Hangover (Patreon)

What the hell dude, it’s swap day and it’s 4 in the afternoon, you're covered in mud, and you stink of stale beer, are you drunk?

Sssssshhhhhhhh. Your talking it’s giving me a headache.

Dude, it's not me giving you a headache it's the beer, what the hell have you been up to?

Well, we did soccer practise this morning, then the coach put on a bbq straight after and well, I couldn't be bothered to shower or change after training. None of us showered.

And you have a skin full? And what do you mean you couldn't be bothered? It's swap day, we always swap at this time every week, we agreed to always be showered when we swap.

Well, we will just swap later, when I've had a shower. Right now I need some sleep.

Like hell we will swap later, we are swapping now.

Before I've showered? You want to deal with the hangover?

I'm sure the hangover isn't going to be that bad and the showering, I can handle, not like I've not showered before, I've seen everything underneath, after all it is my body isn't it?

Fine, do whatever, I'll be happy for you to handle this hangover. You can handle the swap without me, can't you?

At that moment he fell asleep. I can indeed handle the swap without his assistance, but I've never swapped with a guy who's sleeping. I wasn't allowed to move him to make the swap happen, and he had fallen asleep in the exact position he was in from this photo. I took the photo to prove to him how difficult he had made things for me. To be honest, I was pissed with him. It was now going to be hard for me to take over him and since I was currently awake and he was asleep, once we had swapped, I would be asleep and waste God knows how long, sleeping. I'd be asleep with a dirty, smelly sweaty drunken body. And if wake up still clothed and still dirty.

We are a similar age, but we had both chosen different career paths. I chose sports, he chose grades. We both approached a witch and we both said how good it would be for us to experience each other's lives for a while. She said we shouldn't mess with things like this but we insisted. She did what we asked and allowed us to experience each other's lives by exchanging bodies every week on Sunday at 4.30 pm. Every week until we are thirty years old. She said if ever we decided not to swap, she would steal our bodies, and force herself into both of us. Leaving us both stuck in her old and frail body. There was once we tried to avoid it and she appeared and began the process, however, we managed to swap just in time.

It was 4.25 and I had no choice. I needed to become myself again for the next week or be forced into a mind-meld with my mate and be trapped in the body of the witch. I lay down on top of him and got my body into a position matching his as closely as possible. Complete with the camp looking left hand, the knee bent and resting near my knee as well as my right hand and fingers covering my mouth, suggesting a shushing. I began to sink inside him and fell asleep. I knew he would be rising out of my real body any moment and looking after his own life for the next week

Surprisingly, when I woke, it was only 6 pm. I didn't have a hangover at all maybe I was still drunk? And I found being dirty, and smelly yet not experiencing how i got this way was a bit of a turn on. I think I might ask him to return my body this way more often.