Three months have passed since Smith took over his little brother's body for the first and final time. The takeover was seamless and fast. One blink of his eye and everything Brandon was his to take. All his memories, his skills, his attitude, even his deepest kinks, and shame. All of it was for the taking.
As for Jake and Richard, they took Smith's absence hard. They can't understand how he could be gone. He went to his room, and poof! They checked the cameras out of the house, contacted his small circle of friends, and they even kept tabs on the encampment where he had trained. Not one had any thread that would lead to Smith. His father and brother knew he had problems when he came back from deployment. But it's not that worse to the point that he'll leave from the face of the world.
Although, things seem to be improving three months later after Smith's supposed absence. Just yesterday, they celebrated Brandon's birthday. There's a small party in their backyard, where they feasted on barbecues and hosted various party games. It was the most fun Smith ever had since he came back. Even his brother and father forgot that his absence. There's also his best friend, Bernard, who made his day even more fun by being fun company. He made jokes, made quips about how lame the other's gifts were, and how his gift was awesome.
"It's a bike," Bernard snickered.
It's obviously not. It's box-shaped and huge in comparison to the other gifts. Smith picked it up and rattled it around. It's heavy too. Bernard must have been the one to wrap it since it was sloppily made. Smith peeked inside a hole and saw the logo of the latest gaming console in the market. It's the pro-version too.
"Yo- you did not!" Smith said with a wide smile on his face. He can't believe that he's enjoying this kind of stuff. Back in his old body, he could care less about video games or consoles. The word 'fun' doesn't even exist in his vocabulary. But half his brain is now Brandon's, and it rubbed off of him. "Thank you! You're the best best friend a guy like me could ever have."
"Hey! No hugging. You're all greased up by your father's amazing barbecue. But yes, I am the best."
It's an expensive gift, but this is just pocket change for Bernard, whose family is probably the richest in this town. His family, specifically his grandfather is a billionaire CEO in New York. He said his grandfather owns a famous brand of merchandise, although he's privy about which product it is. His family moved to this place to leave the corporate drama back home. They kept their life here relatively simple, albeit still quite rich for the rest of us.
Aside from the birthday, life as Brandon is the best thing that happened to Smith. Ever since merging with his soul and body, he barely had nightmares at all. There are still some horrors in his dreams, but they'd get immediately replaced by dreams of video games, animes, and whatever teenagers enjoy these days. He barely gets pissed or angry. He doesn't flinch whenever there are fireworks or when Jake dropped his spoon on the floor. He's happy. Brandon's personality really rubbed off of him. But the opposite is quite true as well. Brandon used to be a slob, often avoiding chores or any form of useless work. But now? He voluntarily helps with the chores around the house. He wakes up early, and diligently goes to his football practice. He said that his efforts would not be left unrewarded. And true to his word, he's considering letting Smith join the main team next season.
One caveat with this body is how much of his former build disappeared along with his old body. Sure, Brandon is way too built for teenagers his age. Of all the men in his class, he's the only one with defined abs and biceps. He could still remember the oogling eyes when he hit the shower after PE. Even the known bullies were amazed, although, they also called it 'cum gutters'. But still... the biceps that were as large as his head is gone. The thicket of hair in his chest and the suffocating musk, he missed having them. Although, he's glad that the scars and war tattoos are gone.
On some days, it makes Smith guilty about stealing his little brother's life. A part of his mind says that he killed Brandon. His gut coils around and his head is wrecked with thoughts whenever the idea bounced around. But a larger part of him says otherwise. Brandon isn't dead. He's still here, in his head. He merely skooched in and grabbed the life he deserved. He fought for this country, and he deserved a good life within its borders.
Life is good as Brandon. Where does the story go next?
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