Thanks to everyone who has read my previous stories and liked my characters. I recently read an article about reincarnation and it piqued my interest. I decided to write a story about it with a new character. I hope you like it. As always, everyone engaged in sexual activity is over 18 years of age.
There is no way I could convince anyone that this is a true story, so let's just call it a fantasy. Before I get into the story, let me give you some background on my previous life. I grew up in Southwest Texas in the 50's. I guess I would describe my life as lower middle class. We weren't poor, but we sure as hell weren't rich. My parents both worked so we always had food on the table, but there was never any extra money to waste on non-essentials. For instance, I had crooked teeth, but we couldn't afford to go to a dentist. I remember a lot of kids in school had braces, but I just had to live with crooked teeth. Every school year the teacher would have everyone stand up and tell the class about their summer vacation. My family could never afford a vacation so I would make up something.
I would probably be best described as average. I was of average height and weight and I had an average face. I don't remember much about my childhood, but I do remember when I started High School. This was in the 60's, and most of the kids wore the same style of clothes; khaki slacks, button down shirts, and penny loafers. We couldn't afford the stylish clothes that everyone else wore. My mom bought my clothes at Sears. I wasn't what you would call really smart, but I wasn't really dumb either. Once again, I was just average. I wanted to play sports, but my grades weren't good enough. I barely made grades good enough to graduate. As you can imagine, a kid with an average face, average build, crooked teeth, non-athlete, and who couldn't afford cool clothes, didn't stand a chance with the girls, so I never had a girlfriend. I couldn't get into college, and even if I did, my parents couldn't afford it. I also didn't have much of a chance of getting a decent job, so I decided to join the Army right after high school.
After completing Basic Training and Advanced Training at Fort Benning, Georgia, I was shipped to Vietnam as an Infantryman. I actually enjoyed the Army and my time in Vietnam. I didn't stand out because we all wore the same uniform and had the same job. After I had been in-country for about eight months, my unit was attacked by a large group of Viet Cong, and I received a wound to my head. I never lost consciousness, so I remember being treated by a medic and then taken to a field hospital by helicopter. The doctor performed surgery and removed a large chunk of shrapnel from my head. I remember having an oxygen mask on my face and an IV in my arm plus a heart monitor and a blood pressure cuff. I was eventually put on a plane and taken to Walter Reed Army Hospital in Washington, DC.
One day I heard several doctors talking and I heard them say I had lost brain function and I would have to be taken off life support. I don't know how that could be possible because I could hear them, and I understood what they were saying.
Anyway, the next thing I know, I went into a deep sleep. The next thing I remember is hovering above a freshly dug grave, and I could see my Mom and Dad and a couple of my friends standing there. Not a big turnout as far as funerals go, but I wouldn't expect one. I tried to talk to them and thank them for coming, but they couldn't hear me.
Then I saw this bright light and I was being drawn toward it. I entered a room where I saw my grandparents and a few other deceased relatives. A nice old man explained that I had died, and I had a choice. I could either remain where I was for eternity, or I could choose to return to earth in a different form. After asking a lot of questions, I chose to return to earth. The difference was, I explained that I no longer wanted to be an average kid with a family that couldn't afford some of the finer things in life. The old man said that because I had not had a very enjoyable childhood, and because I had died serving my country, he was going to do something special for me. While I wasn't given the option of who I was going to be, where I was going to live, who my new family would be, or even what century I would return to, I was given the option of body style and facial type that I had always wished I had, but nothing more. He explained that most people who were reincarnated normally started over from birth. I was told that since I was almost 19 when I died, they had decided that I would start my life over as an 19-year old. I don't know who "They" were, but I thanked the old man who told me that. The old man smiled, winked, and said I would probably like my new life.
Present Day
The next thing I remember was waking up in a house that I didn't recognize, but I noticed I was in a nice bedroom with nice furnishings. When I went to the attached bathroom, I looked in the mirror, and I couldn't believe what I saw. I was eighteen years old, 6'2", 245 pounds, and I had the body of Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, and a face similar to Alex O'Loughlin, the guy who played Steve McGarrett on the TV show Hawaii Five-O. Of course, he was in his 30's, but I looked like an 19-year old version of him. I would call my face ruggedly handsome, but definitely no longer average. When I smiled, I noticed that I not only didn't have crooked teeth, but they were straight and sparkling white.
I brushed my teeth, shaved, and took a shower. While I was in the shower, I became aware of my morning wood. I was pleasantly surprised to see that I had a fat eight-inch cock. When I went back to my bedroom, I opened the closet and found some really nice clothes. I put on a pair of slacks and a button-down shirt and walked out to a hallway. I could smell bacon and eggs and fresh coffee. When I found the kitchen, a woman turned around and said, "There you are, sleepyhead. I thought I was going to have to come drag you out of the bed. Breakfast is ready. Dad had to go to work early, so he's already gone." She then placed a plate of bacon and eggs on the table along with a cup of steaming hot black coffee. When she sat the cup down, I noticed she had her fingernails painted a bright red. She also had her toes painted the same color and her lips were coated with a matching red lipstick. Although I couldn't remember seeing her before, she did look familiar. I knew instinctively that she was my mother. Mother or not, my first thought was, "Wow! She is hot!"
