Definitely An Aykroyd Type.
Definitely An Aykroyd Type.
Were-Aykroyd TF.
NOTE:
This is a meta tf story from my character's point of view and is all based on dreams and personal experience I have had, personally experiences that have served me well. I've been wanting to do a were-celeb tf/possession scenario with Dan Aykroyd and this is that scenario given written form. Be warned: This includes several Aykroydian elements to it and if you don't understand it, you might need subtitles.
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Every story begins with an introduction and an introduction is what you're getting here. You know all those TftW transformation stories? Well I am the man who writes those and also narrates them, but unlike most...I don't do the whole 'self insert' thing since my character/my role isn't that typical self insert character you always see who can do no wrong and has some bizarre hair color and wacky superpowers and is somewhat of a jack of a trades. I am not like that all, you won't hear a bunch of bullcrap that has such things as a convoluted storyline with way too many pop culture characters to count at least not often, and you won't be seeing such things as random cameos popping up in the middle of the story that don't exist for any purpose other than 'hey..is that Vince Mcmahon and his WWE superstar lineup?' or 'Is that Optimus Prime and the Mighty Ducks?' and awful attempts at connecting stories together. Oh no, not in my stories you won't. You won't see any petty revenge-fics targeted at certain types of people either.
I've always been a little bit weird, well what do you expect from a man like me...I was introduced to the works of R.L Stine and Stephen King and got bit by the horror bug early. I've always had a fascination with supernatural creatures and as you know, there are several monsters in my world...i've always found comfort in things that people find to be weird, like celebrity transformations for instance. I've been on DA for 9 years now and i've changed a lot since then. When I look back at my old self I cringe...my Drmusic2-1 era is my most embarrassing era. I tried way too hard to be edgy and badass with my weregrinch fursona and people thought my werejohncandy incarnation was a total joke, which it was...it's just that most people don't get that and they thought I took it seriously. I did, at least for a while but then I totally realized how stupid I was back then. I wasn't in the correct mind-set, especially not when I did that remark about wanting to take on John Candy in a fight...obviously I never did follow through on that.
This isn't about those days though, this is my story. I was in the room of the secondary home I was staying in with my favorite Lycanroc Connor and my favorite horse toy named Oatsie...Oatsie of course shares the same name as a Ponyta that my friend Mel has. I had been having a bunch of wild and crazy dreams about Dan Aykroyd...who I can now confirm is my twin personality-wise. Not just about him but becoming him...of him possessing me and of myself becoming him in general. Oddly enough they seem natural to me. So I was writing about those dreams in my Quora dream guidebook so I could share it with my friends later. 'Did those really happen?' 'Yes..and I swear I feel that I am Aykroyd sometimes.' 'Are you sure?' 'Yes...I feel that way sometimes.' 'Hmm...interesting.'
Having supernatural powers had always been a dream of mine, watching shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Big Wolf On Campus really helped with that. I mean even though Tommy regretted having werewolf powers in the first season he grew used to them and they came in useful when it came to fighting villains. And then there's my love of morphing, those Animorphs book covers man...I tried so hard to mimic them myself but to no avail. Then I discovered I had powers, yeah...I discovered I had transformation powers and that I could transform. Which made me feel like a happy monster-man. I couldn't help but think of those dreams though, and I could pretty much hear Aykroyd's voice in my mind as I was writing about them. But could it be that these were more than 'dreams'?
"I don't know if these are dreams or visions of what is going to happen to me."
"How so?"
"Well...I can almost hear Aykroyd's voice in my head as I am thinking about them."
"Maybe you're already kind of like him."
"Wait...no, no..that can't be. There must be a miscalculation."
I never thought of it before but in a way, I was kind of like Aykroyd...except of course I don't have webbed toes or two different colored eyes or that dimple in the middle of the nose, those are uniquely his traits. But I realized I did share quite a few similarities to him. I blushed a little as I decided to watch an SNL compliation that was the best of Aykroyd's skits and characters, to give me some inspiration...things started off normally until I saw what appeared to be a spectral entity emerging from the screen. I know using 'spectral entity' to describe a ghost definitely sounds Aykroydian already but that's what it is, there was no other way of explaining it. The spirit took on a translucent form before taking on the form that was familiar from my dreams, or was it my visions? The spirit was a ghostly version of Dan Aykroyd with glowing eyes and a playful smile on his face, just like in the vision.
"Well looks like I found my twin self."
"Your twin?"
"Yeah...looks like I found my twin."
"You're Dan Aykroyd, i'm Nathan Forester...we're not even related."
"Not in that way."
