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Fiverr Warlock: Holiday Magic

Christmas can be a tricky for us magic users. A lot of clients come to us, hoping for budget miracles or last minute holiday magic, so it's easy to start feeling like people just take you for granted. Plus, warlocks are notoriously difficult to shop for. Most of the things we really want for Christmas, we can just conjure something up ourselves. I was started to get really, really burnt out on the holidays until I figured out a trick to raise my spirits-- as a bonus, it's even easy to do. I just pick a random deserving person and give them some charity magic.

Take a look at Jake, here. He's one of the lowest clerks on the totem pole, but he's also the only tailor I know who sees me as a person and not a commission payout. When he told me last week that he was on his second low sales write-up and about to get fired, I decided to make him one of this season's recipients. I know he's a great guy, but I can't blame a random person off the street rejecting a tailor who can't even wear a properly fitting suit. Improving his appearance will go a long way, I think. The problem is Jake would never accept my direct help for free, so I'll have to be subtle about it.

The first step was getting rid of his facial hair. Some guys look good with scruff, but Jake's body isn't growing hair thick enough for a good beard. I'll start there, and work my way up. As far as Jake knows, I was there to buy some dress shoes. I was actually there to cast a delayed change spell on him that would remove all of that unwanted hair overnight. While I was there, I added some skin moisteners and a long-lasting fatigue remover. Finally, I added a mental shroud so that he wouldn't notice the changes to himself.

When I went back to check on my work, I was pleased to see that Jake already showed a noticeable improvement. He was clearly doing a lot better, even if he didn't know why. Could I have left it there? Sure. But I don't half-ass my charity cases.

He greeted me when I walked in, but today I deflected his attentions. "I'm just browsing today. I meant to ask you, though, have you ever considered OnlyFans?" My words hid the casting of a compulsion spell.

He blushed, and slipped his hands in his pockets. "Oh, I don't think I quite have the body for that... but thank you, sir. Let me know if you need anything."

To his credit, Jake's former body was pretty unremarkable. I say former because I cast another delayed transformation on him. This time I gave him 20% more muscle mass, a deeper voice, and increased his self-confidence. I also took a few more years off, for good measure.

The next day, I was able to find his OnlyFans account under his name. It was tempting to increase his muscle mass further, but doing so would risk breaking the mental shroud I cast over him. Besides, massive muscles and a bronze tan often went hand in hand, and I would hate to ruin his beautifully pale skin.

No, better to leave well enough alone. Otherwise I'd be casting minor spells on him for weeks. Jake was no longer struggling through life due to his disheveled appearance, and that's what mattered. Another Christmas Miracle, crafted by yours truly.

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Fiverr Warlock: Saturdays are for Recovery

“Hey, Gus?“  Waking up with a killer headache was bad enough, but for some reason my roommate was shaking my shoulder.  “Gus, wake up.  You... uhh, you’re not gonna believe this, buuuut... we’ve swapped bodies.”

I sat upright, trying and failing to rub the sleep out of my eyes.  “Dude.  Preston.  What the fuck?  You, of all people, should understand that Saturdays are for recovery.  I was up until 4am playing League, and you were out drinking or whatever.  Fucking hell, why does my head hurt?”

“Probably because you’re dealing with my hangover,” he said, handing me a glass.  “Drink that, it’ll help.”  I gratefully downed the entire drink, and handed it back to him.  To... me?  I looked up at him, only to find that I was looking at my own body.  “I wasn’t kidding,” he said, laughing at the look of confusion on my face.

“Why are you so calm?” I yelled, looking down at the chest that was clearly not my own.  I found myself grasping at my new face, as if I was going to be able to feel a difference in its shape.  I couldn’t get past my sudden lack of facial hair.  “How the fuck did this happen?”

Preston just shrugged.  “Hell if I know.  It’s not like Web MD has a tutorial on this.  My best guess is that if we just go about our business like normal, it will reverse itself just as quickly as it happened.  I’m just hoping it’ll go away by tomorrow.”

