Groupie

"Yeah, shake yo body girl!" Max said panning his phone's camera around the obviously drunk fan.

"You like it Max?" She asked.

"I fucking love it. Keep it up girl!"

Max was the bassist of the Slash Monkies, an indie punk band that had been making their rounds at music festivals. At every fest he had his share of groupies but none of them had the enthusiasm as this girl. Her passion for him and the rest of the band was so raw and pure, and unlike other groupies she seemed more interest in the people in the band than just sleeping with them.

Today was their last day at the current fest and Max was honestly afraid to see her go.

"Hey Macy," he asked putting down the camera. "How would you like to join us for the rest of the tour? It's only a few more weeks and me and the boys would love your company."

"Do you really mean it?" she squealed.

"Yes I do. So what do you say?"

"I WOULD LOVE TOO!" She screened and hugged Max like a boa constrictor.

What Max didn't know wast that inside of Macy's body was not the soul of a quirky young woman, but the soul of fourteen year old Jesse, the self proclaimed number one fan of Slash Monkies. Jesse used a body swapping spell to take over the body of a random stranger at Indie Fest so he could see his favorite band despite his parents not allowing him to go. Little did he know at the time that he would be getting much more closer to the band members than just the front row. Let's just say that fourteen year old boy got as close as a woman could possibly get with each member.