The Borrower

My first experience at 'Borrowing' was in 1980 when I was eighteen. I was at a junior college football game and found myself staring at Melody Harris. Blonde, petite, cute, and with a perfect personality to go with her perfect body. She was the girl of my dreams and I often fantasized about her. I'd imagine us being lovers and then some day getting married.

There I was at the big game staring at her very intently when suddenly my perspective of the game changed. Instead of being at the back of the bleachers I was suddenly right up front where Melody was sitting!

I turned to look and saw myself sitting alone at the top of the bleachers, staring off into space.

"What the fuck?" I said out loud. But it was Melody's voice and not mine. I was all set to panic when it started to rush in on me. All of Melody's memories were now mine. Days at summer camp. Trying out for the pep squad. Seeing movies. Imagining having sex with Ryan Davidson...and then the repeated molestations by her father.

Bam! That did it and I was right back in my own body again.

Looking down at Melody I saw the confusion and I looked away when she looked in my direction. She didn't know what had happened.

Myself, I was reeling in shock from feeling her memories. It was all so real! And part of me knew this was no delusion. I'd really felt these things and I started to cry thinking about what a horrible life Melody was having. I knew she was going to go home after the game to unimaginable abuse. No wonder she never dated anyone!

When I got home I made an anonymous call to the police (this was years before Caller ID) and told the officer about what 'my girlfriend' had told me.

Melody's father was soon enough spending several years in prison. One of the lifers killed him the moment he found out that Melody's father was a rapist. That seemed fine to me.

Melody went off to live with an aunt and her life eventually got on track.

My own life wasn't ever the same.

After that experience I tried making it happen again but nothing ever came of it so I ended up letting it go as perhaps a momentary delusion.

It was in university during my first semester calculus final that it finally happened again. I was stuck on a particular question that just didn't make any sense to me.

I was concentrating as hard as I could and I felt the people around me having similar dilemmas. When my focus turned to my professor I didn't feel any confusion. I wanted the answer and I pursued it.

Suddenly I was seeing the class from my professor's perspective. A few seconds later the flood of memories hit me. He'd been an athlete in his youth. He was brilliant. He loved his wife. And he was secretly struggling with cerebral palsy. He'd been diagnosed a few months previous and he was hoping to make it through to retirement before it got worse.

Oh, and he knew about the question not making any sense. It had been an error on his part and the question was then unsolvable.

Having got what I wanted I pulled back.

My perspective was normal again and I saw the professor looking around with dismay for a moment as he regained his senses.

I passed the final and the professor complimented me for understanding why the question was unsolvable.

A few months later he became a bit famous when his confirmed diagnosis of cerebral palsy was inexplicably cured. He was going to be fine and a number of doctors were studying him to try to figure out why.

I was happy for him but gave his miracle little thought.

Going forward I eventually noticed a young woman who I found attractive and when I went to talk to her she shut me down. It wasn't rude, mind you, but it was a shut-down all the same. Turns out she was dating one of the football players. A big corn-fed kid from Nebraska.

She was a living Lladro figurine. Tall, willowy, beautiful, and with a gentle countenance about her. Her boyfriend, on the other hand, was a jock and in every sense of the word.

One Friday night I'd found out the two of them were having a date and I tried to connect. I could sense the two of them but with her I couldn't quite reach her. I could feel she was excited over something but I couldn't quite catch what it was.

So I tried reaching the jock and the moment I did I was instantly there.

I was in his body. And at that moment his body was on top of hers.

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Um, yeah." said my deep voice.

"Did you put it on?" she asked.

"Put on what?" I asked.

At that moment his memories came flooding in on me. High school. Girlfriends. Coaches. The State Championship. The college offers. The NFL recruiters. And fucking this girl. He'd fucked her quite a few times since he met her and my mental image of her as a chaste maiden instantly vanished.

"The condom, silly."

I reached down and felt one hell of a rock hard cock between my legs. I was naked. She was naked. She was ready for me to fuck her. She felt good.

Next to me on the bed was an unopened condom package.

"Oh, yeah." I huskily replied as I moved up on her and kissed her into silence.

Her slim arms wrapped around me and her legs spread out to welcome me.

I got my cock into the right place and slipped into Heaven.

We fucked and kissed for a while and then I felt it coming. At the same time I also felt my connection to the jock starting to fray. I sped up and fucked her hard and then felt my balls empty into her. It was awesome!

And then BAM! I was back in my own body in my dorm room.

Surprisingly my real cock had gone off at the same time my borrowed cock did. I hadn't expected that.