I could scarcely believe what I was hearing.  “Tomorrow!?  Are you shitting me?  You want me to just keep going like nothing is wrong, and maybe it will fix itself?  Fuck that!  We need to do something!  We need to-- I don’t know, research this, or, or... tell someone who can help us, or... I don’t know... but, but something, dammit!”

He reached out and placed his hand on my shoulder, “Look, it’s not that I’m somehow okay with this.  I don’t want to be stuck in your life just as much as you don’t want to be stuck in mine.  But you just woke up-- I’ve already had several hours to come to terms with this.  If we try to tell anyone, they’ll just claim that we’re full of shit.  I can’t find anything relevant on the internet about this, and frankly, I wouldn’t have trusted it even if I did.  And it’s like you said-- Saturdays are for recovery.  We don’t have to do anything important today.  No one will be any the wiser if we just lay low.”

“But... yeah, alright,” I said.  It wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but I had to admit that it made sense.  It wasn’t how people handled this sort of thing in the movies, but... well, this was real life.  It wasn’t like we’d gotten into a shouting match in a Chinese Restaurant, or whatever.  I glanced around Preston’s bedroom, trying to figure out where he kept his clothes.  “So, uhhh... I’m pretty fuckin’ hungry.  Do think it would be a big deal if I went out to grab food?”

Preston just shrugged his shoulders in response.  “Should be fine.  I mean, what are the odds that either of us manage to run into someone we know?  It’s a big town.  Even if we go out in public, I think it will be fine.  Honesty hour, I was about to grab McDonalds, maybe go out and see a movie.  Do whatever you want today.”

I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes.  “Bending the facts to reach the outcome you want?  My body must be wearing off on you.”

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When Preston asked me to use my warlock powers to swap his body with that of his roommate, I was hesitant.  Not that I was afraid or unwilling to use my powers, mind you-- it wasn’t all that hard.  Most of the difficulty with body swap magic is making things permanent.  A 24 hour swap is the sort of thing I’d charge $50, maximum.  I just didn’t want to get in the habit of casting spells on my boyfriend.  We’ve only been dating for a few months, and I really hate the relationship imbalance that happens when one person is constantly relying on me for spells.

That said, he’s been really good about not begging me for trivial favors, and he really wanted something different for our three month anniversary.  We both enjoy a bit of roleplay in the bedroom, so why stop at costumes?  Gus’s body was... certainly different.  His body is a lot more nerd-punk than I expected, and seeing it makes me wonder how on earth the two of them can stand being around each other.

“What do you think?” he asked, lifting up his shirt.  “Pretty good for a computer geek, right?”

He stared at me with the same sort of confident swagger that had enticed me all those weeks ago, confirming without a doubt that this is Preston in Gus’s body, and not just Gus trying to pull a prank.  I could feel myself falling for him all over again.  “Pretty good, indeed.  And here I was wondering if I was going to need to use magic to change this body into something serviceable.”

He placed his other hand at his waistband, and slid his pants down to his knees.  “Not in the slightest,” he said, letting Gus’s manhood flop free.  Preston laughed at the look of shock on my face as he started to grasp it in both hands.  “It’s somewhere around eleven inches when hard,” he said.  “Sometimes he’ll leave the shower naked when he thinks I’m still at the gym.  I’ve wanted to try it out for myself for so long... and now it’s mine for an entire day.”  

He kissed me full on the lips, the stubble of his beard scraping against my skin as his tongue probed my mouth.  My brain knew this was Preston, but my senses were convinced that this was some sort of sandalwood-scented stranger.  “I can’t wait to show you my appreciation,” he said, whispering into my ear.  The heat of his breath caused my hair to stand up on end.  Eleven inches of rock-solid cock was going to completely wreck my ass, and I didn’t even care.  It’s not like I had any other plans this weekend.  Besides, Saturdays are for recovery.

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Fiverr Warlock: Freed from Master

If you had told me a few years ago that part of my job duties involved making sure that all of our student athletes were properly protected against malicious curses and other magic, I would have laughed in your face. Now that I've had three years under my belt, it's probably one of the most important parts of my job-- not that it will ever appear on my official job description. Any major Athletics Program worth its salt has at least one warlock on payroll. The seers are mostly just scam artists, as far as I can tell, but the warlocks-- the warlocks are the real deal.

