones as well. They don't work but they complete the look.
It is done. He used to be Mattew Andrews, age 17, and studied at New York until he went missing four years ago. But with me in control, I am Ian Connors and the day is ripe of opportunities.