Come Monday I noticed the object of my affections was walking around campus rather sullen. I also noticed the jock wasn't around.

I reached out to her and could feel she was upset about Friday night. I still couldn't connect to her but I knew what was on her mind.

I did manage to pick up that she was going to see the jock at his place that evening.

Naturally that evening I connected to the jock again. This time I connected while the two of them were already fucking and the dull feeling of the condom was immediately apparent.

I pulled out of her and had her get on her hands and knees for me. They'd done it this way before so she knew what to expect.

I pulled off the condom and then mounted her from behind. It felt so damned good! My connection was better this time and I was treated to feeling her pussy convulse around my cock before I started filling her up with cum.

I collapsed on top of her. She was face down with my cock plugging her cum-filled pussy.

"It feels wet." she said.

I let the connection go at that moment.

I don't know how to explain this but after I'd borrow someone it took time before I could do it again. In this case it took a few months.

The spring semester was coming to an end and I ran into my Lladro girl at the cafeteria. She had a noticeable baby bump starting on her. To his credit the jock was with her and taking good care of her. I figured to leave them alone at that point.

It was then the fall semester of calculus and one of my fellow students was stunningly brilliant. She was also confined to a wheelchair as she was suffering from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, or ALS. It made me think of Stephen Hawking.

I made friends with her and one day we were at the campus coffee shop and I realized that I could sense her. With most people I had to try to sense them, in her case it was like she was broadcasting to me. It was like an invitation to connect so I did.

I saw myself sitting across from her and about to spill my coffee in my lap. Moving a bit from the wheelchair I took the drink and put in on the table.

Her muscles were very weak but I wasn't having the mobility issues she had. I didn't understand why.

The usual flood of memories hit me and suddenly I was filled with an amazing understanding of so many concepts that even the calculus professor didn't grasp. Memories of grade school teachers punishing her for a mathematical understanding they couldn't even dream of. A desire for romance and love that she knew she'd never have. The doctor telling her she'd be dead before she turned thirty. Mean girls teasing her for being in a wheelchair.

Soon enough I felt pretty bad about borrowing her. It just felt wrong. So I let it go and picked up our conversation where I'd left off. She was a little disoriented but she went along with it.

Later that week she came into class using two canes to walk with. She told me she'd been feeling better since our coffee date and she had every plan to take advantage of her improved health, no matter how short lived it might be.

I loved that she had such a wonderful outlook on life.

By June she was walking unaided and she was even jogging short distances. Our friendship waned as she was busy with doctors and busy with interviews from the media.

It seems that two miracles on the same campus was quite a noteworthy situation. Media from all over the world were interested in the stories.

Of course, at this point I realized that when I connected to people they gave me their memories and I was giving them something in return. I wasn't feeling any negative effects but clearly they were getting something positive from the experience.

I sought out my Lladro girl for a chat. She was now the mother to a beautiful baby girl and still working hard on her studies. Quite admirable really.

We talked and she shared with me that at some point her jock boyfriend had become less of a testosterone-soaked Neanderthal and more of a decent guy. She'd been angry at him for selfishly getting her pregnant and she didn't care for his insistence that he hadn't meant to do anything like that.

But that all went to the wayside when she came up pregnant and he told her he wanted to marry her and have a family. The jock he had been would have insisted on an abortion.

And that's what I gave him. Myself, I gained a love for football that I haven't been able to shake and I also gained an ability for wrestling and tai kwon do. Not much academically, but I was now a lot more sporting than ever before.

Seems my habit of borrowing was doing some good.

One night I was in my dorm taking a bath when I decided to indulge myself again.

Reaching out I could sense several couples in various stages of romantic engagement.

The water was getting cold so I turned on the hot water tap to warm it up a bit.

SNAP!

I was suddenly in the body of one of the horny female freshmen. Her boyfriend was on top of her and I could feel his hips gyrating.

"C'mon, baby...just this one time we can try it? I'll be gentle, I promise!" I heard him whisper this in her ear.

I wanted to feel what sex was like from the female perspective so I smiled.

"Sure." I said. He smiled and kissed me on the lips and then got up. He'd been wearing tighty-whities and he quickly pulled them off.

Then he reached for 'my' panties and I raised my ass to help as he tugged them down my legs. I noticed I had red hair.

The memories flooded in. She was a virgin. An English major. Catholic. Very horny but also terrified of sex. Insecure. She liked her new boyfriend but felt he was too pushy about sex. Still, part of her wanted to try it.

