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Free Ride Mocs Chapter 1: Feeling the coolness of the air on my face I knew it was far too cold to be walking about the city. This was fine, as it gave me the opportunity to try and find the fabled taxi. I'm sure you've heard the tales of a taxi that drives around the city and changes its clientele in some way. I know that it exist and I know that it switches a person's body with the taxi driver. Thus leaving them trapped in the taxi driver's body forced to watch their old selves walk away. Damn no luck tonight, just your average taxi. I get in and give him a place to drop me off. How do I know so much about this you may ask? Well my first experience with the taxi happened over 12 years ago... "Mom, can we go already my feet hurt," I whined to my mother. "Sean, we just need to do a few more things then we'll make our way back. A little walking will do you good," my mom said. So we continued walking around downtown shopping a multitude of stores. My fatigue was lightened slightly by a trinket my mother bought me on our last stop. Thankfully she decided that the 10 blocks to walk to our house was too much to ask and decided to treat us to a cab ride. I remember the strange feeling I got as the taxi pulled up after being hailed, a fat ugly man driving the thing. He had a certain hunger in his eyes as he saw us, at the time I thought he was just wanting the fare. Oh such a fool I was. "Where to?" the piggly man said. My mother looked apprehensive, but hid it well so I wouldn't be frightened. "Just down the street 12th and York please." The cabbie smiled and pulled away. As we drove I noticed the cabbie kept looking back at me. At the time being a young innocent thought nothing of it. Looking back though I realize what his true intentions were. My mother spoke up to the cabbie as she noticed that he was taking a longer route to the destination. "Excuse me sir. I said 12th and York you're taking us far out of the way." Looking back in the rear view mirror he said, "Sorry ma'am there was an accident when I was coming to get you two, it was blocking the traffic going that way. I'll cut you a break on the fare." My mother eased a bit when she saw he was changing his direction and heading towards our house. She looked over at me and smiled, giving a relieved look. This would be the last time I saw such a gesture come from her. We pulled up to the curb of the house and exited the taxi. My mom walked up to the window of the cab and the driver looked up at me, and looked like he was going to say something and instead looked at my mom. "Have a nice night Miss." This is the part I remember the most vividly. My mom seemed to lose balance and steadied herself on the car. As this happened I caught the look of utter horror on the cab drivers face as if he'd seen the worst thing happen. With an unfamiliar hand my mom dug the money out for the cab fare and handed it to the driver. "Thank you for the ride. It was a pleasure while it lasted." As she uttered those words, a look of triumph and what only one could describe as sadism crossed her face. Something that looked horrifying and utterly alien on that normally loving face I was accustomed to. Taking a shuddering breath the cabbie rolled up his window and drove off, as if a force was making him do so. Grabbing my arm my mom roughly pulled at me, telling me to go unlock the door handing me the keys. As we entered she pulled out her wallet, and looked at her id. "Debra, huh?" she mused to herself. My mom was walking unusual, where there normally was a elegant stride was replaced by a bold gait take no nonsense gait. One could almost call the way she walked manly. I thought this must be some kind of joke and she was trying to pull one over on me so I laughed at her after we entered the house. She sneered at me, "What the hell is so funny?" I had never seen her genuinely angry before. The words got stuck in my throat. The next thing I knew I saw stars and I had somehow ended up on the floor. It didn't make sense had I tripped on something? No that doesn't seem right I was standing still. From my prone position I looked up to see my mothers backhand extended from the blow that she had delivered to me. "Damn kid, I should have done that years ago. Laughing at your poor mother like that." Picking myself up and feeling the tears roll down my cheeks I gathered myself and ran into my room. "Yes very good, children should not be seen," I heard my moms voice echo behind me. My mind was racing as I thought what I had done wrong? Each time I went through it, I kept going back to the strangeness of the cab ride. Over and over again I saw the sudden change in everything about my mother and my belief firmed that something had happened to my mother after interacting with the cab driver. That night was the end of my youthful naivety as I heard my mom taking full advantage of her body. I heard the whimpers and grunts as she pleasured herself thoroughly the night. One thing that struck me and lead me on my chase was a statement I heard her say through the wall. "Damn this lady has a nice pussy. Mine now, thank god. I'm really glad I didn't do the kid instead, this is much better." The next few years of my life were a literal hell as my "mom" couldn't hold a job any longer and began to take all of her failings out on me. She would often remind me that when I was 18 we were done. She began to drink and pick up strange men. I wish I could say that the first night was the only time I had received a beating, but I would be lying. I felt myself hardening inside, slowly growing to hate everything. Until on my 18th birthday I was finally free from her. As I was packing my things my mother walked in and nodded with approval that she hadn't needed to remind me that it was my last day living with her. Thankfully she had made my life such a living hell I had taken to working as much as I could, and I have saved up enough money to immediately take control of my life. Also in the years leading up to this point I had read up on the taxi, and found what it really was. With all my things packed I looked to my mother and said, "So who were you before the taxi? Some asshole that someone mistakenly thought had some success? Or did they just make the mistake of taking your body?" She was taken aback, the change in her humor going from condescension to wariness. "So you figured it out eh? You seem like a smart kid so I'll level with ya." She sat on my bed crossing her legs. My heart sinking noticing how trashy she had been dressing, super short shorts, and skirts, Tank tops with no bras, and makeup that would make a call girl jealousy. Taking a deep breath she told me her story. She had been a successful business man when she had her life stolen by the taxi. She took my mother's body because she could no longer stay in the cabbies body, it was just too much. Also a whole load of shit about how she did everything she did to help me. My heart sunk hearing the truth I knew I would. I wanted to believe that there was a glimmer of hope that my kind loving mother had just gone crazy instead of being forced from her body and having this intruder in her place. Without a word I picked up my things and walked out the door. My fake mother called out wishing me good luck or some bullshit I didn't pay attention to. Chapter 2: My horrible childhood is behind me now, by about 10 years. I'm now in my late 20's and am living pretty well. I have a good job, making plenty of money. I have everything I could ever want. Not currently in a relationship as my goals would conflict with that. I'm a perfectly suitable blank slate. I know I'm fucked up, because I'm looking for the taxi. I want to go through what my mother went through so many years ago. I want an escape from this broken life I've lived. Everything I went through will be justified if I can find a way to out. In my heart I know this isn't true, but I still have to do it. Each day I go through I find yet another reason to hate the person who took my mom from me. Everything from the insecurity I felt to the inability I had to create relationships with people. The monster that wore my mom's face is lucky that he inhabited my mother, otherwise I might end her. I often look at families with their children the gleefulness they express towards each other. Mothers and sons interacting in a way that I use to know. Day dreaming that my mother took another mother's body and showed their children the love they deserve. In my other dreams I imagine what kind of body I would steal. It arouses me thinking of the options before me. Do I take a man? A woman? Maybe even a child? The possibilities rush through my head, each with it's potential and pitfall. Breaking myself away from my dreams I look at my watch and hail a taxi, damn still not my man. I go home, feeling a strange brew of emotions from thinking back to everything that had happened to me. I enter my modest home and distract myself with some entertainment. One cannot keep fixating on a single thing non-stop it would drive you mad. Getting ready for bed a have a strange inkling that I should take a taxi ride to the drug store that's about 20 blocks away. I know it's probably just foolish fancy, but I dress myself and stand out on the curb. My house is on the outskirts of downtown so I see taxi's pass here semi regularly. I stand outside for about 30 minutes letting taxi's pass by, not hailing them. Hope is quickly draining from me as it's starting to get cold out. I turn on my heel and walk back to my house. With a forlorn look over my shoulder I see a taxi drive by out of the corner of my eye. I quickly spin around as the car drives by. I must be my imagination but I saw the taxi driver! Quickly I sprint after the car, losing it in the distance. I push myself harder than I should trying to catch the cab. It turns a corner and I lose it. I keep running and eventually come across a taxi sitting there, I sigh in relief. As I approach the taxi I feel giddy, my hands shaking slightly. This is it finally! The promised day that I had envisioned in my mind for so long coming to fruition. All my hope turns to dread as I see the taxi driver isn't my man. Feeling stupid I stalk off down the street, nearly missing the show going on across the street. Looking up I see the taxi sitting there a young man fighting the driver off. The hideous man is easily being pushed back by the much younger and attractive man. "Listen that's the deal. You can do the same thing, but we can go back. This is me now." The