While I waited for a reply I opened locker 39 and started to undress. Pulling off the vest, I wiped the sweat from my body; I took a sniff, a strong and potent aroma filled my nostrils. "Fuck I need a shower," I muttered as I removed the remainder of my clothes.
I stood there naked, yet completely confident with my body as Jake left the showers. "Hey Ross, can I borrow your deodorant?"
"Why don't you get some of your own? You're always using mine," I moaned and reached into the locker grabbing the can. I turned and lobbed it at him.
He caught it and grinned. "Because you've always got the good shit, and I like the smell," he replied spraying his whole body. "Hey, is this your usual stuff?"
"Trying something new, what do you think?" My phone buzzed in my locker, "Better late than never," I murmured.
"Dunno, it's got a weird, sweet smell," he replied spraying himself again. "Heads up," Jake called as he returned the can. I caught it giving him a sour look and dropped it in my bag.
After flipping through the numerous 'likes' from my latest post I found the private message; it was from Harry. 'Whoa, you scored big time. That is you right?"
I chuckled and typed a reply. 'Yeah, it's me. You like it? Picked him up a Regan's.'
I looked over at Jake, who was sitting on the bench his head cupped in his hands. I walked over and sat next to him. "You feeling ok Jake?"
He muttered something, barely audible. I nodded knowingly and opened Instagram again. Grabbing him by a handful of hair I pulled his head up, he looked tired and drained. Snapping a picture I replied to Harry's private message with the Jake's portrait. 'Jake wants to meet you, get intimate maybe.' I typed and hit send.
The reply came quickly. 'I'm there, Regan's right?'

It was time to become Ross--completely.
I pulled at his mouth, rolling his thick bull neck into place and hooked his chin over mine. Reaching around the back of my head I found the corners of his mouth and pulled. My ears popped inside, I traced my fingers around his lip and it over the top of my head.
Darkness, the sense of being suffocated. I tried to breath and gasped. My fingers traced my face, I pulled at a protrusion, snapping it over my nose, then my ears; left and right. I seated the lips over my own--I know I didn't have much time, with quick fingers I pushed and pulled at Ross's features making sure they aligned with my own. Finally I swept may hands over my scalp checking for wrinkles or snags. The short cropped hair felt perfect.
I slowly blinked and Ross's cool blue eyes starred back at me. I had no time to admire my new identity before the rage hit me strong. My whole body, spasmed, shaking--I grabbed onto the bench desperate to steady myself. This was the last of the transformation. I squeezed my eyes shut as hot flames whipped through my body; changing me on the inside, fusing me tighter than before with Ross's body and mind--this was a one way trip. My body reconfigured itself, regressing in age, changing and replicating what was once Ross's internal organs. Then the flames extinguished, I blinked and looked in the mirror again. I was Ross Goodman through to the core, cut me open, blood test, nothing would reveal the loss and rebirth that happened this night.
I was Ross, I knew everything about him. I took the choker from the bench and secured it around my neck. Slipping on his gym gear and beanie I returned to the weight room to test out my new strength.
I pumped heavier and heavier weights, my body performed; muscle flexed and swelled under the punishment. Jake was watching me as I flexed in the mirrors, muscles swollen with blood.
~~~

My thoughts were broken by a repeated knocking on the back door. Grabbing a towel I wrapped it around myself and open the fire exit.
"Holly crap, is that you?" Harry exclaimed.
"Yeah, call me Ross," I replied.
He walked in not taking his eyes off me. "Damn, can I be Ross?"
I laughed, "No, it's not possible, I'm Ross now. There's no going back for me now. But for Jake it's only temporary," I explained. "He's just a suit, I can restore him anytime."
"So where is this guy?" Harry asked. I took him around the corner, and his eyes grew wide when he saw the unconscious Jake. "Holly mother of... he's huge--and hairy, and kinda old."

I looked at Harry, a tall and lanky teenager the same age as the new me. "Thought you might enjoy being a bear," I told him with a smirk. "Besides he's the only other guy here tonight."
Harry rested his hand on Jake's furry pecs. "But he's so big."
I grinned. "He's a family man as well. Married with a son--our age."
"Wow! He doesn't look that old."
"If you want something younger to play around in, try his boy." I found Jake's phone and showed Harry a picture.

"No worries." I handed him the can of deodorant, "When you've had enough fun being the father figure, ground Curtis and spray him with this. He'll be a skin like Jake in twenty minutes."
"Then I pull off He-man, and get inside Curtis--just the same way?"
"You got it. When you do the swap, give me a call," I slap Jake's massive pecs, "because I want some of that family man. And not just for the muscle, he's got a hot wife as you probably know."
In the parking lot, we parted. Jake returned to his family in his expensive saloon. Whereas I returned to Ross's apartment on the school's campus in his pickup.
I slipped into Ross's routine; studies, working out, parties and sports while I waited for Jake's call.