A bully finds an alien device that allows him to transform into other people and uses his new powers to torment the student he loathes in Two of a Kind 1: Connor.
Connor roams the campus dominating others with his bulk and aggression, taking what he wants and leaving the other students terrified. He hates everyone but especially Ethan and his girlfriend, Maya. Ethan is such a pathetic wimp and diminutive Maya has a strange fierceness that cows Connor.
It’s fine. Connor can deal with it. He has other targets.
And then Ethan and Maya get him kicked off the football team just because he punched Ethan a tiny little bit. Barely a black eye.
Simmering with rage, Connor chances upon an alien device fallen from the sky that gives him the power to transform himself and others. Now, with the power to turn into an exact copy of anyone he’s touched, he resumes bullying Ethan with a vengeance and also discovers that this power lets him indulge his deepest fantasies.
Connor can transform into everyone around Ethan. Friends. Teachers. Strangers. Tormenting Ethan with the possibility that Connor could be anywhere and anyone. But this power isn’t just for revenge. As Connor turns into gorgeous teachers and hot strangers he can’t resist exploring everything about these seductive bodies. And along with the bodies come their thoughts and memories and emotions, all of which threaten to derail Connor’s planned retribution by making him actually care about someone for once.
This is Connor’s story.
Part 1 of 3.
It was a shame that people didn’t carry cash anymore because it made it that much harder for Connor to bully Ethan into handing over his lunch money.
“Fortunately for you, I take card,” Connor growled when he finally cornered Ethan by the trashcans behind the cafeteria and shoved him up against the wall.
In high school they no longer had ‘recess’. Now it was called ‘free time’ but was basically the same thing. Time do to whatever you wanted. And what Connor wanted was to terrorize Ethan.
There was something about the nerd that was just so punchable. His stupid, dumbass face with the blonde peach fuzz on his cheeks and the goofy grin. His awkwardly tall, skinny body that made his head look enormous. His constant need to correct people with a reedy “Well, actually…”. Like now.
“Well, actually,” Ethan said. “My money is on my phone.”
“What about all that prize money?” Connor said, grabbing the scruff of Ethan’s shirt and shaking him.
“W-well, actually…” Ethan began, his glasses beginning to slide down his nose.
Was it just a fucking stutter? Part of his fight or flight response?
“Say ‘well, actually’ one more time,” Connor threatened, raising his fist.
“It’s my girlfriend’s prize,” Ethan said.
Everyone in James Martin High School knew about the prize. They’d had a whole assembly where the principal, Mrs. Morgan, had made this huge announcement. It was even featured in their town paper. Ethan and his dork girlfriend, Maya, had cracked some sort of code or found a bug or something—Connor didn’t really understand—that that had earned them a bounty from one of the major AI tech companies. What Connor did understand was that it had come with a $10,000 prize and he wanted a piece of that nerd money.
Connor was short and squat. Burly (or ‘big boned’ as his mother used to insist back when she gave a shit). Angry piggy eyes and a pug nose that whistled when he breathed. Head shaved bald because he thought it made him more menacing. A mosaic of acne across his wide face.
He’d failed two grades and was only sticking with high school because that was where he felt most in control. The extra time had given him bigger muscles than his peers. The better to torment them with. As a linebacker on the football team, he was encouraged to use the aggression that constantly fizzed through him on his opponents. He delighted in slamming into them, knocking to the ground and getting rewarded with high-fives from his teammates. The only time his team would really interact with him.
Off the field, Connor had to be a little more secretive with his brawn. He swaggered through the halls, timing his bullying to avoid the cameras or any teachers that loitered in the hallways. Aside from the classes, high school was a breeze. He took what he wanted and most people were afraid to tell him ‘no’. Who needed friends when he had power?
Now, secluded behind the dumpsters, Connor brought his face close to Ethan’s, breathing his sour breath into Ethan’s face as the nerd wriggled and gasped. “Then you better go bring me some of your girlfriend’s money.”
“Hey, let go of him,” a woman said from behind.