man pushed the driver on his ass. In the middle of the street the driver breaks down crying. Walking to his girlfriend or wife the man walks over and they laugh about the driver. This is my chance I have to strike now. I hurry over to the driver as he starts to pick himself up. And lend him a helping hand the rest of the way. "I know what happened to you," I said looking him in the eye. Looking dumb struck the driver said, "Oh yea? What is that?" Being overt I said, "You belong in there, with her. No?" Resignation washes over his face as he looks back at his old house and nods. As the driver gets in his cab and makes to drive off I hope in the passenger seat. At this the driver quirks an eyebrow at me. "Listen I've been looking for this for a long time. I'm in good shape and am financial secure. I've left notes on how to live my life and do my job. I'm perfect for the swap." Looking at me the driver said,"Listen I don't know if I want to do this to anyone else. I can't imagine hurting anyone else like what was done to me." Looking back at the driver I said, "You won't have a choice. After a certain amount of days you have to change. I know this for a fact. Also you wouldn't be hurting me you'd be helping." "How do you know this? You know more than you're letting on." Fighting back my emotions I recounted my experience years ago with the driver and my mother. The driver sat there dumb struck. "If this caused all that misery for you, why do you want to go through it?" the driver asked. "I want to know what my mom experienced all those years ago. I need to know." This was only partially the truth, but it was much as he needed to know. "God I hate being in this body. Where to?" My entire body felt like it was quivering as I gave directions to the cab driver. The realization of my life's work finally coming true, I could hardly stand the wait. Chapter 3: "Have a nice day sir." I hadn't expected the shift to be so sudden. I looked down to see the stained shirt the driver was wearing, myself now in a sitting position. Looking up I saw my body walk over and hand me a $100 bill. He didn't say anything as he walked off, only giving me a grateful nod as he walked away. Taking the cab home I walked up the stairs my new body much larger and fatter than my true body. I felt myself getting winded as I climbed the stairs. A thought struck me, I knew instinctively where to go for the drivers apartment. Sitting down on a ratty old couch I grabbed a large diary that was sitting on a table near me. I started to read through it gathering all the thoughts that previous drivers had had. All of the entries in the diary seemed to take a similar course of denial, and then acceptance as their time grew short and the disgusting cab driver body had to be discarded. One entry in the book caught my eye. "Diary, Today I went back to my house. All my baser instincts screamed at me to not dare this. I ignored them and made my way. When I was on the steps leading to the door my old self came out and started yelling at me tell me "This isn't how this works" and so on. I couldn't fight it any longer and returned to my cab, my will completely exhausted. I just hope that Sean knows that I never stopped thinking of him." I felt wetness rolling down my cheek and I wiped it away. I'm sorry that my mom had been taken from me, but now I felt more whole in the fact that I now knew for certain what had happened. I silently wished for all the best for my mom, and made my way to bed. My sleep was dreamless and woke up at 6 AM on the dot. I rolled about of bed (Not exaggerating as I'm now about 3 steps removed from an actual blimp) and made my way out. I got in the cab and drove around for the day, seeing all the passengers I took and see if any really resonated with me. The faces and people washed over me as I drank in the fact I could take the very experience of their lives at a few simple words. My first day ended and I was exhausted. Not having selected anyone I felt the tugging I had read about in the journal, the need to be out of this body. I knew it would only grow stronger and I would grow more desperate as time went on. Tomorrow I would try and find a body. My first day started slowly not finding any fares in town. I drove aimlessly until I found the first fare of the day. An elderly man got in and instructed me to drive him to his home. As he gave me the address my mind instantly knew where to go, it appeared that the taxi drivers mind took over for the actual driving portion. I looked at him in my rear view mirror I felt no connection or inclination towards him. He sat quietly looking at the window until we arrived at his house. Getting out of the car, the old man paid for the trip and walked to his house. I nodded to him, making sure not to get myself stuck in his body for it's short existence. My next few days consisted of driving around and taking people where they wished to go, I did drive a few candidates the their destination, but found either a flaw in their life or didn't have enough fare to make the switch. One in particular wrenched my heart, she was in her late teens. She had milky white skin, and wore clothing that accentuated her form, with a blue shirt and a blue denim skirt. I had wished her a good day as she walked