Mis-TAKEN Identity (body swap)
by zulator
Shawn and I were in a hurry to gas up and pick up extra beer for the day at the beach. It was supposed to be both a birthday party for me and a reunion of college friends. Oh yeah, Mark is my name, and on that day in June, I was 25 years old and in my prime. I say WAS 25, because I am now retired and age 85. My real name--the person I became, the one pictured and listed on my driver's license--is Elwood C. Tamerback.
Now I know what you're thinking. Sure Elwood, we all have delusions of when we were young, especially when we are caught in our golden years, but I know who I was and I was a kid named Mark, Mark Gordon specifically. Fuck these golden years my friend; being a senior citizen sucks! I take more pills now than I have ever taken and my body parts--the male ones--stopped performing a long time ago. I have a great retirement plan, I shouldn't complain, but this became my reality much too soon in my life, It wasn't my plan after all. I was just stopping in for gas and beer. It must have been a cool joke for someone. Satan's, I imagine, God wouldn't do this, and besides, I can't think of anything that I did to anyone, anything so bad in my life that I would be forced to live out Elwood's life. On the other hand, maybe this was Elwood's gift for something good he did, and God gave him my life as reward. I've thought about this for the last year, figuring every angle I could to explain it. All I can say for all you that read this is: don't let your ID out of your sight! It really does contain who you are literally, and since possession is nine tenths of the law, someone who possesses it could just take your identity away. Ok, enough of the warning and back to my story.
I was a college graduate, had a BA in Physical Education. I taught at a local high school, had great friends both straight and gay, and I let nothing inhibit me from having fun. I was very good looking, always had a tan. I was 5'9" tall, weighed 159 pounds, had a nice hard defined chest and abdominals to die for. I loved to exercise. I loved the out doors, and I thought I could live the endless summer, so to speak, and stay the way I was forever.
I am not crazy. I know everything about Mark Gordon: when he was born, his parents' names, his family history, and his closest friends. I know his desires, his goals, who he loved, his heroes, his likes and dislikes, and yes, the memories of his sexual life, at least I know what they were that day in June, at the 7 Eleven on the corner of 7th Street and Main.
Shawn and I were dressed to swim and do some surfing. We had on those multicolored over-the-knee loose-fitting trunks, sandals and those slip over your head visors that keep my curly black hair in check. My visor was yellow and Shawn's was blue. We looked like surfer bum poster kids and all we lacked was showing our tan lines like in those CopperTone billboards. As I recall the sequence of events--excuse this mind of mine, sometimes I don't remember so well--anyway, we both had our waterproof wallets, that much I remember vividly, and for the life of me I can't understand why. Anyway, we pulled in to Pump 3 at the 7-11, and since the Pay at the Pump was broken, I had to go in and prepay or leave my credit card before I pumped. The clerk, who looked like Mohammed, always required ID with credit cards, and I chose to use mine and save my cash for later when the beer ran out. Shawn was buying the beer and ice while I gassed up.
Well as it went, this older man (Elwood C. Tamerback) pulled up in an old sun-bleached tan Buick and also had to go into the store to leave pay. As it was, he left his credit card and ID like I did, but being as old as he was and not a fast walker, I was pumping gas before he came back to the pump. I filled the Jeep up and quickly went inside, passing Shawn as I did so, wanting to get out of there and join our friends. As I got up to the counter I smiled and said, "Sir, I filled up on Pump 3!" He looked at me weird and grabbed the gas card and ID from a little stand next to the credit card machine without even looking, and proceeded to get authorization. This seemed to take forever and he apologized. I could see Shawn looking at me from the Jeep shrugging his shoulders and wondering what was taking so long. I grinned back to Shawn and then returned my focus to the clerk.
"Sorry sir. It's been DECLINED," he said with a serious face.
My smile turned to a serious look. "No! No, I just got paid," I shouted. "Do it again." I was tapping on the counter now, and as he did the authorization again, I began to sweat thinking how could my account be overdrawn or maybe my deposit didn't go in? But I have direct deposit, I thought, I was shaking my head.