The boyfriend was very eager. She'd said no to him quite a bit and now that the answer was yes he was clearly in a hurry.

He got on the bed and sat up while I was on my back. He pulled my body close to his and I could feel his warm cock against my belly.

His eyes were on the place where our two bodies were going to meet. I saw him do something with his hands and then felt him finger me. It was quite the sensation to feel 'my' pussy.

Then he did it. He put his cock into the right place and pushed. I couldn't help but close my eyes and lay back as he entered me. It felt amazing!

We were soon fully involved and he moved to lay on top of me. He took his time and it felt nice. His cock moved in and out in a steady pace and I enjoyed the powerful feelings of female arousal.

I was absolutely fascinated as his fucking became more intense and then I could feel him orgasm deep inside.

No wonder women liked sex!

We held each other for a while and then the connection ended.

I was back in the tub.

I screamed and jumped out of the scalding hot water!

I looked down at myself and saw the skin hanging off of my body. I'd boiled myself alive! The pain was beyond anything I could have imagined.

I managed to dial 9-1-1 before passing out from the pain.

The next time I woke up I was in the hospital. The burn unit.

Doctors and nurses came through my room and despite their happy faces I could sense the bad news. I could sense their thoughts.

I was burned over 80% of my body. They were debating whether or not to put me in a coma. They knew I'd die from an infection. Death was certain. One of them even thought death was imminent.

Even with the powerful painkillers the pain was inhuman.

I sought relief.

I reached out but wasn't strong enough to connect to anyone near me.

I reached further and a few floors down there was someone who was just wide open to me. Like the door was fully open and all I had to do was enter....

"Oh my God, she's awake!" was the first thing I heard.

I was grateful for the relief from the fiery pain. The relief was so tangible to me at that moment that I all but ignored the rush of medical people who came at me.

I barely noticed when the intubation tube was removed and I could breathe freely. I knew it had been painful but it was so much less pain than the burn that I didn't notice.

"...brain activity! But how?" said one of them.

"I've never seen anything like it!" said another.

I was borrowing but unlike my usual experience there was no rush of memories after a minute or so. Nothing. I had no idea what this person's name was and I almost always got that right away.

A couple in their late thirties came running into the room.

"It's true! Thank you Jesus!" said the woman.

The man took my hand and said, "We're here, Molly! We love you!"

I shook my head as if to say yes.

I enjoyed the respite from the pain and dreaded the inescapable fact that the respite was going to come to an end and I'd have to go back to a universe of pain. And if I was lucky enough to live I'd have a lifetime of dealing with scars and skin grafts.

Thirty minutes seemed to be my magical time limit and through the crowd of parents and doctors and nurses fussing over me I kept looking at the clock.

Thirty minutes came and I waited for it. That familiar feeling I'd have when a connection would come to an end.

An hour passed.

Then two.

And I was still there.

In one of those rare moments when I was alone with just a nurse I asked her if she could check on the burn patient who had been burned in his tub. She placed a call and told me that he'd passed away. She asked me how I knew him and I told her it was just something I knew.

That's all a few months ago now.

It took some time but I got to find out about Molly. The actual person whose body I now occupied.

She'd been a bubbly red haired college kid. Not much of an academic but more of an artist and a musician. Everyone loved her even though her grades were mostly C's and B's.

But Molly wasn't the best swimmer and when she'd gone out on a boat with some family friends she'd accidentally fallen in and drowned. She'd been under for twenty minutes when the divers reached her and pulled her up.

At the hospital there had been no brain activity when they hooked her up to the EEG. Nothing. Her body kept living because it hadn't realized that Molly was dead.

The day I came to the hospital the family and the doctors were having the painful discussion about pulling the plug, organ donation, and death.

And then I moved in.

Molly's parents are nice people. Hardworking and good Christians. I'm starting to love them and care about them.

The apparent memory loss and the difference in my personality from Molly's was accepted as a consequence of the accident. The changes from being artistic to being academic and athletic were likewise accepted.

What parents aren't going to be happy that their kid is suddenly an honors student? And one who is expected to letter in tai kwon do?

One thing though is my ability to borrow died with my body. I'm a perfectly normal eighteen year old hormone bomb these days. I'm getting used to the female body and while overall it's great there are times I miss taking a piss standing up.

Oh, and I fucking hate my period. Cramps are the worst!

No idea what the future has in store for me. I mean I know what I'll be doing for a career and being a female it'll be easier to land a gig in the realm of physics.

But what of starting a family? Can I be someone's wife? Just don't know where to go with that right now.

I guess we'll see.