Just Another Day in the Life of a Body Hopper
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As I took in the sight of Reeve's fear, I couldn't help but feel a sense
of satisfaction. Morally speaking, it was not my place to judge him. I
had probably done far worse in my 200+ years on this planet. Still, I had
reformed. Reeve, on the other hand, had chosen not to. That choice sealed
his fate, and now he was about to find out how severe the price of that
decision was.
A little bit about me - I am part of a fairly well concealed group known
informally as body hoppers. We have the ability to take control of
someone else's body, and live their lives for as long as we like. We do
so by changing our forms, so that it can be absorbed into our host's
body. The only the way to distinguish a newer hopper is by looking at
their faces in a photograph, or in a mirror. Unlike their female hosts
(or mounts, as most refer to them as), their faces appear as male. As
they age, most learn to alter their features so as to avoid detection by
any normal mortal, and most hoppers. Some of us can see through the
disguise, and that particular ability has proven to be particularly handy
to me.
"Hopping" some one's body wouldn't be a bad thing, if it was done with
their permission. However, it rarely happens that way. Most hoppers will
force their way into their victim's body, in what can only be described
as a very strange and terrifying form of mind rape. Granted, the
sensation doesn't last very long before their mind goes into a coma like
state, but it can feel like an eternity to the unfortunate person who is
going through it.
Just about as bad is the carnage that a hopper can cause in the ensuing
days, weeks, or months while occupying a host's body. Because hoppers
have an almost constant need to engage in sexual activity, they will have
intercourse with pretty much anyone. They have no respect for their
host's morals, values or religious beliefs. This is partly because they
generally border on being sociopaths or psychopaths; and partly because
they aren't around to suffer the consequences of their actions. Their
victims may end up pregnant; shunned by friends, family and society;
and/or afflicted with a venereal diseases.
I know, because for over two decades I did the exact same thing to my
hosts' bodies. I may never have become aware of what my victims went
through, had it not been for an unusual host that I had the very good
fortune of hopping in 1807.
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Her name was Emily, and she was a strong willed, beautiful young woman. I
encountered her while buying supplies for a trip out west. She was
working in her father's general store in St. Louis, Missouri, and from
the second I saw her, I knew I had to have her. I waited until she
finished her shift, and then followed her to her friend's house. With
sunset approaching, I knew she wouldn't be there for long before
returning to her home above the general store. I hid in an alleyway that
I figured she would walk past on her return trip. When she approached, I
lay down on the ground and moaned as if in pain. I knew she was a nice
enough person that she would come to my aid. When she came to my side and
touched my arm, I made my move. Before she had a chance to object or run
away, I was literally inside her body and running the show. Her mind was
in that familiar comatose state, and I was free to go about my business
with her body.
Unlike the others, though, I had a faintest sense of her mind in the
background. It didn't happen right away, and I couldn't even pin down
when it did occur. It started with a faint sense of confusion, and went
up from there. It wasn't until maybe my twentieth time having intercourse
with yet another man that I felt something else: shock, horror, and
shame. It hit me like a tidal wave, and was absolutely the worst
emotional state I'd ever experienced. There was nothing I could do to
suppress it - hopping a body was supposed to shut down the host's
conscious mind. Hoppers had no defence against the host coming to,
because it never happened.
The emotional trauma I experienced motivated me to leave Emily's body
right away. I walked over to a nearby shed where I had my males clothing
stashed, and initiated the process of reforming my usual body. Something
went wrong, though - as soon as I started to pull out of her, something
in her mind clamped down on me, locking me inside her. I had no idea a
host could do this. I fought her, but her grip didn't budge an inch. I
fought until I didn't have any energy left. It was then, when I was at my
weakest, that she completely overwhelmed me with her memories of what she
went through. And she remembered everything, right from moment I took
over her body, and through all the shameful acts I performed using her
shell. The feeling of shame she experienced from everyone looking at her
like she was no more than a whore. Her beau breaking up with her. It was
all there, and I felt it all. I never knew such pain, and that was just
from one victim. I knew the others I had hopped had no memories of my
time in their bodies, but they had to live with the damage I had done. I
made a vow, right then and there, that I would never take over someone
else's body without their express consent. I also made a promise, both to
myself and Emily, that I would stop other hoppers from destroying their
hosts' lives.