We're a smaller program, so our warlock is on a contract. It's still a lot of money, but the peace of mind is definitely worth it. The last thing you want is a Quarterback who can only throw interceptions, or a Point Guard who keeps getting fouled for traveling. And I'd be lying if I wasn't a big fan of the fringe benefits. My middle-aged dad bod has been upgraded with broad shoulders and a firm ass that really fills out my dress slacks.

"Sorry to bother you so early in the morning," I said, speaking to our warlock over speakerphone, "but one of the warding glyphs that you set on the football team broke. We haven't received any complaints from the rest of the team, so hopefully we've given you enough notice to mitigate most of the damage."

He let out a long, drawn out sigh. "Well, it would have taken some very nasty magic to break those glyphs. You paid for some of my strongest defensive glyphs, after all." I held my tongue-- at over $15,000 per sport per season, they had damn well better be strong. "Minor jinxes and hexes would have been repelled, so whatever happened, there must be another warlock behind it. I can try to have words with him, but I can't guarantee how successful we will be."

I adjusted my collar in the mirror before switching him to handheld mode. "Look, off the record? Don't just have words-- I need you to take care of it. Anything short of illegal is on the table. Student Affairs doesn't sign your checks."

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"Master, I'm wearing the outfit that you picked out for me. What do you think?" I shifted my shoulders, trying to get used to the feel of the plaid hoodie that restricted my arms.

"It looks good, Darrell," he said, nodding his head as he looked me over. "Very stylish. Much better than the tank tops you used to wear. It's still not the sort of outfit that I want you to wear, but I think it's the best we can do on such short notice. You really don't have much variety in your closet."

"I'm sorry, Master," I said, lowering my head. Master wasn't going to be mad at me, was he? I couldn't help but feel guilty. If I had known how incomplete my life was without my Master, I would have tried to find him sooner. Maybe then I could have made better choices with my life.

He stared at me for what felt like an eternity before speaking. "Apology accepted," he said. "Now then, let's get going. I have a few library books I need to pick up before I let you service my body."

I couldn't help but smile. The thought of worshipping Master's body filled me with pleasure, and I couldn't help but grow excited. Master's pale skin and slender body was the peak of male perfection, and it was an honor to place all four inches of Master's erect penis into my mouth.

The sound of a polite cough interrupted my daydream. "Master, I think someone is here to see you," I said, looking over at the source of the noise. He looked familiar. Did I meet him back in August during the pre-season training? Well, it didn't matter. Only Master mattered.

Master started cursing under his breath. "Darrell, go ahead and wait for me outside," he said, setting his books down on the nearby table. "That is an order," he added, noticing that I was rolling up my sleeves in preparation to fight. Well, this was probably fine. After all, Master didn't need my aid to fight off the stranger. Master was a very powerful magic user.

I went outside and waited patiently on the balcony. I hated being so far away from Master, but at least it was a bright and sunny day. I started whistling to myself-- partially to ease my anxiety, and partially to drown out the sounds of battle that were coming from the library. Mostly explosions, but there were also a few high-pitched screams.

After a particularly loud scream, I found myself clutching my head in pain. "Where... the fuck am I?" I said, trying to keep my eyes open despite the pounding hangover. "I was at one of the frat pre-game keggers, but then... some pretty douche tried to corner me while I was grabbing another cup, and... is that the library?" I blinked a few more times, trying to remember what happened.

"Are you feeling alright?" someone asked. I looked up and noticed Calvin, the weird guy who sometimes showed up in the locker rooms.

I paused, trying to decide how to answer that question. "I... uhh, I feel a bit dizzy? But otherwise, I think I'm doing okay."

"Glad to hear it!" he said, slapping me on the shoulder. I wanted to be mad-- who the hell does he think he is, acting like we're close friends? -- but the moment he touched me, it was like the fog around my head completely lifted. "You had me worried there, Darrell, you weren't looking too good there for a bit."

I grabbed my tank top in my hand, showing off my hard-earned abs to that weirdo. "Fuck you, dude. I look great!"

