Saturday, August 25, 2012
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Sunday, August 12, 2012
DIdn't Go How It Was Supposed To
"Oh come on, honey, come over here. You're adorable. Doesn't he look good, boys?"
"Yeah," laughed Kevin, on the right. "He's adorable...HAHAHAHA!"
"Oh yeah, cutest little thing," said Tanner. "Why don't you come over here and have a beer with us, bro? Oh or soda. Or maybe apple juice." Tanner started laughing with Kevin.
"Oh you boys, just stop it," their mother chided. "Now I'm going talk with the tour guide. We can still have a nice vacation if everyone just tries to. For my sake, at least." She gave me the look of guilt that I was so used to.
"I'll try." I said, grimly. She trotted off while my now incredibly tall brothers looked down on me.
"So, poor little Spencer," Tanner said, scratching his new stubble. "I guess you can have fun, too. But we're gonna be clubbing and getting drunk and well, laid because why let these bodies go to waste. But I hear they have a sand castle building contest. You can make one, can't you?"
"Oh come on," said Kevin. "This is fucking hilarious. I mean, you basically messed with magic and totally fucked it up. It isn't our faults!"
"But just so you know. We are in charge of you now and if you do anything we don't like, we will put down the law on your fucking little ass. Mom isn't going to be around all the time so just do what we say. ALWAYS. Now get my bags and go upstairs. Okay, little bro?" Tanner smiled an amused, self important smile. He thought he was getting even with me. Well, okay, he was getting even with me. Luckily, they hadn't been violent with me, but they had wrestled with me a number of times and pinned me down just to show me how strong they were now.
I grudgingly walked to the elevator with all of the suitcases in tow as they talked about how to get laid that night. Good luck, I thought, with the minds of a 9 and 10 year old. Well, looks went a long way, on the other hand. They would lose their virginity in no time. If only I hadn't been so stupid!
I took the potion. Why did I take the potion. Spells R Us? I thought it had to be a gag. The shopkeep told me it would help my situation...my situation being I had to lose weight for wrestling to make my division. I was a bit overweight and trying to work out like crazy. And I had some acne and well, he said he could make it all go away. But he told me that my brothers would take whatever I didn't want. It was all just some sick cosmic trick of his, that shopkeep. Whoever the fuck he is, he is not to be toyed with. If you ever come across him, do not trust a word he says.
So of course Mom freaked out big time when The Big Change happened. I did, too but my "little" brothers adapted quite quickly to their new manly bodies. They started drinking beer, masturbating, and working out and going to college classes. Not to mention they got to drive and I was stuck being ten again. We had already been planning a vacation and no matter how hard I tried to find the Spells R Us store it was nowhere to be found.
I found a letter on my bed before we left. At first I thought it was Kevin or Tanner's idea of a joke but it wasn't them. The shopkeep told me that as punishment (he knew a lot of things he couldn't possibly know about our family) for my neglectful behavior towards my brothers, I would serve out a full year sentence as "little brother" of the family. And if I didn't learn to fly right and treat people with respect and love, I would have to grow up all over again. I have no idea if he will honor this or if I'll be able to earn my real age back. A whole year. A whole year of them taunting me and lording over how tall they were and how they can do all the cool adult stuff I can't...just like...I used to do...so indifferently.
"Hey shrimp ball, we're going out to dinner!" Tanner came in, "Good job with the bags, now just make sure that you fold up all of my clothes (they are my clothes but I don't mouth off to him as I know what's good for me) away before we go out. And uh, wash your hands. Little kids need to be especially well groomed. Be careful, you have something on your mouth here. Oh you look so cuuuute and LITTLE. Hahahaha." Tanner gets on the bed and turns on the TV and gives me one look and then I'm off doing what he says.
This really didn't go how it was supposed to, I keep telling myself. It wasn't supposed to turn out like this!
Immortality Comes With a Price
Harold dropped and felt the enormity and girth of his new body. He felt like a new man, because he was. Soon his beautiful new girlfriend was at his side.
"So how does it feel to do that many reps?" She took his bulky, sweaty arm in her hands and led him away down towards the beach.
"Incredible! You are a godsend!"
"Oh now, I'm nothing of the sort. You gave up your entire life and that's not a trivial thing."
"I don't deserve you. You're a goddess. Just look at these muscles! I feel like I could take on the world! I feel amazing! I've never felt like this! And I have only you to thank."
Harold had been a sixty five year old on the cusp of retiring from his job in a warehouse, well, edged out by younger competition, even though it was a desk job. The new economy meant he had a lot less than he would have years back. And then he met Priscilla.
She had been interested in his schooling, in his interests, in his old sports days, in his many adventures in the military. Mostly, it was nice just to talk to someone again. His first and only wife had left him in his 30s and he had never remarried. Never had kids. But he had been taken advantage of plenty. He had had bad luck, and been swindled. A menial, ordinary life that had descended into the nightmare of being old and poor.
But Priscilla had told him, upon a first, and unbelievable night of lovemaking that she was a lot...older than she appeared. She had a way of switching the minds of people. She had inhabited several bodies in her lifetime, and she was...well she had stopped counting after 2500 years. The way she did it was a secret for now, but all she wanted was Harold's companionship. His...permanent companionship. Her partner of a thousand years had died falling off a cliff and it was not possible to do a switch if you were dead. She had mourned her lover for decades before finding a new soulmate.
As for the victims, they were always the perfect match. Priscilla researched tirelessly to find a completely immoral man with whom to switch Harold's ailing old frame. The man, whose name was Grant (and now that is my name Harold had to keep telling himself) was a former Wall Street banker turned retiree bodybuilder. His actions, though legal, resulted in the loss of jobs of thousands and the loss of life savings of tens of thousands. This man had no remorse, no guilt, and no right to continue screwing over the innocent.
It didn't take long to convince Harold, though he had had some inevitable ethical concerns and tortured himself about it until Priscilla arranged a meeting between the two. She had made a date with Grant and Harold posed as a man collecting trash. Grant made fun of him in a way that was both disgusting and unnecessary. After Grant made many more remarks about the homeless and how lowly they were, and how the rich deserved everything they got, Priscilla had agreed with him, saying "You have no idea."
She took him to a fancy hotel suite and knocked him out with a special lipstick. It was just like a spy movie. Grant went to sleep and so did Harold and when they woke up they got a massive freak out, with the new 65 year old screaming at the top of his lungs. Priscilla took over while Harold watched mildly as she threatened the hell out of him and told him to go to his new home.
The new Harold was horrified and wound up, well, trying to enjoy his retirement on such a limited budget. I'm Grant now, Harold thought as everyone stared at him, at his beauty. All those eyes on him, all of the time...
He swept his new love into his massive arms and carried her down into the waves, laughing as he played with her, intoxicated by his new godlike body.
It was a whole new life. He just hoped that the endless sex he'd been having would be enough to satiate him. After all, just one slip up and he could wind up in an elderly body again! He flexed for his new girl and she fawned over him, and he marveled for weeks at the new limits he could force this body to go to. He never had to work again and he had the body of a young, muscular buck. What more could he ask for? He thought, watching the many, many eyes of beautiful women lusting after his frame as he ran on one of his daily jogs.
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