Glancing around, I saw nobody. As he headed for the door--gym bag in hand, I followed him. He was a lot bigger than Grant, but it wasn't a problem. I could easily double up, there was no need for me to vacate his body.
With a couple more steps I was right behind him. I had no time to enjoy pushing into his body, this had to be quick and precise--something I'd learnt and planned to pass onto Chris.
I slipped straight through his clothes and into his body and mind. I stopped to take a breath, turning I picked up Grant's clothes stuffing them into my bag and left to find Chris.
Chris was at a high table, I ordered myself a drink and joined him. "Hey," I said in a deep baritone, "my name's Tay." Chris looked around, I could see he was nervous. "Your friend, Grant, he told you not to freak out right?"
He looked at me, "Yeah."
"So don't," I said sipping at my drink. I leaned towards him, emphasising my thick biceps and shoulders. "I know your name is Chris, I know everything about you." I went on to reel out his address, school and described his room.
"Who are you, how do you know that?"
"Grant said not to Freak out right? Trust me, come with me." I already knew Tay was travelling alone, he was meeting his girlfriend tomorrow. I finished my drink and got to my feet. "Bring the bags."
Chris followed me to Tay's room on the eighth. I closed the door behind him, and we dropped our bags. "This is going to sound weird," I told Chris. "You spoke to Grant about admiring some of the fitness models on Instagram." Chris said nothing, he just listened, eyes wide. "You said you wished you could be like them, but without the hassle of working out." He nodded slowly. "Well I'm actually Grant, I can do just that. I can get inside people, act like them, be like them. For as long as I like."
"This has got to be a joke. Where's Grant, you pranking me right?"
"Seriously bro' it's me."
"Prove it!"
I smiled, I pulled off my hoody and shirt. I caressed my torso feeling the weight of my chest and laid on the bed.