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Fiverr Warlock: Professional Courtesy

"Hey, thanks for agreeing to meet with me," Jeremy said, sitting on the corner of his bed. I'd heard rumors about how the university managed to sneak in perks for the Basketball Team, but I hadn't realized how blatant it was until I set foot inside the premiere student dorm, the one that had a huge waitlist unless you were an athlete or your parents were major donors. Not that pointless displays of wealth really phased me anymore. Turns out being a Warlock is massively profitable.

"You're Calvin, right? The magic dude, or whatever? You gotta help me, man. I think someone cursed me, or some shit. I first noticed it last week, I started blacking out over the weekend. But like, during the day, when I wasn't drinking. And I don't remember going to any of my classes this week, but no one's yelled at me so far, so I guess I showed up? That was weird enough, but yesterday when I woke up, I was naked on my bed with jizz all over my chest. Which is just... all sorts of fucked up, man! And it made me remember how sore my ass was on Monday and... fuck, dude, I know this shit sounds crazy, but it's almost like someone is trying to live my life. Please, you gotta do something!"

I simply nodded in response; it didn't take much for me to realize what had happened here. Really the only dilemma was going to be whether or not I should side with Jeremy or with his tormentor. "I'd like to start with a few tests," I said, pulling a soul jar out of my pocket. "Go ahead and place this on your lips, and then blow into it."

Jeremy obliged, and his face barely had any time to register an expression of fear or surprise before his soul had been completely pulled out of his body. As expected, Jeremy's body didn't fall over limp because there was someone else inside of it. His body started thanking me for helping him out, but I didn't pay much attention to what he was saying. I corked the jar containing Jeremy's soul and slipped it into my pocket for safekeeping before turning to address the intruder. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't expel you from his body."

"Please, sir. I'm... my name is Russell, and I just wanted to know what it was like to be someone who was popular for once. But now I'm trapped in his body and I don't know what to do! My real body is... I'm pretty overweight, and I had, just... the worst case of acne back in high school. So when I found this book in my parents' attic, I thought maybe..."

I let out a deep sigh. Few things were more annoying than a fledgling warlock who couldn't be bothered to read how his spells worked. Granted, it sounded like the kid didn't have a mentor, but that was no excuse. "Alright, fine. From one warlock to another, I'll give you a pass this time, but on one condition. Take off the jewelry, and take off the shirt. Give all of it to me."

"I... yeah, consider it done," Russell said, throwing his tank top onto the floor and dropping all of his silver on top of it. "But can I ask why?"

"I had you take off the jewelry because it's fucking up your possession spell. Warlock magic is weak to silver. There's no way that stuff is 100% pure silver, but it's enough of an alloy that the real Jeremy was able to break through for a few hours at a time." I flashed Russell a mischievous grin. "I had you take off your shirt because I wanted to see Jeremy's muscular body for myself."

He blinked in confusion for a few moments before he finally picked up on my drift. "Well, then... since you're the reason I'm keeping this body, I think it's only fair that you get a chance to explore every inch of it. Shall we take this back to the bedroom?"

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It wasn't the best sex that I'd ever had; far from it, if I'm being honest. Still, I made sure to take photos of the two of us in bed post coitus as a souvenir-- not many people can they that they've fucked Jeremy Thomas in the ass. With any luck, Russell would improve with time and experience. Or maybe he would continue to be a terrible lay, laboring under the presumption that being popular made him good at sex. It didn't really matter to me either way.

"Don't forget to switch back before two weeks are up," I said, leaving the soul jar with Jeremy's essence on the coffee table. "You can't do magic from someone else's body, and you'll be trapped inside of that body if Jeremy's soul grows stale and evaporates."

"Duly noted," Russell said, glancing up from the sofa with an expression that suggested he was barely paying attention to me. Well, it was his choice to make, not mine. Although, with that sort of lazy attitude, his teammates were probably going to grow suspicious. The odds of him making it even one more week before he needed to flee Jeremy's body seemed slim to none.

I just shrugged my shoulders. Not my monkeys, not my circus. "Okay, well... if you ever need my help again, you have my Venmo information."

