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A wish to be him

The meeting went well. It was just announced that you are the successor of your boss, the CEO of the worlds third biggest company. The past years of overtime and ingratiating payed off.

You left the company’s building to start your break. You’re headed towards the big plaza in the middle of the city. When you arrived you’ve started leaning against a well as always.

You werent hungry but you loved to watch people. To see them talk, walk, eat and laugh. You wanted to know everything. Your eyes moved inquisitively from left to right and back. You noticed that many couples walked over the plaza at that time but then something catched your eye. On the opposite side, under the rusty metal stairs that led to the old warehouse, two bright blue eyes were looking at you. You crossed the plaza, walking towards the eyes. As you came closer you noticed that an old homeless man sat in the shadows beneath the stairs. His crystal blue eyes were hypnotizing.

Now standing about 15 feet away from him he said:“You look good young man. I was a good looking man once too…”

His voice made your skin crawl. It was a deep, soothing voice that gave you chills.

He continued:“Come with me, I want to show you something.” He stepped out of the shadows into the sunlight.

You started to see the deep wrinkles on his face, the grey stubbles that should become a beard and the bald head with some remaining hairs. You estimate him to be around 78 years old. He wore a trashbag as clothes and old dress shoes with holes that were tried to be plugged with tape.

He started to walk up the stairs and as if you couldn’t control your body you followed him. Both of you went inside the old warehouse.

He turned towards you and looked you deep into the eyes. At first you felt unsettled and wanted to turn around but his eyes were something special, you couldnt look away.

“You look good young man.”, he said again. “Like a nice guy who helps people in need.”

You started nodding, even though you didnt want to.

“Dont you want to help a homeless man who needs warm clothes and a job?”, he asked with a smirk.

“Of course!”, you answered not knowing what is happening. Still confused not being able to control your body, you started to forget your old life while taking of your expensive suit. Starting with the jacket and tie and finishing with your shoes and pants,  you handed the suit towards the homeless man. Now standing in front of him only wearing your underwear, your muscular body was exposed. You noticed how the homeless man drooled, staring at your abs and then at your suit in his hands.

“How should I wear the suit without any underwear.”, he said while nodding towards your bulge. You stripped out of your socks and underpants and handing them over.

He took of his trashbag, revealing his old, thin and wrinkled body. He put on your suit with a loud moan. He handed you his old shoes and the trashbag:“Dont you want to wear this? It would fit you as a homeless man.”

You grabbed it thankfully and put them on.

The man made a step towards you, putting his hands on both of your cheeks. He kissed you heartily and you felt how something is leaving your body, but you didnt care.

When you opened your eyes again, you wondered why this good looking, young man stood in front of you. He looked at you with a smirk and said:“Dont you want to go back to your place beneath the stairs?”

Of course you wanted to go back there. You loved sitting there watching happy people on the plaza. You and the handsome young man left the warehouse. You sat down beneath the stairs, watching the young man crossing the plaza to lean against a well.

You observed him every day since that moment in your life. Every time you saw him, your old wrinkled hands grabbed the air as if you could touch him. It felt as if you knew that guy in thlse expensive looking suits and you wished to know how it would be to live his life.

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