Numerous Body Swap Stories

Hide and Seek by Nemo

The sound of a fist hammering on a door, echoed down the alley. A curious observer would have seen two heavily built guys in suits, pounding on the basement door of a near derelict building. After a few seconds the door was cautiously opened outwards.
"Hey dudes? What's up?" asked the blonde surfer guy who opened the door
"FBI." said one of the guys in suits, flashing his ID "Are you the only person in this property, kid?"
"Sure, dude." said the kid in a slightly stoned voice "Just me."
"You got any ID?" asked the first agent. The kid, dipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He gave his driving licence to the agent, who looked at it for a few seconds and handed it back.
"Do you mind if we come in and check?" asked the second agent.
The surfer kid, scratched his head for a second "Don't you need like a warrant or something?" he asked.
"Well if we wanted to search without your consent, yes, but if you agree to let us in then, no" replied the first agent.
"Umm.. What exactly are you looking for?" asked the kid, looking slightly nervous.
The second agent, smiled to himself for a second "Relax kid, we're not interested in anything you might have for personal .. recreation... We're after a very dangerous guy. He was seen coming down this alley, and we're just checking all the properties."
"Well if that's all, then sure guy, come on in." said the kid, stepping back from the door.
"Could you just step outside for a few minutes?" asked the first agent. The kid shrugged, nodded and stepped outside.
The two agents entered the property, both with weapons drawn. The kid whistled quietly to himself as he leant against then wall.
After five minutes the agents came back outside, putting their weapons away as they came out.
"Thank you for your cooperation." said the first FBI guy, sounded vaguely disappointed
"No worries dude." said the surfer kid, as he headed back inside. As he closed the door, he heard the two FBI agents talking to each other.
"I don't understand, that was the last place in a dead end alley. Where has he gone?"
"Who knows. Just another one of his miracle escapes. I don't know how the guy does it."
With the door firmly locked and bolted behind him, the surfer kid headed into the bedroom. He went to the bed and ran his finger along the base of the bed which was fixed to the floor. At a certain point he pushed hard and there was a faint click.
He put his fingers under the edge of the bed base and lifted hard. The whole base pivoted up on hidden hinges. Revealed beneath was a small hollow, just large enough for a person to lie in.
Laid out in the space was as an exact duplicate of the surfer kid, eyes closed and immobile. The surfer kid reached down and checked his double's pulse. After a few seconds he leant back, satisfied. He looked at the kid and now that he was safe, took the time to check the originals body against his body. He noted a couple of new scars on the surfers body and meant a mental note to alter the body-suit to match the original.
He smiled and closed the bed. He almost felt sorry for the FBI. With his network of hypnotically pre-programmed dupes all trained to go into a trance at the sound of a trigger phrase and the body-suits they kept unknowingly stored for him, he had a network of hideouts over the whole of the eastern seaboard.
That was the fifth time he'd allowed a pair of FBI agents to look for him right under their noses, but always in a different body. He had to admit, after the male fitness model he kept in NYC, surfer dude here was his favourite 'hideout', perhaps he'd take the time to have a break for a few days....