away, nothing happened since the trip had been a short one. The longer trips seemed to always been older people that didn't want to walk. Some of the women looked to be in their 50's and I wouldn't have minded experiencing their life, but I couldn't justify sacrificing so much of my life for that small taste. I grew more and more frustrated with waiting. This body was a prison that was slowly closing in on me, I could see how someone would lash out and choose my mother's body. It didn't forgive them from all the hurt that it had caused me, but I could understand it. There were a few mother daughter/son combos that tempted me, but my past hurts could not allow me to take someone like them, at least not yet. So was my life for the days to come, I would finish the day count up my money and read through the journal. So many people had passed through this taxi driver, in fact if my math and these dates added up this had been happening for over 30 years. Thinking about it, I couldn't decide if the taxi was a good thing or a bad thing. I mean obviously I had gotten the shit end of the stick, but how many people had been saved from their lives? How many lives had been ruined due to this? Maybe viewing it as good or bad was narrow sighted and it was better to view it as a thing of nature. It just happened to the people that it happened to. I mused to myself into the wee morning eventually passing out. I woke up in the morning feeling drained and tired. I didn't know how much longer I could go through with this. I truly hoped I could find someone that I wanted to be, rather then being someone I needed to be. Throughout the day it felt like my old routine, the same old routine that had it's hooks into me slowly pulling me down. The day blurred by as I was getting ready to drive home again. That was until someone flagged me down for another ride. Pulling over I saw the cab door open and a attractive woman stepped in. She slide over to let in another person, another attractive woman climbed into my cab. I gave them both a quick examination in my mirror and asked, "Where to?" The first woman was young probably in her 20's. She was dressed in a well made skirt suit. The jacket and skirt were made of a gray material. The jacket was buttoned up the middle and had two false pockets on either side. The material show a slight bulge of the woman's breasts and she wore a sky blue undershirt. Her legs were exposed through the calf high skirt and she wore expensive looking shoes. Looking to her I saw that it was straight and laid across her shoulders. Her face was smooth and well made up. Wearing similar attire and being far more thin the second woman entered the cab. She was around the same age, but was of an Asian decent. She wore a similar jacket suit, but her's rode a bit higher up her thighs and she wore a silky white shirt underneath. She was a bit shorter than the other girl, and wore a black set of pantyhose. Looking at her face she had a beautiful complexion and I wasn't sure if she wore any makeup. Her hair was cropped in that of a bob, it looked quite fetching on her. My heart began to race as they called out the destination to me. It was very near to here, I could feel the disappointment already taking me. I considered driving around a bit, but the drive was so close that it would be hard to keep them in the cab. As I drove my mind raced as how I could keep them in the cab. They were ignoring me and chatting about some work thing. From their looks I guessed that these two worked together. One of them excused herself as she answered the phone. I didn't look at them, but let myself listen in. "Yes we're in a cab now. Oh it's been moved? Where to?" Knocking at the window I looked back to see the Asian lady speaking to me. "We need to goto the Kliener building off of 12 and Grant." I nodded at her. My heart soared as this was a 20 minute drive, I decided I would take one of these two. Now to decide which one? The white girl was quite fetching and was a bit bustier than her friend. But the Asian had a certain exotic appeal that would be great to explore. The indecision was killing me as we pulled up to the building. I decided I would go blind and look back at the first one I saw and say, "Have a wonderful evening Miss." My body suddenly felt like it had been dunked in water as my new body responded to my mastery. My vision suddenly cleared and the dread and longing I had felt in the drivers body evaporated into the explosive energy of youth. I still wasn't sure who I was until I looked down to see my white shirt peaking through, and the black legs that I now controlled beneath me. I could feel my soft hair hanging down right around my neck line. I scooted out of the cab and told the other woman, "I'll go ahead and pay for this." Shrugging the other woman walked off. I approached the taxi and took a hundred dollar bill out and handed it to him. He was dumb struck, looking at me and back down to himself. Looking at me he asked, "Why?" Smiling down at her I said, "Because you were a perfect fit. I wish you nothing but success in your search." I walked off, my ears hearing the clicks of my heels on the pavement. My new body moved in an alien fashion that I focused on. My stance was changed as I was now lighter and of a new build. My