Jeff studied the men before him. He knew nothing of their personal lives, only that he needed a place to hide from Madame. His instincts drew him to Paco.
While not as tall as Francois or as muscular as Buddy, Paco was none the less one Latino hunk. Thick, black, slicked back hair, eyes the color of night, bronzed skin, all in a 6' tall, well defined 22 year old physique beckoned to Jeff. Paco had two small diamond studs in each ear lobe and a gold cross hung around his neck. No tattoos or other piercings. Except for his head and face, Paco's body was hairless like the pictures of the male models Jeff had seen in magazines.
"What would it be like to live the life of a hot Latino stud?", wondered Jeff.
Jeff made his decision as he stepped behind Paco. He would become Paco. But how?
Since his powers seemed to be activated by concentrating on what he wanted, Jeff decided that would be the best way to start. Jeff closed his eyes and focused on Paco, imagining himself penetrating the beautiful body before him. Suddenly Jeff's senses changed. He could no longer see, hear, taste, or smell but could still feel. To Jeff, he seemed to be melting into mist, like he had no corporeal body. There also was a wafting movement as though some unseen breeze was gently blowing him. What was probably a few seconds passed like
an eternity. Jeff had no way of knowing. Only nothingness.
Abruptly circumstances changed. Jeff now felt as if he had stopped moving and instead was being stretched and stuffed into a myriad of crevices. The sensation of weight returned. He must be in a body again, but whose? Had he become Paco?
Slowly, at least to Jeff, his senses returned. Taste was first. His mouth, had a sweet taste. Soda, Jeff surmised, like Coke or Pepsi. Had Paco been drinking soda? Not unusual to be drinking pop in a garage so it might be true. Next came hearing. Pretty much silence since the men were still entranced and no one else was around in the area but Jeff could hear again. Smell came on with a bang. Garage smells. Oil, grease, and sweat assailed his nose. Finally his vision
came. Blurry at first as his eyes focused. Then Jeff knew what had happened.
He had done it. He had become Paco! Jeff began to notice the feelings and sensations of his new body. The breathing was smooth, rhythmical and felt expansive, not like his old body at all. He took a tentative step forward. The muscles rippled at his command.
Powerful. He had to get used to his new center of gravity as Paco was a bit taller than he had been but with a few steps he had that down. Meanwhile, Paco's knowledge and abilities had been filtering into Jeff's being. Jeff barely noticed as they just became a part of who he was. He was aware of being Jeff but he also was Paco. Totally Paco. He had a whole new world to explore. That would have to wait
until later though. He had to get things back to moving again or Madame would realize something was different.
Jeff concentrated on clothing the men prior to releasing them from his control. He had not paid any attention to what each had been wearing so Paco's outfit was a surprise. It must have been just about quitting time and Paco had changed from his work clothes to street clothes. Jeff found himself clad in a t-shirt and jeans with a
motorcycle jacket and boots. "Cool."
Excitement overtook Jeff as he released the men. All behaved as though nothing had happened as they returned to whatever they had been doing prior to Jeff taking control. Jeff hurried to the men's room to check out his new body in the mirror.
How cool it was to look at that handsome Latino man in the mirror and know it was him. Jeff now had his hiding place and he was going to have some fun. What a night this was going to be. "Man, what a choice I made.", he said to himself as he mounted his bike. With the wind in his hair and roads to travel, the new Paco roared into the sunset.