I had a sudden memory flash of my former mom, and this woman was nothing like her. She was 38 years old but looked more like twenty-five. She stood 5'6" and weighed about 125. She had long blond hair, blue eyes, and an absolutely perfect body. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and I could see a pair of luscious 36 C breasts straining the front of her shirt. She had long legs and a really nice ass. I knew I shouldn't be looking at my mom like that, but I couldn't help it. When I finished my coffee, I sat my cup on the table. She turned around and gave me a dazzling smile.
About that time, an almost carbon copy of my mom walked into the kitchen. She said, "Good morning" and both my mom and me said good morning back to her. She was about the same height and weight with the same blond hair and blue eyes, but she appeared to be my age. She sat at the table and mom placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her, but instead of coffee, she gave her a bottle of water. I guess she didn't drink coffee. Mom said, "Eat your breakfast, Becky. You're going to be late for school."
The girl, who I just learned was named Becky, turned to me and said, "Randy, can you give me a ride to school? My car has a flat tire. Dad said he would call the dealer and they would come fix it later."
I answered, "Sure, Becky. No problem."
"Thanks, big brother. You're the best." She just confirmed what I assumed. She was my sister. She had called me Randy, and at that moment, I remembered my name was Randy Martin and I was a senior at Central High School.
Now, I have no way to explain this, but apparently I had grown up with this family in this house, but I had very little recollection of it. Apparently, my spirit, or soul, or whatever it was called, managed to possess the body of Randy Martin. I assumed that memories would come to me as needed. I'm still not sure how this reincarnation stuff worked, but just because I couldn't explain it didn't mean it wasn't real. I knew I was able to live in someone's body, but it was obvious he wasn't dead. Where did his spirit go? Were we both sharing the same body at the same time? I didn't have a clue, but something told me not to worry about it, but to just accept it.
We finished breakfast, took our dishes to the sink, and started to head outside when my new mom said, "Aren't you forgetting something?" I was clueless, but Becky said, "Sorry mom" then walked over and kissed her on the cheek before walking out the door. I followed her example, but when I started to kiss her cheek, she grabbed my head, pressed her lips to mine, and thrust her tongue in my mouth to give me a very un-mom like kiss. She said, "Have a good day at school, Randy."
Well, I wasn't expecting that. Apparently, that was normal for us. I wondered if we did that in front of my Dad. I walked outside and saw Becky sitting in the passenger seat of a blue BMW. I assumed that was my car, so I opened the driver side door and got in. I started the car and looked at the house I had just left. It was a large mini-mansion with a four car garage and a sprawling lawn. I thought to myself, this family is certainly better off than my old one was. Mom was not dressed for work, so I assumed she didn't work. I was wondering what type of job my dad had, but I was sure I would find out soon.
I'm not sure how I knew how to get there, but I drove us to school like I had been doing it for years. While we were driving to school, Becky had her skirt pulled up to about mid-thigh. I noticed she had nice tanned legs. At one point I looked up and noticed she was looking at me with a smile on her face. She had caught me staring at her legs and she didn't seem to mind. When we pulled into the parking lot, she leaned over and gave me a deep kiss on the mouth before saying, "Thanks Randy. I'll meet you here after school."
She slid out of her seat and walked toward the red brick school building. I was thinking, "Apparently all the women in my family kissed on the lips."
I got out, locked the car, and headed to school. Again, I somehow knew exactly where I was going. I went to my classroom, sat at my desk, and looked around. I noticed everyone seemed to be engrossed in a small metallic box which they were busily moving their thumbs over. When the teacher, who I somehow knew was Mrs. Jenkins, came in the room, they hurriedly placed the devices in their pockets or backpacks. When the class started, Mrs. Jenkins walked through the room passing out papers. When she got to my desk, she smiled, handed me the paper, and said, "Congratulations, Randy. Once again, you got the highest grade in the class on the exam." I guess I no longer struggled with my grades.
School went fairly quickly. At lunch, I passed a large calendar taped to a wall with the school baseball schedule. I was shocked when I looked at it and noticed the date was June 10th, 2018. I had died in 1968! Obviously, I had a lot to catch up on. After school, I walked to my car and in a few minutes, Becky walked up to me. She had a big smile on her face when she asked, "Ready to go home?"
I just nodded, got in the car and started it up. Before pulling out of the parking lot, I looked at Becky, noticing once again that her dress was pulled up to mid-thigh, and asked, "How was your day?"
She again gave me a beautiful smile and answered, "Pretty good. How about you?"
I told her my day went alright, too, and then drove home. As I pulled into the driveway, Becky said, "I'm so excited about next week."
