"What, you don't like Daniel?" JC asked. They were left with a choice, so why the hell should he not pick the best?
Their town is small, sure. But that made legends born in the place shine even brighter. Daniel Ferros came from a family who owned properties uptown and the vicinities. It's no wonder why he's loaded with cash.
The privilege doesn’t stop there. It's still hush hush but it's pretty much an open secret that he has his professor as his private tutors at every school year level. He's given the utmost quality teaching that money could provide. That made him smart always at the top of the class.
Not only that, he is a member of the campus baseball team. His parents provide the team with quality equipment so he's there to stay even with his mediocre skills.
Of all the people they could pick, he's the clear victor. Who wouldn't want a taste of that guy's life? JC is salivating right now to live and breathe in that guy's body.
"Why don't you like him?" JC repeated his question. "He's perfect."
"That's exactly why. He's so perfect that it feels so... boring? He's perfect. That's it. No, bedazzle or pizzas." Jo closed his laptop and placed it inside his bag. "But it's your 'powers' so I guess it's your choice. It's just my opinion and you know how it usually goes."
JC didn't know whether he agreed to his choice or not. But he moved on with it and looked for their person of interest.
It's kinda weird and a hell of a convenience that JC knows Daniel's schedule. He got it through the grapevine which means most of the campus already knows about it. Daniel is an is studying architecture. On a Monday morning like this, he won't have a class until late afternoon. It's baseball season but he's usually benched, which means he doesn't go to training that much. Which leaves him in one place.
"Benoit's?" Jo asked.
"Daniel is a pig for chicken pot pie." And where else could they find the best chicken pot pie in town but Benoit's?
Sure enough, Daniel's red Bentley is parked in front of the shop. They entered and heard a bell ring above them.
"What will it be, boys?" Mr. Benoit asked.
Looking on a screen above where it details the open stalls, it seems today's a slow day. There's only one stall available and that is where they'll find their person.
"Sorry, Mr. Benoit. We're just here to see a friend. But in case we grow hungry for pie, we'll ring you up." JC replied.
Benoit's Pies store is modeled after a train. Tables are found inside stalls shaped like a train's cabin. When there's a person inside, you see an unavailable sign on the door. And by luck, Daniel forgot to lock his stall.
JC opened the door to see Daniel's confused face dart at him. Before the guy could ask who they are, JC jumped at him like a wild animal and latched his palms on his face. And just like that, Daniel fell face-first on the floor. They hoped that it didn't damage that dreamy face of his.
"Fuck, that hurt." Joel cussed. "Do you think hell remember you jumping on him? He could sue you to Mars and back after the shit you did."
"Nah. He won't remember a thing unless I want him to. Do you want him to?"
"Hell no," as the bigger of the two, Jo made it his duty to lift Daniel off the floor and lay his unconscious body on the sofa. He expected him to weigh heavier. It feels like all his innards disappeared, leaving a light rubber suit. If that is so, it means the enzymes are working their magic. Jo still had an inch of skepticism at the back of his mind, but that disappeared when JC stretched Daniel's mouth to a comical reach.
"So, who will it be?" JC asked.
"What do you mean who will it be?"
"Who's going to wear this perfect chump and live his life for a day?"
"Wait, you mean other people can wear the people turn into suits?"
"I don't know. I hope you can test it out so we can find out."
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