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Fiverr Warlock: On The House

“I like to meet up in person with all of my potential clients,” Calvin said, ushering me inside with a wide smile.  “If nothing else, it keeps people from wasting my time with inane questions.  If you’re willing to meet with me, it means that you’re serious about paying for my services.  Soda?”

He snapped his fingers, and a guy wearing a tuxedo walked into the room, holding a silver tray balanced with a few cans of Mountain Dew.  Was this... his roommate?  They looked to be the same age, but the blank expression on the servant’s face seemed to be due to more than just acting.  “Umm, no thanks,” I said, trying not to stare too hard.

“Suit yourself,” Calvin said, shrugging his shoulders.  He snapped his fingers, and the butler left the room.  “So, tell me more about the guy that is bugging you.  He’s your roommate, you said?”

I took a deep breath.  “Yeah.  His name is Jake, and he’s making my life hell right now.  I’m... not completely out of the closet.  My father threatened to not pay for college if I didn’t rush Sigma Epsilon Chi, and so now I’m surrounded by a lot of hot guys all the damn time.  Which... I know it sounds like a dream, and it almost would be, except for Jake.  He’s aggressively homophobic, and I’m afraid what he might do to me if he finds out.  Umm, here’s the photo of him you requested,” I said, sliding my phone over to him.

Calvin’s eyebrows shot up at the sight of him.  “I was not expecting him to be so large,” he admitted.  “And you’re telling me you just want to have the threat removed?  You don’t want to make him gay, you don’t want to steal his muscles for yourself, you just... want him to stop being homophobic?”

“That’s right,” I said, nodding my head.  “Less angry in general would also be nice, but I don’t know if I can afford that.  I know warlock magic can get expensive.”

Calvin handed me back my phone.  “I have to admit, most of the requests people pay me for are usually more... revenge based in nature.  This might actually work out in your favor.  I assume you’re not attached to the guy in any way?”  He smiled, noticing the look of confusion on my face.  “My magic has a hard time with subtle.  It’ll be easier to slip in a few curses along with removing his anger and homophobia.  So, if you agree to let me steal his strength for myself, I’ll give you a massive discount.  Say... $50 for the whole job?”

“That low?  You’ve got a deal!”  I was expecting to spend a few hundred on this spell-- drinks were going to be on me this weekend.  “He’s usually outside on the smoker’s balcony on Saturday afternoons.  With any luck, he’ll be alone out there.  Can... can I watch you do it?”

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Jake looked up from his spot on the bench.  “And who the hell are you?” he said, as Calvin walked out onto the balcony.  “How did you get in the building?  Don’t tell me you’re friends with him,” he added, as I walked out behind him.

“You really are a ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” Calvin said, rubbing his hands together.  Jake started shifting in his seat, probably preparing to try and get up into Calvin’s face, but the warlock had other plans.  He tapped Jake lightly on the forehead, causing the lumbering brute to slump backwards.

“This is my favorite part,” Calvin said, as a wide grin flashed across his face.  “Let me know if you see anyone coming, alright?”  He stood over Jake’s unconscious body, with his right hand extended out over the jock’s chest.  For a few moments, I wasn’t sure if anything was even happening.  I was expecting something quick, like a balloon deflating.  It wasn’t until the wet spot started to form on his shorts that I realized what was actually happening.

“Is he... getting a boner?” I asked, unable to keep my eyes away from what had to be at least seven inches as it strained against its fabric prison.  Jake was starting to leak precum, based on the spot on his shorts.

“I mean, there are other ways to steal someone’s strength, but... personally, I’m a big fan of any spell with unusual visuals.  Besides, I figured you might like to see this method.”  Jake’s body slumped down further against the wall as his body started to orgasm.  His erect cock bobbed up and down with each spurt of jizz, causing the wet stain to grow larger and larger.

The smell of sweat, salt, and sex permeated the air, and it took me a few moments to realize that Jake’s muscles were finally deflating.  Was he... jizzing his muscles away?  I didn’t understand what was happening, but I couldn’t deny that it looked hot.

