A young man who works at a gym finds a magic necklace that sucks him into the body of one of the clients, a sexy Latina, and slowly learns to control her in The Necklace (Part 1), available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.
Randal's life is going nowhere fast. Stuck at a dead end job with a coworker who disrespects him and clients that ignore him. He's particularly smitten with Valentina, one of the regulars, a sexy Latina with a body to die for. But he's never worked up the nerve to ask her out.
Randal's whole life is changed when he finds a strange necklace gives it to Valentina as a gift. As soon as she puts it on, Randal finds himself locked inside her body. A passenger who experiences everything but with no control. Gradually, Randal learns to exert his will and nudge Valentina towards exploring her own sexy body.
As Randal's power grows it becomes easier to control her. He changes her life to fit his needs while trying out every sexy thing he's imagined her doing.
Randal sprayed down the workout bench and wiped it clean with a rag. He tried to look as unobtrusive as possible so as not to disturb the gym-goers lifting weights around him. Though he did shoot a surreptitious glance through the mirror at Valentina, one of the gym regulars on whom Randal had a massive crush. She was a curvy Latina with fiery red hair.
She was doing squats with a small weight. Unlike most of the other women in the gym who wore skin-tight leggings that showed off their body, Valentina wore more modest, almost baggy, sweatpants. But every time she squatted the sweatpants would tighten around her invitingly pinchable butt and wide waist, highlighting her curves.
Valentina caught his eye in the mirror and Randal coughed and glanced away. He stood up straight, his back to Valentina, and eyed the bench he’d been cleaning as if he was inspecting his handiwork. He wished he could exude an aura of confidence and mystique that would make Valentina fawn all over him but, realistically, he knew he gave of the aura of what he was: a shy, low paid gym associate. Not even a trainer.
It didn’t help that Randal didn’t have the brash confidence of some of the beefcake guys in the gym. Nor their physique. He’d tried lifting weights (it was one of the perks of working at the gym that he got free access to the equipment) but it had never quite taken. Randal couldn’t build up the motivation for all the repetitive moves. His mind wandered. He lost focus. He was built more for academics than strength. At five foot nine he wasn’t exactly a towering behemoth. He best described his own physique as ‘stringy’. All in all he felt he was pretty ordinary.
Valentina finished her exercise and set her weight down before picking up her towel and wiping her face. Her red bangs were plastered to her head with sweat but she still looked gorgeous. Plump lips. Friendly brown eyes. A body with more curves than a mountain pass in Bolivia. The swell of her magnificent breasts were tucked beneath a tight white shirt that hid all of her cleavage.
Randal was steeling himself to say some banal nicety just for an excuse to talk to her when someone called his name.
“College boy!”
Fuck. Randal stifled a sigh and turned to see Madison waving him over from across the gym. She was his coworker and nemesis. Constantly belittling him for his education like it was a bad thing. Madison was a mocha-skinned amateur model with big tits, a bigger ass and an even bigger chip on her shoulder. Unlike Valentina, Madison was a walking advertisement for sex. She wore the tightest, skimpiest outfits their boss, Carlos, would let her get away with. Randal continually found himself doing her job for her as she flirted with others at the gym.
Randal grabbed his spray bottle and headed towards Madison. She watched him, one hand on her curvy hip, one side of her mouth curled down. Her wavy black hair somehow still seemed to be perfectly in place as it fell down her back in gentle waves. When she wasn’t flirting, she spent her days in and out of the changing rooms fixing up her hair.
“What do you want, Madison?” Randal sighed when he reached her.
“What do I want? Pfft.” She rolled her eyes. “I would like you to do your job and fix this,” she gestured to the weight machine next to her.
“That’s not my job. I don’t fix the equipment. Just put some tape on it and call Carlos.”
“Can you call Carlos for me?” She said, switching suddenly to flirty mode and touching Randal’s shoulder.
Her fakeness took Randal aback momentarily. “No. I’m busy.”
She immediately dropped the flirty act and tossed her hair back imperiously, glancing him up and down. “Doing what? That spray stuff?” She waved her hand vaguely at him.
“Yes. That spray stuff. Cleaning the equipment. You know, part of our job.”
“Whatever, college boy.” She somehow seemed to turn having a degree into an insult.
They were interrupted by a stacked Black guy who bent down to adjust the weights on the broken machine. Madison put a hand on his shoulder.
“This one’s broken, you can’t use it.”
The guy stood and looked at her. “Oh, damn.”
Madison smiled that predatory smile. “But come with me and I’ll show you how to work something else.”
“Oh, yeah?” The guy quirked an eyebrow suggestively.
Madison looked him up and down slowly and bit her bottom lip. “Yeah. I know exactly how to make you sweat,” she teased, before leading him away to another part of the gym, leaving Randal to take care of the broken equipment.
Randal fumed inwardly as he stomped to the supply closet to retrieve the black and yellow warning tape to string it around the broken machine. Sometimes Randal wished he weren’t so responsible but he couldn’t just let the broken equipment sit there. Madison was constantly wiggling out of her responsibilities using her sex appeal. She did it with clients. She did it with their boss, Carlos, who was a bit of a sleaze anyway. She tried to do it with Randal but he saw right through her fake bullshit.
It was ridiculous that Randal was even working at this stupid gym. He’d chosen a sensible degree in computer science so he could land a high-paying job at some start-up, make his millions, and retire early to do whatever the hell he wanted. Instead, he’d graduated in the midst of massive tech layoffs and faced a ballooning education debt. He’d scrambled to find a job – any job – and ended up at this gym on the outskirts of the city.
After stringing warning tape around the equipment, Randal returned to the reception desk to call Carlos. As usual, Carlos didn’t pick up so Randal left a message telling him about the problem. Carlos fancied himself a jack of all trades. No doubt he would come out and fiddle with the machine a little before declaring it permanently broken and call a real professional. With a little research, Randal could have probably figure out what was wrong and how to fix it. But he already did most of Carlos’s job anyway and didn’t want to take on the added responsibility of being the gym repairman. Once Carlos found out Randal could fix things, he’d see it as a cheaper alternative than hiring someone else and, once again, Randal’s responsibilities would balloon out past the original job description. It was bad enough that with Madison’s laziness, Randal felt like the sole employee.
Randal jammed the ‘end call’ button with his thumb and dropped his phone back in his pocket.
“Hi, excuse me,” someone said. “Randal, is it?”
Randal looked up into Valentina’s gorgeous brown eyes. She had her gym bag slung over one shoulder, the neck of her shirt pulling down to reveal a white bra strap.
Randal wanted to be suave. He wanted to flirt with her. Ask her out. Instead, he paused for a few blinks, collecting his thoughts, before finally saying, “Uhhh, yeah. Uh, Valentina right?”
Her smile lit up her face. “That’s right. Could you tell me when the spin classes are?”
“Sure, yeah, there’s a brochure right here.” Randal dug through the pamphlets beneath the reception desk and pulled out the spin class timetable.
He handed it to her. “Thanks,” she said.
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