Reaching into his back pocket, he found the key to the apartment - number 22. It was one of the bigger ones, with three bedrooms to Carl's one.
“Looks like I'm moving up in the world already” he chuckled, as he walked down to the kid's home. Cautiously slotting the key into the door, he heard it click as he creaked it open.
Carl slowly crept into Pedro's home, taking in the sights with a look of curiosity, as though the young man had never seen them before. The place was tidier than Carl's, of course. A few pictures adorned the hallway walls, mainly of the siblings of the household when they were younger. A small kitchen was directly ahead, with the living room to the right and the bedrooms on the left.
Carl poked his head into the first one. It must have been his host's, with all the hallmarks of a teenage boy's bedroom. It was messy and full of useless crap, with posters on the wall and some study books dashed across the bed. His criminal instinct noticed the more expensive items in the room - namely a decent sound system and a PS5.
Closing the first door, he continued to creep forward to the second. It was slightly ajar, with a faint slither of light telling him it was occupied. Carl peaked through the crack. This room was more bright and floral, again with clothes strewn around, but all feminine. The sound of some vapid pop song could be heard through a portable speaker on a makeup table. Looking towards the bed, that's when Carl noticed the occupant - a girl, a couple of years older than his current body.
She had the family resemblance - frizzy black hair, olive skin. Though Carl was also noticing the rest of her. She was wearing a pair of cotton short shorts, not only showing off her smooth legs, but also the shape of her nice Latino bumper as she bent over. She also wore a pink tank top, clutched to the rest of her svelte frame from behind. The girl hummed along to the song on the speaker as she rummaged through something on her bed.
“Hmm, nice” Carl whispered to himself, looking her up and down like a piece of meat. With the women in his life often letting him down, he had become an out and out misogynist, with little respect for the female of the species, often just viewing them as objects with the occasional attitude. His indulgence in strippers and prostitutes previously had done little to improve that school of thought.
‘Maybe that's something this power can help with too…’ He pondered in his mind. He could feel himself getting an erection as he watched. He wasn't sure what was more messed up - the fact her ‘brother’ was looking at her like this, or a 38 year old criminal lowlife. Suddenly, he was broken out of his trance by a voice from the living room.
It made him jump as he stuck to the wall. Whoever it was called out to his host in Spanish. Carl was perplexed at first, but as he heard it again, he somehow found he could understand it clearly with his new body.
“Pedro! Is that you home now?”
“Si, papa” Carl answered back in perfect Spanish. He’d never even so much as taken one Spanish lesson in his entire life. Inside his host body though, he understood it fluently.
Opening the living room door, he saw an older man, possibly in his early 50s, reclined in an armchair as he watched TV, a cold beer sat on the coffee table to the side of him. This must have been his body's father.
“Where have you been?” He asked again in Spanish as Carl entered, his eyes not wandering from what was happening on the screen.
“I… was studying at a friend's house,” Carl lied. He could often quickly spin a lie with his criminal instinct.
“Until eleven?” The father sarcastically retorted.
“Ok… we might have played some video games after” Carl shrugged.
The truth is, Pedro had been with his friends, though out on the streets. Whilst the boy himself wasn't into illegal activities, one or two of his friends had gotten caught up with gangs to earn a quick buck. It was the nature of the area, run down and dilapidated as it was. Pedro would sometimes act as lookout while they dealt or stole. It earned the boy a few bucks of his own when they shared. Of course, he didn't want his family knowing that though.
The father didn't seem to care much as he grunted, tired himself from a long day's work.
“Whatever. Just get yourself to bed soon. You have school in the morning, remember?”
“Sure. I'm just gonna grab some water quick” Carl replied, using the excuse to slink out of the room.
He checked out the small kitchen as he drew himself a quick glass of water. It was nothing special. It gave Carl a moment alone though to revel in exactly what he was doing. Behind this boy's doe eyes, nobody actually suspected he was really someone else. Not even the kids' own dad!
“This is nuts” he chuckled to himself, taking a sip of the water. His hand slightly shook from the adrenaline. It was the perfect crime. And this could be anyone, not just other people in the block.
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