"Sorry sir. Do you have another card?"
"Oh fuck," I shouted and out my wallet and paid in cash, sticking the gas card and ID back in the wallet and storming out.
"What gives?" Shawn asked as I carried the wallet and receipt in my hand back to the car.
"Oh nothing, man. Sorry for the wait." I tried to put the smile back on my face as I slipped the wallet back in my back pocket. I had to struggle a bit to get it in; it seemed thicker somehow than normal. And when I got it in, I got this incredible need to piss. It was so bad I could feel my cock starting to leak and I told Shawn I'd be right back. He was mumbling how the gang would be waiting for us, but I ran back into the store almost knocking Mr. Tamerback down as I raced for the bathroom. As I got in, I could feel the dampness from me leaking piss, the trunks only had a thin mesh in them. There was nothing to absorb a little drip or two. I got into the urinal and pulled down my trunks and started pissing like mad.
The sensation of just pissing seemed so satisfying to me strangely and although the stream was thick and forceful when I started, my cock began to dribble the remainder and it hurt to get the last bit out of piss out of me. As I shook my cock, it felt very fleshy, not the firm semi-hard cock like it usually did. The burning kept up, and it almost felt like something was foaming inside my shaft and ball sacs. I reached down to massage both to alleviate the sensation and discovered my cock was shrunken up into my groin and my ball sacs were hanging low. My head began to throb now as I reached down to pull up my trunks, but what I pulled up was like an adult version of pull-ups. As soon as it came up to my waist, my stomach popped out to overhang the elastic waistband, and in an instant, a hot flash went through me, and I found I now had a shirt on, and I felt tired and ached all over. I was in a daze now, and I turned to walk out of the urinal but my legs were caught in something. Looking down over my huge gut, I could see trousers wrapped around my ankles so I pulled them up, tucked my shirt in and tightened the belt as best I could. I started to the sink and could feel my cock leaking piss as I walked. I put my hand to my head thinking what was going on. I could not think clearly, and as I stood in front of the mirror, the reality of what just happened became clear. I didn't look shocked. However, I stared close at my reflection, checking out the wrinkles on my face and pushing back the little hair I had on my head so it wouldn't stick up.
Meanwhile, Mr. Tamerback had entered the store and approached the counter, and the clerk smiled at him, ran the card without looking, and tore off the receipt for him to sign. Mr. Tamerback signed the receipt, and the clerk checked his card saying, "Happy birthday Mr. Gordon," and winked.
The old man didn't even have a clue as to what was going on and then put the card and ID back in his thick wallet not noticing that the name and Identification were mine: Mark Gordon, born June 5th, 1975. Instantly the wallet shrank down in his hands as he reached around to put it into his back pocket. Mr. Tamerback instantly emptied his kidneys into the diaper he was wearing, knowing he was safe, but feeling embarrassed he walked behind a display to finish. This time he moaned as there was no burning sensation at all and his cock even swelled up and became fully erect.
The old man grabbed the edge of the display for balance as this rush went through him, and he was grasping a metal display case tightly first with one hand, then with both as this surge increased. He started to shake as his body transformed, changing his soft fatty physique into one of a firm young one, with hard pectorals and abdominal muscles ribbed and tight. A chill went through him as his shirt disappeared to reveal the awesome chest and stomach and his pants and pull-ups changed into knee high surfer trunks and his shoes became sandals. He felt great now and couldn't understand what he was doing behind the display. He raced out and jumped into the Jeep with Shawn, who shouted "About time old man!" Mark turned and winked at him, and they sped off to the exit of the lot.
