Feeling around the seam with Patrick's strong fingers, I couldn't help but close it back up. This was some wierd shit, wearing somebody elses skin and pretending to be them in front of the cops (and pulling it off quite well, if I do say so myself). But it felt good. This wasn't just anybody's skin I was wearing, it was Patrick Hartman's, the hottie that I'd had a crush on since the first day I'd met him at the restaraunt. I'd loved his cocky frat-guy attitude, watching him show off his perfect body at every chance he got. He didn't care who was watching -- guys, girls, whoever would admire his perfect, clean-cut looks and drool over the way he filled out our work t-shirts. Of course, I was always one of his admirers, but always out of the corner of my eye. I was the shy new guy who didn't fit in with all the rest of the beatiful people that worked there. Patrick never even gave me the time of day -- except, of course, when he needed me to fill a shift for him. And now, here I was with his body wrapped completely around mine, responding to my every move just like it was my own.
I sat for a moment, still feeling a little guilty and nervous -- but then there was a strange new confidence, and the sense of excitment you get out of doing something you know you shouldn't be doing. I pushed myself out of the chair with Patrick's strong arms and stretched my body all over, feeling the length of my new limbs, stretching even my face, running my new tongue along my new perfectly straight teeth.
"Okay," I said aloud, preparing myself to move beyond the living room. Hearing Patrick's voice resonate throughout my body was amazing.
"Okay," I repeated in a lower register, lower than I'd ever been able to talk in my entire life. I felt so masculine.
"Hi, I'm Patrick," I said in the same deep, cocky voice, puffing out my thick new chest, feeling my face contort into Patrick's smug grin. I had to see what I looked like!
I bolted into the bathroom, all sense of guilt aside as I quickly fumbled for the light switch, and saw Patrick's face in the mirror still holding the grin -- but not for long before I burst out laughing. I don't know why I laughed. Out of disbelief? Excitement? The thrill? God, his smile was so beautiful. I reached up to feel my face, watching the Patrick in the mirror do the same. I pulled every expression that I'd ever seen him make, and pulled off each one flawlessly. I found that could express things so well with his cool baby blue eyes, one of the things that I'd always thought would make him a wonderful male model. His face was so beatiful... even with me in control of it. It turned me on so bad. I felt my cock -- no, his cock -- it didn't even matter at that point -- I was hard, and for the first time that night I realized all of the things that I could really do with this body. Not just sitting around the house, making faces in the mirror... So much more. Fulfill all of my fantasies about Patrick in one night. See Patrick how I'd been dreaming about seeing him since the day I'd first met him. Spend a night being completely in control of his body...
Or should I stop, take the suit off, go to bed and try to figure things out in the morning? Was this going too far? But then again, I was in the bathroom... and I do usually take a shower before I go to bed... After a moment of consideration, I decided to: