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Mark
That drink I gave the cowboy at the bar had something a little extra. I knew I wouldn’t have the opportunity to inject him in such a public place.
When he started feeling a little bit weird and vulnerable, he removed himself to a more secluded spot in the bar. No one was back here. We could have some privacy.
He has been officially volunteered for bodysuit conversion. I can’t wait to put on his meat suit and go back out to the bar. I love being a cowboy.
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Dumb Jock
I can feel my IQ slipping in this body. All I seem to care that is protein and lifting. I can feel my intellect transforming into nothing more than a dumb jock. Considering the trade-off, I’m OK with that. It’s strangely liberating to have no concern other than maintaining this impressive physique. 
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Federico
My neighbor Federico was quite a specimen. He walked up and down the halls, half clothed, making an exhibition of himself. It got to a point where I could identify him from any inch of flesh I saw through the peep hole. He had distinctive, tattoos, covering his arms and back complemented a well maintained muscle physique.
One day I caught him in the hallway, going to the laundry room with his basket. Our laundry room was in a secluded part of the building basement. With only one machine, few people went down there if they knew it was being used. The laundry room wasn’t perfect place for me to harvest him.
When I walked into the laundry room, I caught him there perfectly distracted. Good thing I had the syringe in hand. I couldn’t wait to plunge the needle into that perky backside. That is what I did as I walked up and pricked him right on the left butt cheek. He was so surprised, he wasted his last moments of consciousness when he hit his head on the rim of the dryer. I pulled him all the way out by the ankles and let the process complete as he was laying face down on the tile floor.
I scooped up his empty skin and put it in the laundry basket. I quietly went to my apartment and dumped him out on the bed. I pull my new face on adjusting it so that it fits perfectly over my own. I tighten the back of my tattooed neck to make sure I’m completely sealed.
“Hello, I’m Federico” I practice my new voice. I have a slight accent. But it goes nicely with the package. And I do feel like the whole package. I love the way I feel in his skin. Looking down at my new arms, I admire the new tone and color.
I’m gonna have to be careful wearing his skin around the apartment building. He’s so recognizable. People are bound to notice his bare flesh not parading down the hallway. I might just have to take over his life and abandon my own. I’m OK with this.
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