Out of the bathroom, I came now as Elwood C. Tamerback. I slowly shuffled past the clerk, out the door and to his old Buick. As I opened the door, I could see the Jeep speed past the front of the station. The memory of Mark came back to me as I got home and lied down and my body and thoughts could settle. I feel deeply to sleep having mixed dreams half of Mark and half of Elwood as the day wore on and the sun was setting. I finally awoke feeling the thick swollen cotton of the pull-ups. I slowly made my way off the bed to my bathroom to change them, shaking my head as I fumbled taking off my pants then pulling off the pull-ups trying not to step in the drenched material. As I started the shower, I had this flashback of the morning, but it wasn't clear. I was remembering me as Mark getting ready for the day. Starting the shower, I stepped in and began to lather up. This was the first time I could examine my body in entirety and as my hands washed my soft chest and round stomach, I began to cry--my feelings were strange at that point--I was all right with myself, I thought. It's just that I had this feeling of loss and I couldn't figure out what it was. I finished up and got a clean pull-up and then put on my pajamas for the evening. Slipping on my slippers I headed to the kitchen to eat something, and I was incredibly hungry. I pulled out the lunchmeat, lettuce, tomatoes and mayo, then grabbed the bread and sat down at the tabled. I put together a thick sandwich, almost three inches thick, then put back the stuff and grabbed the milk and got a glass and began to eat. I was eating like a young kid. Very strange, I thought, not realizing the heartburn that would follow. I ate till I was full then shuffled into the living room to sit my recliner, where I clicked on the TV.
Across town at the beach, the party was getting into full gear and Mark was being a lightweight all day.
"Fuck Mark, Shawn said with his 10th bud light. "Dude, you haven't even finished your second beer man. You ok, Mark?"
Mark smiled. "Yeah dude. I'm kinda having a bad hair day," he said laughing out loud. Shawn threw a twenty and told him to run for more beer. Mark smiled and headed to the Jeep. Things just weren't right somehow. He had fun today, but the idea of drinking all night didn't seem to interest Mark. As he pulled up to the 7-11, he started to feel creepy, not rushing in like he normally might. He just took it slow entering the store. The clerk watched as Mark walked towards the beer case. It was all uneventful it seemed. Mark set the beer down on the counter and grabbed for his wallet, taking out the twenty Shawn gave him, then was about to pull out his ID when the clerk grabbed his hand and grasped it tight. He was staring right into Marks eyes.
"I don't need to see your ID. You should be old enough to drink at your age!"
Mark became mesmerized as the clerk began to probe into him.
Mark shouted out " What Are YOU doing to ME?" Mark was frozen in time it seemed as the clerk had total control over him.
"You're not happy, are you Elwood?" the clerk asked.
"NO! What? Shit... fuck... No!" Mark could not put a sentence together.
"Elwood, I don't think you appreciate what I did for you today," the clerk went on.
Mark's head was about to explode. "No... no! Why are you making me think of HIM? Stop. Stop!" Mark shouted as he lifted one hand to his hard chest then his hard stomach.
"Fuck Elwood! Fuck him! I don't know him anymore," Mark went on. He began to cry, and big tears dripped from his chiseled face to his hard chest. "Why did you do this to me? Who are you? Some God or something?"
The clerk let up on his clutch hold and said, "I see things that need to be made equaled and I do it. That young boy will not be sad anymore, because he would have had a good life and retirement anyway and his loss of his youth will fade as his memory slips more and more. You, Elwood, worked very hard all your life. You took care of your sick dad and mother so you never had the youth you would have had. You were successful in spite of your sacrifices, and now it is your payback." The clerk gently took Mark's hands. "You have some getting used to now. Don't let this second chance slip by you!" Then the clerk put his hand on Mark's head and shouted, "Elwood begone!"
Mark jerked back and looked stunned. "What the fuck?"
"You dropped your wallet, surferboy," the clerk said with a smile.
"Oh yeah," Mark said embarrassed and picked it up and handed the clerk his ID. The clerk looked at the ID then at Mark and then said, "Ok Mr. Gordon, drive safely and have a good time."
Mark shook his head thinking, "sure dude," taking the beer and racing out to the Jeep shaking his head now convinced that Mohammed was truly weird. As Mark sped away, he popped a brew and downed the can in a matter of seconds yelling "Ya-HOO!" as he screeched around the corner headed back to his friends.