The EveryMan Vial

I always get too excited about finding a new mark and end up possessing them way too early. Take Thomas Alton, for example, I'd knew his office must've been somewhere in the building I worked at since I saw him pretty regularly. And I'd started developing something of a crush on him. Sure, he wasn't the most conventionally attractive man, but he was tall, and walked with a certainty that gave him a certain, irresistible gravitas. I couldn't help but stare whenever he walked past me on his way to the elevators, his leather loafers clicking on the linoleum floors. I might've been somewhat obsessed with the man. So when I happened to bump into him in the bathroom I saw my chance and I took it. I quickly formed a plan, and once his back was to me as he leaned over the sink to wash his hands, I tackled him and pressed my body against his. Thomas cried out startled, and started struggling, asking what the hell I was doing, but it was only a few seconds until his flesh

When I was offered the chance to take the place of someone I knew, I chose Scott Nicholas without a second thought. He was a guy I saw regularly at the gym. Tall, tanned, and toned, he had the perfect body I was sure would give me access to a perfect life. But now that I've become settled in my new identity, I realize maybe Scott's life isn't as charmed as I thought. I have to spend hours at the gym to keep up Scott's physique, and his multiple jobs were boring and draining, but I needed it them pay his bills. So I put up with it and continue on with Scott's life. I'm so busy these days that I don't even get a chance to really enjoy my body. The most I have time for is a quickie in the shower after I get home from the gym.

It had been a few weeks now since James Samuels and I had switched bodies. I'd been on a road trip down to the coast when my car broke down in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully I was able to get it towed to the nearest town with a garage. James was one of the mechanics there, he was tall, with a weight to his frame that made him seem solid, a sweet guy and a middle-aged bachelor. He offered me to crash at his place until my car was fixed. And so, trying not blush, I accepted. James lived in what I could only describe as half of a duplex. His house was tall and narrow. Its paint faded and its wood beams chipped. It sat at the end of a long, unpaved driveway, surrounded by tall, spindly trees which provided the property shade and an air of privacy. It didn't take long for the strange to occur. After a surprisingly delicious dinner prepared by my guest, I settled comfortably on the couch while James retired to his bedroom upstairs. The next morning I groggily awakened, feeling str

You won't believe the type of dude I woke up in this time. I'm some tall, lanky, white-boy loser. It feels weird being nineteen again... god, was I this horny last time too? I will say, the kid's folks got money. They're sending him- me, off to some fancy college, and they're even getting me an apartment to myself! When I was nineteen, I had to room with strangers in a crowded dorm. I just got to the place, and since the furniture the kid's parents bought for me won't be delivered until the end if the week; it's all these empty rooms and my new body all to myself. I decided to save myself the trouble and just ditch my clothes entirely. Weirdest part of all? I think I'm back in the year 2008.

When I performed the body swap spell, I knew where my soul landed would be unpredictable; but I still couldn't believe I landed in the middle of some family reunion. I seemed to be in possession of the body of one of the family men. I'm trying to gather information about my situation without arousing suspicion. Judging from the conversations around me, I've landed halfway across the country, somewhere in the Midwest. People ask me about "my" 56th birthday party last week. (I manage to please people with vague statements of, "Oh it was great! Should've been there;" spoken in a warm and gritty voice.) Problem was, I felt extremely horny. I thought my new body was so attractive, and the way I could feel the weight of my gut, the coarseness of a mature man's hands, and the strength of my tall, thick legs... it was more than I could take. I kept escaping to the bathroom just to stare at my reflection. I couldn't have enough of just drinking myself