"Frankie, just go out and do the interview. You don't have to be out for long." Pops, the gym owner, had his hands on his hips and was looking a little distressed. All he wanted was for his star competitor to go out and do this stupid interview to represent the gym. He promised to and now he was going to have to keep his word.
"Listen Pops, just leave me alone. I just wanna go home, I've had a long day and your stupid interview will get you like, what, two new customers?" He tossed his sweaty shirt into a locker and Pops shook his head. He looked off to the corner and nodded his head and out came one of the towel boys. He was chubby and sweating from the work. Frankie sat down on the bench in the center and placed a cap on his head, reaching into a bag to grab his shirt.
"Guess I'll have someone else do it then." Pops said, nodding again as the towel boy walked over and sat down in front of him.
"What this guy?" He scoffed, but as he did the towel boy grabbed Frankie's shoulders and opened his mouth. His eyes turned white and something within his throat was glowing before popping out of his lips and forcing its way into Frankie's mouth. Frankie tossed his head back and his eyes rolled as the light disappeared inside. Just as it settled, Frankie opened his mouth again and a different colored light appeared from his throat. Frankie's essence flew towards the chubby body and filled it up.
"There we go," Pops said as the new Frankie stood up, "just so you know you can't keep him, but if you're good I'll let you have the night." His old body slumped over, passing out from the surprise and Frankie walked right out to do this interview. He was not shy about his body, flexing for the camera, bouncing his chests, feeling up his muscles. All of these were a product of the gym and he was pretty convincing
Plus, the towel boy really wanted a night with this body. Wouldn't you?
I know you don't like writing body swap stories but when you do they are good