Spot of bother? (Patreon)

I discovered my body-swapping abilities at a very young age, purely by accident when I swapped with my friend, Jack. Obviously, at that point, Jack became aware of my ability too. Since I found out I haven't used my ability that often and, to be honest, the method of switching was a little bit weird. You see jack and I had been talking about belly button fluff, weird I know, however, jack was adamant that he never got belly button fluff. I didn't believe him and on that first occasion, he lifted his top and told me to check for myself. I stuck my finger into his belly button, just a little bit. Only I didn't experience the feeling of a finger going into a belly button. What I experienced was the feeling of having a finger stuck into a belly button. Only as I looked up, I realised I wasn't myself anymore, I was white for a start, I was jack and somehow jack was me. We played about for a couple of hours “pretending” to be each other before swapping back. I vowed never to swap bodies with anyone ever again. Jack and I agreed never to speak of it. I did kind of want to experience it with Jack again, he was quite a good looking lad.

As Jack got older, he managed to get into quite a bit of trouble, drugs, debts, you name it, he was into it. I knew I could use my powers to help him. However, what it boiled down to

was jack was no longer good looking, the drugs were taking their toll on his body.

One day, I hadn't heard from jack in a couple of days so I decided to go round to his place and check I was ok. I found him almost comatose on his kitchen floor. I called an ambulance and the police. Once their assessment was complete, they concluded there was little point in taking him either too hospital or into a police cell. They got him into his bed and said that rest was going too be the best thing for him. They suggested a friend to stay with him and not too let him go out or have any visitors for at least a week, maybe two. If no one helped him I would likely either be locked up or dead. I told them I was that friend, and they left.

That was the point I knew I needed to help him, I now had no choice. I lay next to him on his bed. It was now quite late in the evening. I had been told he would be out for at least 8 more hours. I was tired and I normally slept for 8 hours so now was perfect timing. I wrapped my arm around him positioning my hand near to his belly button and as I begin to drift to sleep I placed my finger into his belly button. I felt the switch happen, but then nothing.

The next thing I knew I was being woken up by George, that's my name by the way. He was almost on top of me with arms on either side of my shoulders. Shouting at me wake up wake up, why have you done this?

I told him I had done it to save him. I planned for it to only last for two weeks then we would swap back. I told him that we were going to live in this house for two weeks while I got his body off the drugs and away from harm, we were not going out, if we needed anything it would have to be delivered or we would go without. It was all at my expense, both financially and morally. I told him it was going to be easy. He reminded me that it wasn't.

Of course, he was right it was a terrible first two weeks. The crime and most other things was easy for my mind to prevent, but his body was wanting the drugs and now I was going through the comedowns and cravings of wanting, no needing the drugs. It was terrible and jack begged me too swap back with him, so that he could take the pain that he had caused. Imwasmt allowimgmanyjTwo weeks that went by and whilst things were better, they weren't good enough. I decided to take another two weeks. We both decided it would be best to keep me locked away

After almost a month as him, I decided to get him a gift, the gift of ink on his hand, he loved it as it matched mine. However, we decided t stay swapped, me feared swapping back would kã