“Alright, that’s the entire spell,” Calvin said, once Jake’s cock had stopped moving.  “I’ve taken as much muscle mass as I can take without creating bigger issues.  As far as the reason you came to me... all of his homophobia, and most of his quick temper, has just been splashed against the fabric of his boxers.  He’s going to be disoriented for a day or two, but he shouldn’t remember anything.  As long as you lie in a consistent way, you should be able to tell him whatever you want.”

Jake began to stir, as if being roused from a deep sleep.  “Why are you... oh, shit!” he cried, suddenly aware of the massive stain on the front of his shorts.  He leapt to his feet, vainly covering the spot with one of his hands as he fumbled with the door.  “Gotta change, sorry!”

“Did he just... apologize?” I asked, looking at Calvin.

He merely smiled at me.  “I mean, we did just remove a lot of anger out of his body.  That’s going to have a major impact on his personality.  You’re probably going to notice a lot of changes, hopefully most of them being for the better.  Also, don’t be surprised if he starts hitting on you.”

I blinked a few times, trying to process that last sentence.  “I thought you said that you weren’t going to make him gay.  Why would he hit on me?”

Calvin laughed.  “I said I wouldn’t force him to be gay.  But any time someone shows that much homophobia... well, he might have been a repressed gay who was lashing out.  If that’s the case, he might be more open to coming out and accepting himself.  But honestly, it’s also possible that the old Jake was just that much of an asshole.  Either way, if he decides to come out of the closet soon, I had nothing to do with it.”

I thought about the large, massive douchebag that I used to be forced to share a room with, and compared him to the slender guy who rushed past me, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.  “Well, if he does?  I’m sure I could do worse.”

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Fiverr Warlock: Swap and Servitude

Back in August, I would have told you that renting an apartment a block away from Greek Row was the worst idea ever.  I thought maybe the eye candy would balance out having to deal with the constant noise and partying that happens all the time, but it turns out a good half of them are just here on Daddy’s money.  Or at least the ones that live in the houses on this street.  So many twink-y guys in Sperrys and sweaters.  Good on them for having an aesthetic, I guess, but... it’s not for me in the slightest.

My type is more of the hyper-athletic bro, the same type that just happens to never give me the time of day.  I know I’m a pretty book-ish guy, but it’s not like I’ve let my body completely go to shit.  Surely there’s an athletic guy out there who does the same for his brain?  Well, if there is, I sure as hell can’t find him.  Bros only want other bros.

But now that I’ve met Calvin, I’m glad to have an apartment nearby.  Not that Calvin is one of the frat boys I’ve been lusting after-- no, Calvin is a warlock that I discovered on Fiverr.  At least, he says he’s a Warlock, anyway.  I don’t know the difference between a warlock or a wizard or a mage, and I don’t really care.  For $3,000 he can cast a deep sleep spell so that he can swap my body with the frat bro of my choice.  Which... is pretty damn steep.  But, if I can find a way to get one of them alone and restrained, the actual body swapping part is only $200.

And there’s where the End of the Year Party comes into play.  The weekend after Finals Week is a no-holds-barred kegger of epic proportions.  And luckily for me, it’s tradition that anyone who passes out gets duct-taped to the wall next to the sidewalk that leads to campus.  I’ve been walking up and down that path every half-hour since ten pm, eagerly hoping that one of my choices would be found suspended, and at 2 am it finally happened.  There was Phillip, in all his muscular glory.  I couldn’t believe my luck-- he had been my first choice.  Calvin couldn’t guarantee that I could access my new body’s memories for the first few days, and I had known Phillip back in High School-- it would be easy for me to pretend to be him.  Just act like a cocky jerk, and that was half the battle.

“I’ve made my decision,” I said, walking into Calvin’s house holding $200 from the ATM and a case of red bull.  I’d told him about my plan to use the passed-out duct-taping to circumvent the need for a $3,000 sleep spell, and he had agreed to it.

Calvin flipped through the bills before slipping them in his pocket.  “All present and accounted for, fair enough.  Don’t forget to come back tomorrow afternoon so that I can make it permanent.  So, do I know which body I’ll be putting you into?  You won’t be conscious for that part of the spell,” he added, seeing my confusion.  He started walking toward his basement, so I started following after him.  “The first step involves me putting your soul into a jar, that’s the part which is expensive and time-consuming.  After that, it’s just a matter of finding a body which can’t fight back so that the soul in the jar can be swapped out.”