shoulders felt narrow and I could feel the cold against my legs. The strange change was the void that I could feel in between my legs. The weight of the handbag against the inner side of the elbow. I could feel my legs pressed close together as I walked, but the normal hindrance to this type of walk no longer existed for me. Waiting for me the other woman and I walked into the elevator and went up. She started talking to me and I would respond with something nondescript. We talked this way for the few minutes it took to get to our destination. Exiting the elevator we proceeded down a hall, and into a large conference room. There were many people seated as we made our way to a table. She found our spots, towards the head of the conference room. I made note of my name on the reservation card on the table, "Mei Lun" Given her accent from earlier this girl must have been born from a Chinese family. From what I had seen of my mother's body, I should start to get Mei memories. I looked forward to that day. Sitting there I tried to be as conscious as I could of being this woman. I crossed my legs and sat in quiet. Janet, was the name of the other woman I had the chance to take. We had a friendly conversation about random office politics. Even though I didn't work there I was able to talk my way through in Mei's gentle voice. As the night continued Janet and I began to have some drinks. Hesitant at first Janet pushed me into it. After a single glass of wine I could already feel my head growing cloudy. I hadn't drank much when I was a man, but now the drinks were hitting me. After my third glass of wine I felt fuzzy and excused myself to the bathroom. My step felt so light as I went to find the bathroom. My muddled mind nearly betrayed me as I opened the door to the men's room, a man looking at me askew corrected my course. Flinging open the women's bathroom door, I walked in with a confident step. I caught Mei's reflection in the mirror and was startled for a moment. Walking up to the mirror I looked over myself, My cheeks were slightly blushed, but I still looked good. It was strange to see this body respond to my actions, and for me to feel it's bounty. Looking at my eyes in the mirror I laughed as I saw the narrowed slits of my new nationality. Shaking my head, my hair moving with it, I walked to a stall. For the first time since I had taken Mei my hands felt down. First I ran them across my chest, feeling the modest nubs. They responded with giving me a small pang of pleasure, causing my face to grow hotter. Running my hands further down I felt my flat tummy, that lead to to tent like skirt that covered my legs. Running my hands over the skirt I felt the lean legs that I now possessed and the zipped on the side of the skirt. Taking the zipper in hand I unzipped the skirt and pulled it to my knees. I could see the waistline of the black pantyhose now. I pulled the pantyhose along with the panties down, and I sat on the toilet. My nose suddenly smelt a faint odor of Mei's sweat, and the smell of her pussy. I let the smell intoxicate me. I looked down to Mei's former genitals and saw that she was completely shaven. Leaning back I relaxed as I would when I was a man, and felt a strong flow leave my new womanhood. It came out powerfully and loudly, my entire body relaxed in the pleasure of a good piss. As the drips died down I reached over to the toilet paper and tore off some sheets. Wiping I could feel the touch on my pussy lips and it exhilarated me. From the top of my slit towards the bottom I wiped down, until I felt the urine had been wiped away. Still there was a wetness I could feel inside of me. Knowing that this must be my excitement at my new sex, and gently probed my new opening. I found it to be very moist, and inviting. Slipping two fingers inside of me I closed my eyes, getting the new sensations from my entire body. My nipples hardened in response, and stomach felt like it tightened. My cheeks now felt as if they were on fire. The opening and closing of the door broke me from my exploration, as I pulled my fingers out and pulled my panties and pantyhose up. Next my skirt went back into place and I zipped it up. I could feel my vaginal lips now. They were much more present that I had become more familiar with them. I could feel the fabric sitting on them, and I could feel them being pressed together as I stood up. Getting out of the stall I saw another woman checking herself in the mirror, she saw me and smiled over at me. I smiled back and she said, "Hey Mei, are you having a good time here?" Pumping some soap from the dispenser at the sink, and washed my hands and said, "Yes it's quite fun. Always good to relax after putting in some hard hours." Nodding at me the woman continued to primp as I walked over and dried my hands. Noticing their thinness and the clear coat of lacquer on my nails. The next few hours flew by as I continued to drink and make merriment. My fear of being called out as an impostor still sat in the back of my mind, but I opened up. I danced, with men on the dance floor that was setup. I gossiped with the other girls, as we sat in the corner. It seemed that I was the life of the party. Janet and I decided to leave together and get a taxi, I wasn't in my right mind we did so. It