Don't deserve this body (Patreon)

The knife in Tyler’s shaking hands shimmered beautifully in the dining room lighting of his mansion home. It was an emerald-covered knife with the ability to swap two people's bodies, and he was actually about to use it. It had been passed from person to person in the Bueller family. Tyler, an old and wealthy man who was crippled and dying from heart disease and other ailments, was the current owner of the dagger. Nobody else in the family knew about it, but it was an heirloom passed from patriarch to patriarch. Tyler had been the lucky one to get his hands on it, though he could never bring himself to use it. One of the major catches was that it had to be used on a family member. Only blood could swap with blood, and he loved all of his family members dearly. 

He raised them all, and he found himself having a harder time in terms of deciding to use it. He loved life, but he also loved his family. It was such a strange feeling, especially since he did everything he could to get his hands on it so he could avoid dying. Death was once something he feared in his early fifties. 

Now in his nineties, he felt like he could finally meet it with a solemn face. He only needed to stab someone to take control of their body, but as he learned more and more about his extended family, the more he thought that it would be better to pass on. 

That was until he met Anne, the daughter of one of his grandchildren. She was a miserable 19-year-old girl who was the wildest person he'd ever known. He would try to speak to her gently in an attempt to persuade her to be a little less promiscuous, but she never took him seriously. In fact, while people weren't around, she would purposefully make it harder to use his wheelchair. She would deactivate the battery from time to time, and she would mock him for being a decrepit old man. So, Tyler chose to stab his own great granddaughter Anne with the dagger, and both of them swapped immediately. 

The sudden change in perspective made their new bodies dizzy. The dagger was still lodged deep inside of Anne’s arm, but as Tyler’s head stopped spinning, he simply reached for the hilt and tugged it out. There was no blood or cut, and when he started to smile, he could hear his great granddaughter gasping with shock as he hid the dagger in a spot that she couldn’t reach in his old man. “Yeah, it’s not fun being in that wheelchair,” Tyler teased. “Gosh, you look so pathetic. Look at me.” He spun around. “I’m you. And you’re never getting this back. Especially not after being such a cruel girl to me. I would have been fine with passing on with the perfect family, but you had to be such a bitch. I don’t know how you grew up like this, but this body’s definitely a waste in your hands.”

Anne was too angry to speak coherently. She tried to say something, but when her hand immediately clutched her chest, Tyler smiled. “That’s the other thing. Be careful with that high blood pressure. You don’t want to pop too early…”

When Anne's parents arrived and took Anne away from Tyler, the young woman tried to convince everybody that the old man had done something. Tyler pretended to actually be her, and with time, the family would soon force him into a retirement home. Doctors diagnosed the "old man" with dementia while Tyler continued his life without worry. 

Nobody would ever believe what had happened, and with a second chance at life, he was ecstatic to know that he had chosen the best possible time to hop to a new body. After a few months, Tyler (Anne) succumbed to his illness, allowing Anne (Tyler) to relish his new life in his great granddaughter's body until the day he decided to hop to a new body.