Hi, all main characters in this story are work of fiction and above 18 years old. This story is a slowburn at the beginning but the pacing in terms of sex does pick up at around Chapter 4. Hopefully you guys have as much fun reading this story as I had when writing it.
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Chapter 3: Uncharted Life
I must admit, the owner of the body I'm currently in, Xander, sounds like a complete brat. But more importantly, I'm told that there are higher dimensional beings, magic, and souls, and they all actually exist?! The information overload is too much and I considered just driving to my home and beating up Xander who's currently in my body.
Wait...that would be just beating myself up, it wouldn't work. But i could skip school and drive to my home, it is only about an hour away from Xander's college.
It is pretty funny, but I work for the Hundred Pines Community College District or HCCD. It is actually an hour away from where Xander lives, our school district actually manages Xander's college. And to make matters even funnier, I visited OakPalm College on several occasions, and I kind of know the general structure of this campus.
I remembered how Xander said that this body switch thing would only last one day. Curiosity again got the best of me, and I decided to play along with this mess of fate and live out the hot stud's life for a day.
As I got out of the car, I couldn't help but feel the power of Xander's body. It was full of energy and strength, it just make me feel a sense of confidence and superiority that I never have experienced before.
Using the muscle memories of Xander's body, I headed to presumably Xander's locker, and when using the lock combination that Xander just gave me, I was able to open the locker. I saw the tome that Xander was talking about. It was a leathered book with strange symbols and patterns on the front and back.
As I touched the book, a series of chants, words, spells, and tongue twisters flooded into my brain. The overwhelming knowledge caused me to collapse to the ground, and when I regained consciousness several seconds later, I notice that people were darting at me with weird and concerned eyes.
I looked at my hands again to see that the tome was nowhere to be found. Well, that isn't the strangest thing I experienced today, I again chuckled to myself.
Strangely I know what the first class to attend is, the first lecture is college algebra taught by Mrs. Rodriguez, a middle-aged woman with spectacles perched on her nose. If I recall correctly she has a master's in Mathematics. A really smart woman if you ask me.
I began to head towards the math and science building where the class was held. On my way there the hallway bustled with teenage and young adult chatter as students hurriedly made their way to their respective classes. Navigating through the crowded corridors, I couldn't shake off the surreal feeling of being an imposter in this unfamiliar body. I was Xanderโor at least, occupying his physical formโbut the memories, the experiences, they weren't mine. I guess you can say the imposter syndrome is literally real in this case.
With each step, I tried to blend in, adopting the mannerisms and gestures that I thought seemed natural to Xander. Yet, deep down, a sense of disconnection lingered. Who was I, really? And what had happened to the person whose body I now inhabited?
As I entered the classroom, the sea of faces turned towards me, their gazes a mix of curiosity and indifference. It was as if I were a blank slate, devoid of a past, a history that defined me. I took a seat at an empty desk, acutely aware of the weight of my secret. How could I explain my sudden appearance, my transformation, without being dismissed as insane?
The professor, Mrs. Rodriguez began the day's lesson. My mind, however, was consumed by a maelstrom of thoughts. I couldn't concentrate on the math equations scrawled across the whiteboard. Instead, I tried to recall any information about Xanderโhis friends, his interests, anything that could offer clues to my new life. Some of his memories I can access easily, while others I'm having a hard time doing as if some type of mental block was placed there to restrict my access.
An opportunity presented itself during the lunch break. I spotted a group of students huddled together, engrossed in animated conversation. Recognizing one of them as Ethan's best friend, Jake, I approached with a tentative smile.
"Hey, Jake," I greeted him, hoping my voice didn't betray my inner turmoil.
He turned to face me, his eyes narrowing with confusion. "Do I know you?" he asked, furrowing his brow.
"Uh, yeah, it's me, Xandeer," I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "Just... feeling a bit off today."
A mixture of surprise and concern washed over Jake's face. "Dude, you don't look like yourself. Are you feeling alright?"
"Long story," I muttered, glancing around to ensure no one else overheard. "Can we talk somewhere private?"
Jake hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure, follow me."
We found an empty classroom, and I took a deep breath, preparing myself to reveal the truth. I recounted the bizarre events that had unfoldedโthe enigmatic humanoid, the body switch, and my bewildering predicament. Jake listened intently, his eyes widening with each passing sentence.