This choice: Continue living Sean's life • Go Back...Chapter #6Continue living Sean's life by: Unknown Richard calmed down knowing that John is still alive, albeit in a semi-incapacitated state. John is living, breathing, and feeling through the body of his black-haired high school classmate, Sean Pence.
The idea as to what Sean might feel about this is still murky though. John doesn’t want to get back to being a ghost. He feels sick knowing that he could not touch nor interact with anything. Like he’s a plastic bag uncared by the world. It makes his, or rather Sean’s, stomach just thinking about it. He’d rather possess Sean now and deal with the repercussions later.
Near midnight, Sean’s parents fetched him to the hospital. It’s weird knowing that they were treating John like Sean. They were saying sorry that his friend got in an accident. They kept telling him that everything would be alright.
John doesn’t know what to say so he kept his voice to a minimum. His replies were limited to mumbled yeses and nods. At least he’s getting that signature Sean attitude.
The overwhelming fatigue weighed more the moment John entered Sean’s spacious bedroom. He dove fast onto his bed, stomach first, uncaring that he still had his socks on. He drifted off to sleep in a bed that smelled mostly of Sean.
It was near afternoon when John woke up. For a moment, he thought that everything that transpired yesterday was just some sick dream he got from watching too many ghost detective movies. Seeing Sean’s reflection mimicking his actions acted as whiplash to his current situation.
John picked up his phone. There were already several messages from his relatives asking him if he was okay. He can’t be bothered to confront each one so he left them unread. There’s a message from Richard though, saying that he decided to go back to school after the accident. Richard was surprised to have earlier summer vacation so he’s still undecided on what to do in that free time. While he still doesn’t have an answer, going to school is a good alternative.
John thought it’d be good to follow Richard. He doesn’t really know what to do after all of that either. He’s still recollecting his thoughts on what to do next.
As such, John went downstairs to eat his late breakfast and early lunch. His parents weren’t there because they are doing their high-paying jobs uptown. Jessica, Sean’s sister, is preoccupied with her internship as well. This lives John alone in this large house with a note detailing where the keys are and the money in case he gets hungry.
Before going to school, John had to clean himself first. While he was not a disgraceful display like Richard, he was still a mess. Sean’s combed hair is unkempt. The smell of sulfur from the explosion hangs on his neck and shoulders. And he didn’t realize it but there were singed marks on his chin. He needs to take a bath, ASAP.
Then the thought hit John. If he is going to take a bath, then that must mean he would get to see Sean’s naked body.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,”
John has seen countless naked bodies but nearly all of them came from the internet. He’s seen Richard’s butt that one time but that’s it. Knowing that he’d get to see another person’s naked body, and knowing that he’d see it through their eyes is making John quite squeamish.
“It’s okay. It’s just a penis.”
Why should he be afraid? He has his own penis. This one is the same, but different. John scratched his head because of this stupid situation he placed himself in.
John swallowed his hesitation and just entered the bathroom and undressed. Underneath the clothes, Sean looked decent. He expected him to be a lanky person but he’s got a bit of meat. The expectation might have arisen from his height or his tendency to wear loose clothes.
Then John saw it. His face flushed red, an impossible face to make if Sean was in the reins.
Today is nothing but broken expectations.
“I didn’t expect it to be that big!” John screamed at himself. It was only now that he realized the sagging weight between his legs. “Did a horse fucked your mother?”
It was nearly as long as his forearm, minus the palm. John tried to flush the thoughts away and take the damn shower. Although, it was really difficult when he could feel it all of the time. And it was even worse when he had to clean down there.
It was a miracle that the shower went without incident. John’s mind was begging him to let off some steam. He was tired and his dick was excited. He deserved it. John distracted his mind with his new ghostly powers to suppress those thoughts.
John dressed in clothes that actually livened up his appearance. He wore a simple logo print sweatshirt and denim pants that pairs nicely. He kept his hair somewhat unkempt, unlike the overly-combed one that Sean usually has.
There in the mirror, a different person stares at John. From a cold-faced geek to a streetwear model. It’s amazing how a simple wardrobe change and correct posture could change a person. A smile on this face helps a lot too. It’s a shame how he’s wasting all this good look. No shame now since John is on the reins.
