sabato 31 maggio 2014

Good Friend



“Hey Mr Jones, are you leaving?”
I met  my best friend’s dad in front of his house, with a big bag  and his muscles exposed. 
“Yes Cody, the marines called me and I have to be at the airport in an our.”
“Oh,  Sport told me you’d stayed for the whole summer”
He looked sad.
“Yes, that was the plan. Sport’d be really disappointed, but work is work. I’ve left a note for him in the kitchen, and please, could you tell him that I’m sorry.”
“I will Mr Jones. Goodbye”.
“You’re a good friend Cody, Thank you”.


That was my golden opportunity.

Sport was playing football and he’d be home in about ten minutes, so I entered the house from the window,  went into the kitchen and throw Mr Jones’s note away. I had to be quick.
I found his dad’s bedroom and took a pair of  white underwear and a T-shirt  and I start looking for a picture of Mr Jones. That’s how I work: with a picture.

I found one in a drawer.
I start looking at it obliging my body to copy him. After few minutes my arms start growing, my muscles get bigger, my face changed. I looked in the mirror and Mr Jones stared back at me.
I put the underwear and the T-shirt on and I started identify with the character. I liked to be Sport's best friend but it would be even better be his strong dad. I want him to love me and to do what I say. 

It was my house now.
"Hey dad" Sport enterd the house wearing his football uniform.
"Hey Sport" I answered with Mr Jones strong voice. I was in the kitchen, making dinner for my son.
"Smells good" he said.
"Get immediately in the shower! You're late!"
"Sure dad".
I smiled. I like he calling me dad. He undressed in front of me showing his hot body. I pretended not to notice,but I knew it would be a great week.

 

domenica 11 maggio 2014

Bad influence

"You won't play with Danny anymore!" My Dad shouted at me.
"But dad why??"
"He's a bad kid, He has a bad influence on you! Enough!"
I went into my room crying.
Danny was my best friend, maybe the only one! Why dad can't accept that? I didn't want to lose him.
I think I cried for 2 hours, when someone knocked at the door.

"Who is it?"
"It's me, Grampa"
I opened the door.
My Grama smiled. He was an average man of 65 years old, he lived with us. He sat close to me and then we started talking, he was trying to convince me my dad did the right thing.
I noticed a very brief period when Grampa paused from talking with a blank stare. I had thought maybe He was intensely thinking about something. That gaze appeared so hypnotizing, yet so empty but who knows? And then he start laughing!
"Oh My God! It worked!" he said
I was confused.
"Hey! It's me! Danny!"
"What?"
"Yes I found a body possession spell in a book! I thought was silly stuff! But...IT WORKED!"
I didn't know what to say.
"When you told me your dad wanted you to stay away from me, I thought I could come closer without him noticing! Now...let's play something!"
It has been two weeks since Danny stole my grampa's body and it's totaly handsome! My dad has to do whatever he said...because he's his father! We play all day and his "bad" influence is still here!
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venerdì 9 maggio 2014

Thank you trevor!


"H---how did you get it?"
"What? That you're not my dad?"
"Y--yes"
"Well, for example my dad would never wear pink underwear! and second, today MY REAL DAD came to me in your kid's body and told me everything! I Know you switch body with him, you're our neighbours's son."
My "dad" didn't answer.
"But don't worry" i said " I pretended not to believe him."
"What? Will you tell someone?"
"Tell what? that my 9 years old neightbour stole my dad's body? no one would believe me! But you have to do everything i say!"
"Sure! Thank you Trevor"
"Now, change your underwear!"