A college basketball player.

"So..." Helen began, watching Adam with anxious eyes. "Do you know about our local college's basketball team?"

Adam furrowed his eyebrows. "You mean the Saxons?"

"Yeah, those!" Helen exclaimed, but she tried to calm herself down. "They have a game tonight and, uhm... well. I'd like you to possess one of their players."

Adam looked at Helen in surprise, but didn't complain. The idea of possessing another dude was never the most appealing outcome for a straight guy like him. But he guessed that taking over the body of a college athlete in his late teens/early twenties wasn't so bad. For a moment there he'd feared the possibility of Helen taking a liking to wasted middle-aged men because of her memorable experience with Bob. But, lucky for him, that didn't happen.

"I see..." Adam said, slowly. "And do you already know which one of them you want me to...?"

"Of course!" Helen jolted forward with enthusiasm. "I, uh, wait a moment while I get the tablet. I'll show you!"

She took the square tablet and, after a minute, she sat next to him with an opened video. It was a 10 minute highlight of the last game played by the Saxons college basketball team.

"Let's see..." Helen muttered while playing the video, which was showing continuous plays and zooming into different players and coaches. "The one I want you to possess is... this one!!"

She quickly paused the video and pointed to the player wearing a red shirt with the number 13.

Adam leaned forward and increased the zoom on the screen, taking a good look at the body his girlfriend had chosen for him. He was one of the shortest players of his team. But, considering how damn large they all were, he probably still was way taller than Adam. However, what worried him has a different thing.

"A black guy?! D-Do you want me to possess a black guy?!"

"Why?" Helen asked with a chuckle. "You a racist or what?"

"Y-You know I'm not. But... It's just so weird!"

Helen laughed at him once again. "The weirder it is, the more interesting it becomes, don't you think?"

That said, she clicked the Play button and both of them focused on the video, listening to the narrator, watching the player run, pass and shoot. But while Adam was fully concentrated on the screen, Helen kept glancing at him, very interested in his reactions.

"It looks like his name is Damien?" The boy said quietly while listening to the commentators and looking intently at the player's quick and agile moves. There was something about that player that tickled him off. It wasn't about his physique though. He was thin and very athletic, and fairly good looking (even though, in Adam's opinion, his lips were too puffy and his nose too wide), he had a fade curly haircut and was always smilling, showing off his big shiny teeth.

But that smile wasn't the straight open smile of someone having fun. It was the sideways smile of someone being cocky and arrogant. And, as Adam quickly noticed, this Damien was always teasing other players or straight up provoking. Sometimes he added vulgar gestures when the referee wasn't looking and he even came to hands one time right near the end. And the video finished with him scoring a triple pointer and looking at the camera while making a strange sign with his fingers and sticking out his long tongue like some kind of black Gene Simmons.

"Helen..." Adam said after the video ended. "That guy is a total jackass!"

"Uh... I guess he might look a little... provocative?"

"'Provocative' is a very little word for that cunt! He is a complete thug!" Adam exclaimed. "Actually, was that a gang sign right at the end?"

"Dunno." Helen shrugged with an apologetic smile. "Guess you'll know after you possess him and read his memories."

"'Fuck's sake, Helen..." Adam muttered while massaging his temples. "And why exactly did you choose that bastard? There has to be a reason to pick that cocky dickhead out of the whole team, right?"

"About that..." Helen quickly picked the tablet and searched through the video for a particular time she had memorized. "There!" She paused and pointed at the screen. "Do you see it?"

"See what?" Adam asked, leaning forward. The video frame he was looking at showed Damien flanked by two rivals. He looked tired and was sweating all over. "What do I have to see here?"

"Gosh, Adam, how are you so blind?" Helen said with a deep sigh. "Look closely at what he is doing."

Adam looked back at the screen with a frown. Damien was simply fixing his pants. it was a gesture every player did dozens of times every game almost unconsciously. But in Damien's case, the moment he pulled his red pants upward, Adam noticed a weird cylindrical shape deforming the fabric at the front, starting at the crotch area and prolonguing through a good chunk of the inner left thigh. It looked a bit blurry due to the lack of video quality, but its uniform and bulky shape was hard to mistake.

"You're kidding me..." Adam said with his eyes wide open. Now he understood why Helen wanted him to possess that dude. He was packing a very long cannon! "And how the hell did you discover this? I know you don't watch basketball."

"Some friends who are fans shared it on social media." She told him. "So, if you already know what you wanted to know, what about you tell me whose body should I take for myself?" Helen asked with a provocative smile.

At that point, Adam was quite pissed at her. Out of all the candidates, she just had to pick the worst person simply because he probably had a huge dick. It really looked like she had awakened some kink after her experience with Bob, and that put Adam in a very awkward position as her actual boyfriend.

Adam narrowed his eyes, intently looking at Helen, who was sitting over her own knees while facing him. He looked at her petite figure, taking note of her features, her big childish eyes, her thin waist and small breasts...

"What?" Helen asked in a suspicious tone.

Adam suddenly smiled.