Connor turned, still gripping Ethan by the shirt. Ethan’s girlfriend, Maya, stood there, hands on her hips and fire in her eyes. She was tiny. Slender frame. Wavy brunette hair that spilled down her shoulders and with a scent that made Connor want to bury his nose in it. Pouty face with big brown eyes. More cute than nerd. Hell, he could see sometimes when she moved she was hiding a tight body beneath those drab clothes. Perfect size tits for burying his face in between. Perfect sized ass for burying his cock in between. His manhood twitched at the thought.
She should have been laughable. Completely helpless in front of him. But, somehow, her being a girl made her more intimidating.
“Let go of him,” Connor mocked, affecting a high pitched voice.
But he released Ethan, pushing him roughly against the wall for good measure and stepping back to frown at him. He took a step towards Maya and saw the fear appear in her eyes but she didn’t back down. Connor would never admit it – and couldn’t really even fully comprehend it – but women terrified him and angered him in equal measure. As a well YouTube’d, red-pilled man, he, of course, knew that a woman’s role was subservience. They were to be dominated before they yanked men down from their natural order at the top to suck their male energy out before climbing up the men’s desiccated husks.
But they also – according to Connor’s well-researched sources on the internet – had power. Fucking society was organized around making them great and making men suck. Again, according to his sources, everyone wanted Connor to be ashamed to be a man and he had internalized that shame. Though, Connor couldn’t exactly remember having that shame until the manosphere had identified it.
Men weren’t supposed to punch women. They were supposed to manipulate them. Make them insecure and needy and destroy their self-esteem until they depended on men. But what if you couldn’t? Women were mostly smarter than Connor. And the disgust that radiated off them when Connor came near made him ashamed. How could they make him seem so small and weak with just the tiniest furrow of their eyebrows? The smallest snicker? He wanted to impress them so much and that’s where their deep power lay. He was aware he was giving his male power away but, with the help of the online manosphere, he was trying to work on that. For now, Connor contented himself with using his excessive brawn on the other male students, dominating them physically both on and off the football field in the hopes that this would impress some women. So far, no luck.
So as Maya closed in, Connor stepped back and raised his hands in mock surrender. “He’s all yours.”
Connor stomped away, feigning a loss of interest while stewing inside. How could something so small and fragile – a woman! – make him feel even smaller? Before he turned the corner he heard Maya asking Ethan if he was okay and Connor shivered in disgust. It wasn’t fair. How was it possible that some dipshit like Ethan had a girlfriend but a muscly specimen of a man like Connor didn’t? And Connor was on the football team and everything. Sometimes he wished his rage was good for more than just a few stolen dollars at lunch.
Connor flexed his muscles and pounded his fist as he walked, psyching himself up, assuring himself that he was, indeed, the alpha male of this school. The biggest and the baddest. To make himself feel better, Connor sought out the group of freshman who could reliably be found next to the gym playing some sort of card game involving dragons and magic. He kicked dirt on their game then nabbed their lunch from their lunch boxes, threatening it would be worse for them all if they ever told.
His stolen lunch was well-flavored with their fear and yet he still felt like Ethan had gotten away. Connor returned to the cafeteria, where he spotted Ethan and Maya at a far table. He kept his distance, waiting for them to split up so he could have Ethan all to himself. God, it was disgusting how they kissed. How she insisted on holding his hand. Connor worked himself up into a rage wondering why someone like Ethan could get a girl but Connor had no one.
When the bell sounded signaling the end of lunch, Maya kissed Ethan on the cheek and then was whisked away with her friends while Ethan went the opposite way. Connor tailed him as he crossed the quad towards the science buildings, closing in as Ethan entered the stairwell. Connor followed close behind as quietly as he could, taking the stairs two at a time so they reached the second floor landing together.
Before Ethan knew what was going on, Connor grabbed Ethan’s backpack, yanked open the door to the janitor’s closet and hurled him inside. Connor joined him, slamming the door behind them and flicking on the light above. The bare bulb swung back and forth, making Ethan look even more pale and sweaty. His eyes were wild as he realized his was trapped in here all alone with Connor.
“Now,” Connor said, “Where were we?”
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