Inheritance of Flesh

 

Swapping bodies was always a sweaty business this was the fourth time he had used this ancient method to stay alive. The body went through so much that the first thing to do afterward was soak in a hot bath, letting the aches settle. As for the old body — well, you gave it some time. Then you made the sad, necessary call to the police, reporting that you’d just found your father dead.

Stealing his daughter’s body had never been the original plan. He’d wanted to use his son, but with the boy locked away in prison, there was no more waiting. His own body had grown too frail, too feeble. Time was running out.

Now, stepping out of the bath, his new form gleaming with droplets, he dried off slowly, admiring the youth in every line of the skin. Dressed at last, he picked up the phone, ready to make the call.