Won't be long," I told her, "maybe a week." I kissed her on the lips and left.
It wasn't far to where Grant lived with his parents, as it was Saturday I'd guessed--like Chris--he'd taken the opportunity to sleep in. After the short run I arrived and was relieved to see neither of his parents cars were in the drive.
I rung the doorbell and waited. A few moments later the door opened, it was Grant. "Mr. S," he exclaimed, a little surprised.
It looked like he'd just fallen out of bed. His hair was a mess and he was wearing only a vest and boxers. "Can I talk to you for a few minutes? About Chris," I asked.
He rubbed his head. "Uh, sure Mr. S." He opened the door, and I followed him in.
He led me into the lounge, I studied his build. Maybe 5'6", a good weight and a muscular body you'd expect from someone that took the gym seriously, but still quite a lot smaller than I was in both height and muscular build.
I didn't bother with any niceties, I just picked up my pace coming right up behind Grant, hooked my arms under his and phased into his frame. As my own body changed, the clothes I was wearing slipped through my near transparent form dropping to the ground. Grant started to panic as he found himself enveloped; most of my body was already inside. I realised we were in full view of a mirror, Grant's head--with eyes wide--stared out through my translucent neck, his nose level with my Adams apple and unable to move.
With confident ease, I began wriggle, pulling myself down into Grant. I'd done this enough times to work this trick within a split-second, but I was enjoying myself. It had been a long time since I'd been a teenager and I was going to savour the experience.
As my form slipped deeper into Grant, I watched as he relaxed. His eyes rolled back and his lids closed as my head merged with his.
My eyes blinked open and I saw Grant looking back at me in the mirror. I'd already connected with my host, I was Grant now. I looked across the room at the clock, my parents would be back in about an hour. I had some chores to do, then the rest of the weekend was my own.
I lifted my vest, twisting and flexing my body. Sure I wasn't the tallest, but it meant my muscles were thick and dense. I chuckled and turned picking up the clothes that lay on the floor behind me. I held up the grey t-shirt in front of me, it still marvelled me how I was able to fit into smaller people.
In my bedroom, I dropped my old clothes into the bottom of a cupboard and kicked off the clothes I was wearing. I trudged into the ensuite and turned on the shower. While I waited for the water to warm up I looked at my new reflection. Even though I knew every last inch of my host already, I had to admire his build. He had a good v-taper, thick shoulders and large pecs. My eyes worked their way down his body; shaved of course and I grinned as I rocked my hips and watched the comically long dick swing between my thighs. I thought about Claire and wondered if she'd like to check it out as well.