A few months ago, The Shapers invaded. As far as the average person knew, these were some kind of aliens who attacked from afar, using a blue flash, causing all sorts of transformations, body swaps and merging. Of these changes, Merging, the physical combination of two or more people’s bodies into one, was considered the most terrifying as not only to the merged people sometimes lose their basic human shape, but control over the shared body is not always evenly distributed.

Before the Shapers, Delyn was a landlord managing a lower-end apartment complex. He tried to be strict but fair, owing to his focused, practical mindset, which naturally upset some of his tenants, one of which was Lacy. Lacy was a sadist who hated when other people, especially men, held power over her. Many a boyfriend would say that she made for a great Dom, until she inevitably tried to take things too far and attempted to control their lives outside the bedroom.

Needless to say, things significantly changed when, in the middle of an argument about whether or not rent should be paid, a bright blue flash placed Delyn’s head on Lacy’s shoulders.

For Delyn, it was a nightmare: he was sharing a body with Lacy, but had no ability whatsoever to control it. He was effectively a passenger in her life now and she was not exactly a kind or caring host. For Lacy, it was a huge windfall: the state, in a rush to sort out their legal affairs, had simply placed her as the official custodian in charge of all Delyn’s assets and affairs. In other words, everything he owned, including the apartment building, was now hers. One must forgive the state on this: with the Shifters constantly changing people’s identities and appearances, the courts were constantly swamped with cases regarding property rights and custody battles and other such cases.

Delyn woke up when the sun, streaming through the window of Lacy’s apartment, hit his face. He enjoyed waking up before his body-mate, because it gave him time to himself, before the day could really get started. It was also a break from…her. Unfortunately, he could not get up or turn in bed due to not being able to control anything below his neck, so all he could do was look at the decorations in her room. She had several leather and latex outfits hung up, as well as everything a person into bdsm would ever want. More worrying were the taxidermy heads and the animal skins she also hung up in her bedroom, as well as chains and a coil of barbed wire.

Sadly, his observations were cut short by her alarm going off. She finally allowed the two of them to get up and stretch their tan, thin body with a pleasing but of fat on it; just enough to enhance her curves. By contrast, Delyn’s pale skin, and red moustache and hair (what remained of it anyway) looked out of place next to her beautiful face and long black hair.

After getting ready for the day, Lacy sat down to a big breakfast of omelets and toast.
“You do know you can’t keep affording to eat like this the way you’re good, right?” Delyn asked
“I’m the landlord now. All I have to do is sit on my ass and collect rent.” She snapped back
“You lowered the rent to $20 a month! We won’t be able to afford electricity at that rate!”
“Shut up! I’ll deal with it later. Now it’s time to eat.”
Strictly speaking, only one head had to eat since they shared a stomach, but sometimes, Lacy would feed Delyn anyway. That way, when she decided to, like today, he wouldn’t see it coming when she teased him: she would hold food up to his lips, only to snatch it away when he went to take a bite. She would hold food just outside his reach, letting him only smell the food but not taste it. Sometimes, she would deliberately smear food on his face and call him names. By the end of it, she had eaten all the food, and poor Delyn hadn’t tasted anything. Somehow, that always made him feel hungry even though their stomach was filled.

Now that Lacy was the new landlord, she had quit her old job and, since she wasn’t bothering with the upkeep of the complex, she didn’t have anything to do all day except torment, tease and torture Delyn as “payback” for how he acted as her landlord before. Today, she felt like playing dress-up, so she placed Delyn’s neck in a posture collar and proceeded to, against his protests, shave off his moustache and hair. Then she began to apply makeup to him as she picked out a few wigs for him to wear.
“It’s a shame your head didn’t become female.” She sighed, “At least then you may have been, like, an accessory to make me look better by comparison.”
She looked over her handiwork, with the obvious man in makeup and a blonde wig and, deciding she didn’t like the look, tried clown makeup. She   how that would get on her face too, so she wiped that off and settled for writing all over his face. Things like “Ugly Man”, “Helpless” and “Property of Mistress Lacy”.

After watching television for a few hours, during which Lacy was in her underwear, occasionally pleasuring herself while Delyn dealt with wearing a ball gag covered in habanero sauce and wasabi, Lacy called her “friend”, which was another man she was thinking of making her submissive boyfriend. To ensure her privacy, she had taped earbuds to Delyn’s ears, placing her “annoying music” playlist at full blast.

“That was Mike” she said once she had removed the earbuds, “He is coming over tonight for sex. I’m going to whip and beat him and you’re going to cooperate quietly, understand?”
“I won’t do it” he said
“What?”
“I may not be able to control it, but this is my body now too. Touching yourself is one thing, but I am not comfortable having sex with another man.”
A sharp slap turned his cheek red.
“Are you fucking talking back to me?” she hissed, “You know, I was going easy on you before, but that was clearly a mistake! This is my body and my life you parasite! I don’t care if I have to gag you or pull your teeth out, I’m having him over tonight and you won’t be able to do a damn thing about it!”
That was when the blue flash hit.

Delyn could hear a man whimper, but there were spots in his eyes. Rubbing his eyes, he- wait, rubbing? Yes! He could move his hands and feet! He was free! Running to the full length mirror, he touched his face. Beautiful, tan, female with long black hair. Next to him say the frightened head of a pale, middle-aged man with unkind things written on his face.
“Well now,” Delyn said, pleased to hear Lacy’s voice come out of his mouth, “It looks like date night, and your constant abuse, is over.”