Light flashed beneath my closed eyes as molecules reshaped—a trembling sensation that was most pleasurable, lasting longer than expected.
“Your first time is always the best,” said Karen Davis.
Looking up at her through virgin eyes, I smiled.
“It’s going to take a little while to get your balance, so get up slowly. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my new student.”
Grinning, I moved off the table, feeling the weight of my body pressing down on my feet. The bodybuilder’s DNA was one of many sets stored within, alongside my own should I choose to go back. And I have the ability to get more. Skin contact with any person will instantly store their information into my biological database. Along with their experiences, skills, and knowledge, allowing me to shapeshift at will.
“Why don’t you flex your chest muscles and move around a bit.”
Realizing I was naked caused me to blush. Shapeshifters could not replicate clothing like they do in the movies. So it was best to strip down before a transition.
“Looks like the old saying about bodybuilders is true.”
“Oh hell no, I want to shift again.”
“Not so fast, lover boy, you can’t shift for a few more hours. Unless, of course, you want to shift into a corpse.”
Karen was my teacher, handler, and mentor; my everything at this point. She giveth and could taketh my powers away should I fail her class. And graduation was 365 days away.
This is the first draft of my mauscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
The story centers around shapeshifting.
I’m currently working on chapter seven.