EPISODE: The Elevator Switch

"You lookin’ at me?" The voice that slips from Mahmoud's lips is smooth, dripping with charm, yet it isn’t his. "There ain't nobody else here. You must be lookin’ at me." The guy leans in even closer.

“You’re a damn good-lookin' man.”

Mahmoud's reflection in the mirror smirks, a cocky, almost sultry grin that doesn’t belong to him. The real Mahmoud, trapped inside, feels his lips curl against his will.

"What's wrong, Mahmoud?" The guy’s voice drips with mockery. "Don't like the makeover? Well, too bad, because this isn't you anymore. It's me now."

Mahmoud glares through his eyes at his own reflection, rage boiling just beneath the surface. Inside his mind, he’s seething, thrashing against the invisible chains holding him hostage in his own body. His fists clench and unclench against the mirror, though he can’t control the motion.

He grits his teeth, and with all his might, forces his lips to part. His voice comes out low, rough...

“Get out.”

But that feeling doesn’t last long. I feel him smirk, feel his body tense with amusement as he steps closer to the mirror, eyes locked on mine in the reflection. He laughs, low and mocking.

“Oh, so you think you’re the tough guy again, huh? Well, let’s see what you have to say now.”

"You, You... have no idea who you’re messing with. When I get control back, you’re going to regret ever setting foot inside me. I’ll make you pay for every second of this!"

He smirks again, leaning in closer. “Oh, come on, sweetheart,” the guy’s voice purrs, dripping with arrogance.

“This isn’t so bad. Look at you, so strong, so gorgeous. You should really appreciate what you’ve got here. I certainly do.”

His gaze drops lower, eyes lingering on Mahmoud’s bulge in his pants. My body tenses as I feel him run a hand down the fabric, his touch slow and teasing, a mocking caress that makes my skin crawl.

“Oh, but I’m just getting started, sweetheart.” His hand slides down to rest on my hip, a pose I’d never take—hips tilted, one brow raised. He leans in even closer, his fingers tracing lightly over my bulge.

“Oh, you’ve got some power down here too, huh?” His voice is thick with satisfaction, his touch lingering longer than it should.

“You’ve got it all, pretty boy, style, strong build, and… well, well-equipped.” He chuckles to himself, a dark satisfaction spreading across his face. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.”

“I’m here to show you what you’ve been missing, what you’ve always been too scared to touch.”

"I don’t want this. I don’t want any part of this!"

“Oh, don’t lie to me,” he says, pressing his face close to the mirror, so close I can feel the coolness of the glass against my lips. “I feel it. Deep down, under all that disgust and denial. You’ve spent so long pretending you’re something you’re not. Acting like you’re above this. Like you’re… untouchable, huh, straight boy.”

This isn’t me, I try again, my voice trembling in the recesses of my mind. You can’t force me into this...

“Oh, I think you’ll find I can,” the invader purrs, delighting in his own reflection, tilting his head this way and that to catch the angles of my jaw, his eyes flickering with a predatory gleam. He raises a hand, running it along the line of the jaw I can't control.

“In fact, I think I’ve never seen a more convincing display of attraction in my life... and now it’s mine.”

“This is sick. You're sick!” I scream inside my head. ''I want my body back! I’ll fight you. I’ll find a way to break free. You won’t— HELP!''

He presses his face closer to the glass, close enough to see every detail, every twitch of rebellion and shame in my eyes.

“You’ve built this body up like a fortress, hiding behind your own muscles. But here you are, under my thumb.”

''I’ll fight you. I’ll find a way to break free. You won’t—''

"Aw, what's wrong, Mahmoud? Getting tired?" the guy sneers, adjusting the watch on my wrist one more time, a smug smile curling on his lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you sleep. You’re done. You’re not in control anymore.”

The elevator slows, and I step forward, watching myself in the mirror one last time.

''Yah, you're a good-looking guy, but not good enough to keep it. Not when I’ve got plans. I'm taking this body out, showing it off. There's a club I’ve got my eyes on, and trust me, they’ll love me there."

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