I nodded in understanding.  “I want Phillip’s body,” I said, climbing onto the stone alter that Calvin was pointing at.  The basement was inexplicably eerie, with damp stone and candlelight that failed to fully illuminate all of the jars on the shelves.  This was starting to feel like a bad idea, but I had gone too far to turn back now.  Calvin placed the jar at my lips, and I found myself overcome with drowsiness.

When I woke up, I found myself taped to a cement wall.  The anticipation was brutal, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to confirm much of anything until some of the brothers came back around in the morning to pull everyone down.  Sure enough, when I pulled up the front camera on my phone, I found Phillip’s face staring back at me.  The casual, mess hair... the strong jawline... I was starting to get erect just thinking about it.  Phillip wasn’t quite my type... but with this chest and these shoulders, I would have no issues attracting my type.

Presumably something about the magic that Calvin had cast also allowed me to bypass the hangover that Phillip would have otherwise earned, because I felt totally fine.  Calvin warned me it might take a few days before I gained all of Phillip’s memories, and he certainly had not exaggerated.  I had no idea which room was mine... but I knew what kind of car I drove, and where I had parked it.  I figured I would just drive around for a few hours before meeting back up with Calvin, but... seeing the gym bag in my back seat gave me a new idea.

It was the first time I had ever been inside of a gym before, but thankfully it was mostly empty on a Saturday morning, meaning that no one was around to watch me be clueless around some of these machines.  Still, the feeling of power, the thrill of lifting weights that had been well outside of my capabilities the day before... I never understood why people enjoyed the gym before, but I had to admit, I was starting to see the appeal.

By the time my workout was over, I had regained enough memories to know which room in the house was mine, even if I didn’t remember my roommate yet.  A quick shower, a few rounds of CS:GO, and then it was time for me to meet up with Calvin again so that he could finish the magic.  “I’m finishing up lunch, come on over” he texted.

“Is that... why is my old body wearing a tuxedo?” I asked, staring at the scene in front of me.

“Does it matter?” Calvin asked, giving me a smug grin as he popped a piece of potato into his mouth.  “It’s not like you’re using it anymore.  Soulless bodies make for great servants-- keeping your old body is part of why the spell was so cheap for you.  I have to say, you’re a much better cook than I thought you would be.  I don’t think I’ll have to do much tweaking there.  Now, your cleaning skills, that will take me a few spells to get fixed.  But your old body and I, we have all the time in the world.”

I clenched my fist, trying to sort through the emotions that were swimming through my head.  “But if... if I’m in this body, and that body has no soul... then where did Phillip end up?”

Calvin smiled.  “Phillip is still trapped in this jar.”  He pointed at the glass jar on the other side of the table, that was, apparently, filled with a human soul.  “Nature abhors a vacuum.  A soul in someone else’s body, nature doesn’t like.  Two souls in each other’s bodies?  Nature hates that more.  If you open that jar, his soul will go back to his body, and your soul will go back to yours.  The only way you can keep your new body is if Phillip stays in the jar.  The jar is yours to keep, by the way,” Calvin said, wiping his lip with a napkin.  “I don’t need to cast a final spell or anything, I just need for you to take the jar with you.  If you decide you want to switch back, you have one week to open the jar, and nature will take care of the rest.  After that, his soul will have spent too long outside of a body, and it will evaporate.”

“I... I didn’t mean for him to...” I paused, considering the moral dilemma for the first time.  I had never actually thought about what would happen to Phillip once I stole his body.  And, I had to admit... the more I thought about it, and the more I remembered how much of a dick Phillip had been... the less I cared.  On some level, I think I knew exactly what I was doing.  I looked down at my chest and my arms, giving my new muscles a quick flex.  Yes, this was exactly what I had paid for.  This was mine, now.

“I’ll take it as a keepsake, I guess,” I said, grabbing the jar off the table.  “Thanks for your help, and... uhh, enjoy your new servant, I guess.”