If I could feel Emily's emotions, and read her thoughts, she could do the
same of mine. She knew I was being sincere, and it was then that she
allowed me to leave. I reformed in front of her, staggering a bit. I was
weakened from the fight, and the emotional onslaught. She could have
taken advantage of that and killed me with little effort, but she didn't.
She knew that there were other hoppers out there, and that they needed to
be dealt with. She didn't have the resources or skill to stop them, but
she knew I would figure it out. She just looked at me for a few very long
moments, and then walked away. I knew that she would be leaving town
shortly to start a new life elsewhere, as her reputation in St. Louis was
beyond repair. I felt very guilty about that, and I hoped she would
recover from the damage I had caused her one day.
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Reeve looked at me, fearfully. The woman he currently occupied was
beautiful, fit, and very bright. She had been in her third year of
university, working towards a PhD in physics. I say 'had', because Reeve
had ripped that from her. She was now pregnant, and a heavy smoker and
drinker. Her school work had been ignored, and as a result, she was
suspended. Her reputation had been all but destroyed by Reeve, who had
slept his way through the football and basketball teams while in her
body. Her fiance had broken off the engagement, as a result of her
erratic behaviour and changed personality. Her life was a shambles,
thanks to the sociopathic behaviour of yet another hopper. At least there
would be justice - I would see to that.
He tried pleading and reasoning with me, and even threatening me, but it
was all in vain. I only showed mercy to those who were genuinely
remorseful,and would join my cause. I could not be fooled, as I could
read any hopper's true thoughts and intents once I made physical contact
with them. It was an unpleasant experience, but I put myself through it
in order to be 100% certain.
I gave him his options through the link - execution; or permanent
elimination of his hopping powers, along with being locked into the form
of a frail and unattractive woman. Death was the only option for many
decades, until my research into hopper physiology paid off. I had found a
way to destroy their ability to enter another body. I used that on a few
hoppers I had caught, but it still left them as relatively healthy and
strong men. Their anger at having their powers destroyed, compounded by
their high sexual drive and being locked in a male body permanently, had
severe consequences. A few of them were driven to the point of psychosis,
with one becoming a rapist, and two more becoming serial killers. A few
anonymous tips to police helped put all of them behind bars, and I spent
more time refining the treatment.
Years later, it paid off. I could lock them into a female form, but it
was not the physically desirable kind that they were accustomed to.
Instead, their new body was small, weak and physically plain. They had a
much reduced chance of causing others physical harm, and they would not
be able to use good looks to manipulate people. They still had a chance
at a decent life, but they would have to work hard at becoming better
people. It had been successful so far, but I had people keep an eye on my
'parolees', just to be sure.
Reeve took only a few moments before giving his choice. Like the vast
majority, he chose to live. I was relieved, as I never liked taking the
life of another being, no matter how much they may deserve to be ended. I
released my hold on him, and he flowed out of his host's body. Even
before he fully formed, I had injected the compound into his thigh. The
changes to his form started instantly, and I watched as he shrunk in
height and mass. He became a she - a mousy and plain looking brunette no
more than five foot tall, and about 35 years old.
She looked a bit scared. I handed her a card and a cheap cell phone, and
said, "Call this number - they will help you set up your new life and get
you some ID. There are also counsellors available, if you need someone to
talk to." I found reform is nearly impossible if you don't offer the
resources to help.
I handed her a bag of clothes, and went to check on her victim. She would
be coming to shortly, and would need someone to help her with her initial
confusion. For the rest of the mess Reeve had made of her life, the
counsellors available to hoppers were also available to their victims.
There was also health care and financial resources available to them. It
was the least I could do for them, as I was still making amends to Emily,
and all the other others prior to her. That guilt lived on, and even
diminished by the passing of two centuries, was still a powerful
motivator to stop the abuses of other hoppers.
Another life saved, and another hopper's depredations stopped. I took a
moment to feel good about what I was doing, and to thank the Universe for
helping me to help others.
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