I gasped, and coughed sitting up, resting my hands on the huge thighs of an athlete. An unfamiliar tightness surrounded me, but I liked it. I looked down at Duncan's chest rise and fall as it partially obscured what was in my lap. Glancing left and right I had to admire the broad shoulders even though I was hunched forward were still impressive, much like the muscular arms hung from them. Clearing my throat, I straightened my back, and smiled as my new chest expended further to hide my lower torso completely. Leaning forward, I saw Duncan's package from a new perspective. It was thick and long, engorged with blood--evidence of my excitement of being a teenager again, but being Duncan.
Slinging my feet over the edge of the bed I got to my feet and strutted over to the mirror--Duncan wasn't complicated, it had only taken a second or two for me to slip on his personality and confidence like an expensive jacket. I smiled at the reflection turning left and right to see as much as I could. I jerked my dick a couple of times and shivers skated down my spine. Yeah, I was Duncan, and I knew this was going to be a long term arrangement.
As I pulled on Duncan's clothes again I remembered Toby. Jeez, Duncan was so dense at times. I remembered Toby watching him all the time, like a kid in a candy shop, but not allowed to touch. I was already inside Duncan's mind--simple as it was--so I was able to recognise his approaches and what the sidelong glances meant. I chuckled, "Oh Duncan, you've had it on a plate for so long and you never realised."
Fully dressed I glanced in the mirror, I looked no different to the simple jock that had walked into the room ten minutes earlier although now I was in control of his life.
On the table I signed the contract and a second copy--with Duncan's signature. Sealing it in an envelope addressed to a local postbox--my connection to my old life. I cleared the room, dumping my old clothes and returned to reception. In the elevator I admired myself in its mirrored walls, and grinned. As we passed first, I pulled Duncan's persona tightly around myself and sunk deeper into a psyche. The grin faded, my eyebrows peeked a little and Duncan's vaguely confused expression returned.
At the reception desk I handed them the envelope, asking them to post it for me. I then made my way to the bar to meet with Toby. I found him at a table with two empty shot glasses in front of him.
I slumped in the luxurious leather armchair opposite resting my hands on the arms. I already knew how to work Duncan's body for maximum effect as the dress shirt struggled to keep my biceps and chest contained. Toby just sat there for a moment, his mouth open, his eyes flicking across my various body parts. After a moment I wave my hand in front of his face. "Hello? Earth to Toby, what about a drink?