The atmosphere in the school is a whole lot different. It’s not because a laboratory accident caused an explosion that obliterated a faculty room. It’s not because five students were summarily expelled and detained by police. It’s not because the media blew the situation out of proportion and now the principal’s two mistresses are in the spotlight. It’s not these things.
It’s because of the attention John is now having. A walk in the hallway got him tons of looks, mostly from the ladies. They were most surprised to see a resident geek turn into something different. Something that is candy to their eyes.
After checking out Sean’s locker, someone knocked over the AP book in John’s grasp. When he came to look at who it is, he realized that it was Stacy from the theater club.
“So- sorry… I didn’t realize you were there. Let me help you.”
Stacy returned the book but left quickly with chuckles leaving her lips. John soon found out why she was chuckling. There is a note with her number on it.
“Call me 555-XXX… XoXo.”
How awfully bold of her. His supposed close friend was still in the hospital and she was hitting on him this quickly. John took minor offense to it and didn’t take it to heart. He feels somewhat happy though, now that he is getting this kind of attention.
Richard’s eyes would nearly pop out of their sockets when they met each other in the canteen.
“What the fuck did you do to Sean, dude?” Richard said.
“What? I looked good, didn't I? I even got a call number from Stacy Santiago.”
“I mean that’s cool but you look like some fuck boy. What are you going to do next? Drive around town in a floral polo in your convertible?” He laughed.
“You want me to?”
“Hell, no. Looking at you wearing all that puts my uncanny senses on high alert. I’d faint if you tried to do that.” Richard took a bite off of his burger. “Since our class is dissolved, those of us who still want to go to school can go with the other class. I already arranged your and Sean’s schedules so you don’t have to worry about anything. So, did you learn anything on how to get back to your body?”
“I haven’t. I didn’t have the time to search the Internet since I’m so tired. There’s one thing I found out though.” John smiled sheepishly.
“You found out how large Sean’s dick is?”
“Wha- How’d you know I was thinking?”
“Even with a different body, I could read you like a book from the faces you make. And yes, I already know Sean has a big fat dick down there. I saw it a few months ago. You were out sick during that time so it was only us in the shower rooms after PE. His towel slipped and I got the front row seats to the longest dick I have ever seen in my entire life. And like ol’ regular Sean, he picked up his towel and never even said sorry for showing me that display. Like it never even happened! Do you know the damage he did to my manhood on that day? I mean, did a horse fuck his mother?”
“I was thinking the same thing!” John laughed. “It’s still uncomfortable though. Like there’s a log dangling between my legs. It’d take a while for me to get adjusted to this.”
True to his word, John spent a lot of time adjusting his pants. The denim is a good look but it is way too tight for comfort.
“Enough about dick talk and more about your situation. I didn’t actually go back to school to go back to classes. I spent all morning in the library reading the occult and paranormal. While I was reading, I met Theo from the class that we have now. I didn’t expect him to have a rabid interest in the supernatural.”
“He does?” Theo was a year older than John but already had decades of experience with the dating game. His Haitian heritage might be influencing his occultism and charisma.
“Oh, brother. He could go on and on about the topic. It was the bell that saved me from the talk. But his interest could help us. I’m sure of it.” Richard grabbed a book out of his bag. It says, “The Detailed Compendium of Los Diablos, Census of 1835 - 1840s, & Guide to Fornicating with Beavers. By Ulysses Anderson III”.
“Whoa! Ulysses lived a wild life that one.”
“Believe me, there’s more fucked up stuff in the book than the title would show. But I’m showing you this book because other than Theo, there might be a group that can help us. It says here that there is a group of witches who fled to this town during the trials. I traced one descendant who’s managing a souvenir store downtown.”
“And?”
“I know the place. It’s the Witch’s Cauldron. You know, the place with the hot cashier? She’s the descendant. She might be able to help us.” Richard’s face was starting to go red. He’s flustered.
“You know… I could say the same thing. Your face is an open book. This isn’t about witchcraft, is it? And it’s more about that cashier?”
“Wha- Why’d you think that?”
“Okay… I’ll act dumb for now. So, I guess it would be my choice then?
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