wasn't until after the Taxi driver wished Janet a good night that I realized my mistake. My fuzzy mind cleared up as Janet walked over to the taxi driver to pay him. Thankfully it wasn't the taxi we had rode in. In my drunken stupor I was telling Janet how pretty she was. She seemed to accept my complements, as I continued a stream of the. Telling her that she could have any man, or I said in a joking manner woman she wanted. She blushed at me as I continued. We reached my apartment and she followed me in. Falling back into the couch I sat there with my legs spread and a huge smile on my face. I looked up to Janet and asked in a slur, "When are you going to get home?" Janet laughed and said, "You must have drunk a lot. We live together. Remember we decided to move in so that we could get a better apartment together." Grimacing I saw the mistake I had made. Janet grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet and lead me into a room that must be mine. I waved off the further assistance she offered me to get undressed. She closed the door behind her as she left. My mind in its stupor kept feeling surprise to look down and see my darker skin. Or to look down at the powder blue blouse I now wore. My fingers fumbled at the buttons on my jacket and I muttered that someone put the damn things on the wrong side. Chuckling at my cute new voice. Once the jacket was removed I undid the blouse underneath and stood there with my shirt open seeing the new soft flesh. My breasts were in a white bra. Taking a hand I felt the skin above my breasts, the smoothness of it was strange as was the smallness of it. My entire body felt smaller, and was in fact smaller. My fingers touched a tight stomach that showed a woman who was quite fit. Removing the skirt, I stood there in Mei's pantyhose and bra. I looked down thinking that this morning Mei had dressed herself in this, and tonight I undressed her. Having seen women remove bras before I took off the straps on my shoulders and spun the garment around, exposing my nipples to the cold air. Looking down past my hard nipples I undid the clasp that held the bra on. My breasts had outlines from where the bra had been sitting. Pulling my pantyhose down I left my underwear in place. My body started to shiver as I retreated to the bed. The sheets felt cold and smooth against my skin. Goosebumps sprung up all across my body as I snuggled in. Laying in the bed I began exploring across my body. First I felt my arms, their thinness making me excited. Moving on I found my chest, my hands rubbed the flesh that wasn't my breasts, finding no hair as my previous body had held. Getting into the mood I caressed my nipples slowly tracing them, finding the areola and working my way to the erect nipple. I did this for several minutes the heat building across my body. While one hand was still busy with my chest, the other wandered down. Running a finger I found the top of my panties. I pulled the finger along, teasing myself feeling a growing moisture hidden within me. Using my finger I moved to the inner portion of my thigh, my finger feeling the smoothness of it all. Up and down my finger traced just on the outside of pussy, the fabric of the panties still hiding it. Growing bolder and more desperate my finger felt my slit through the panties, I softly moaned as I drug my across my cleft. As I continued my play I could feel my panties get wet underneath my finger's attention. Putting my feet underneath me and lifting my butt up I pulled the panties off, replacing the bed's coverings on my now fully naked form. My awareness now reported to me the litheness of my new form. It felt as if I could contort to any shape. I began accepted this as my body now, and as such I grew a familiarity with it. My hands scouted out everything, hungry to learn ever inch and every feeling. Pulling apart my lower lips and marveled at the feeling of being open. With me being spread apart I ran a finger up and down damp flesh that was inside of me. I passed over the hold opening that I knew to be my new hole, and went up searching. I felt another small hole just above the larger one, I knew this to be where I had peed from earlier. Further up I found a small engorged nub that sent electric shivers all through me at the smallest touch. Slowly I gingerly messages the nub, my clit caused me to start breathing heavily. Removing the hand from spreading my lips, I reached down and inserted a couple fingers up inside again. Like a hungry cave it accepted them, as I clinched my pussy down on them. I crooked them at an angle facing towards me and rubbed up on a section of flesh inside of me that had a hardness to it. I gritted my teeth as I furiously masturbated. Jolting through me a orgasm took me, as I continued on. My mouth parted in a groan, that I tried to contain. Another set of wracking hit my body as I achieved another orgasm. In what seemed like a half hour period I lost count after my tenth orgasm. Slowly I pulled my hands from my pussy and laid there gasping for a moment. I could feel my hair was out of sorts and my hands felt sticky with the work they had done. My bed felt damp as the juices I had extorted from my stolen body leaked free. In utter exhaustion I fell asleep, strange dreams entering my mind.