'Oh so not in the possibly related way or in the i'm gonna turn you into a clone of me way i've seen one too many times with mostly male characters?' 'Well what I mean by how similar we both are is that. I mean I am very similar to you in terms of my overall personality and quirks and you are extremely similar to me. That's what I mean by twin-self.' 'So we are one and the same personality-wise? Yes, definitely yes. Affirmative.' 'Uhhh...I don't know.' Dan could sense that I was feeling nervous about this. As weird as that sounded and as 'clone-me TF fic-y' as it sounded, I realized that Aykroyd may have been onto something. He spoke to me of how similar we were and that made me blush. 'Dan...I don't know what to say.' 'Are you speechless? Because I sense that you are.' 'Dan, I honestly wasn't expecting this. I wasn't expecting to be like you.' 'Oh? Weren't you?' 'It's just that the quiz I took ages ago on Quizilla said that I am a Belushi type. It said i'm like your late bestie John Belushi. I didn't expect to turn out to be like you and that worries me.' It is normal to feel worried or concerned about certain things and this was odd and worrying to me. 'There there, Nathan. There's no need to be scared.' 'I don't know, Dan. I don't know how to feel about being like you.' I really didn't know how to feel about this.' I sighed as Dan looked over at me, he seemed to really want to help me but I was hesitant to do so. 'Dan, what possibly could you do to help?' 'Well how you would like to...turn into me?' 'This is a little bit sudden but I suppose it wouldn't hurt.' 'I would have to possess you first though.' 'You mean?' 'Yeah...i've been learning how to do this for a while and have been looking for someone to try it on.' 'I suppose if you want...' 'Good. This won't hurt a bit.' 'So how does it work?' 'Like this...stand still please and open wide.' I was reluctant to do so at first but didn't mind it, I had done possession in my work before and was very into it and Dan knew this.
Opening my mouth, I stood there still as he took on a translucent form and dove through it and down my stomach, possessing me in the process. My stomach gurgled loudly as I gazed out of the window, seeing the moon turn a ghostly shade of green which made my eyes glow for a few seconds. 'Ugh...is it supposed to start off like this?' 'Yeah, I know it comes across as being a bit uncomfortable but you will adjust to it.' 'You should know that I haven't morphed before, at least not outside of my own stories.' 'It may be weird at first but you'll adjust.' I clutched my stomach for a little bit as it expanded, my arms slowly broadened as my hands enlarged...my skin slowly losing some perfections but also aging to 67 years although I kept my ageless quality. A small selection of brown hairs slowly grew on the top half of my chest and also a little bit on my stomach, I knew Danny had some body hair on him especially judging by the photos I had seen of him and that scene in My Stepmother Is An Alien where he is in bed and Kim Bassinger...mmmm, Kim Bassinger - seduces him, but to feel that hair on my own body...mmm. The hair was on my arms too and I looked like I was putting on some weight, it felt uncomfortable but the thing is I had been used to describing how other people transform in my own work, to have it happen to myself personally sort of was new to me.
My shirt, you know the one with my royal family insignia of the spider-web on it, felt incredibly tight as the buttons popped off and it was a little bit difficult but I didn't mind it that much. If anything, seeing my older and much ruddier complexion made me feel happy inside. I looked at my legs for a second to see them alter and go through the same change as my arms, I willingly allowed my black and red socks to tear open as my feet grew from within them, my feet were much larger now and I felt a tingling sensation between them as two of the toes on both feet fused, giving them the appearance of being webbed. I felt my rear with my hands as it enlarged a little, making it look a bit bigger than normal. I always knew Danny had a cuddly appearance that made anyone including myself want to be his friend and to hug him, back when he was you know..somewhat thin as opposed to how he looks now which is more fatherly.
The sensation of morphing is always kind of weird at first, the first time you see this type of thing you always have to wonder...'Isn't that painful or scary though?'. It is, but after the first set of times you grow used to it. That's the best part of being in the DA-Verse, weird stuff like this happens regularly and there's no telling what's going to happen, it's all about reshaping and altering what we essentially know about ourselves into a different shape or form or different species entirely in a process known as transformation or transmutation. Now I know that you think that it Aykroydian...and holy crap I just realized how Aykroydian that actually sounds. I blushed as I examined my altering form, it felt oddly pleasant and nice...perhaps this was how it was meant to feel.
"Hey Dan...this actually feels pretty good."
"I told you it wouldn't hurt. You're coming along nicely too, look at you."
"You really think so?"
"I know so. Just look at how you're coming along, you're going to be just like me in no time at all."
"You know come to think of it I am feeling a lot like you."
I blushed, my transformation wasn't even remotely done and I was starting to act and feel like Dan, and like I was looking into a mirror...albeit a transdimensional mirror in which the other side's reflection is that of a respected Canadian comedian and SNL alumni that is but a mirror nonetheless. Who's to say mirrors like that don't exist in other dimensions? I'm pretty sure they do, that may have been my more Aykroydian traits showing but I genuinely felt there were possibilities of creatures of the paranormal variety existing all over the world, of course I had always believed in the paranormal. I remember getting into the 'Elvis sighting' scene way back in the late 2000's and early 2010's, heck...that's why I love Bubba Ho-Tep so much, apart from the fact Bruce Campbell plays Elvis because well, who doesn't love Bruce Campbell? A bunch of these sites about 'Elvis sightings' were often amusing, because you can never tell if these were real or if it was a special effect or if it was an impersonator just messing with people. And of course that one game/website called Find The Ghost Of Elvis? Anyone remember that? I sure do. I remember being scared to death by that game, especially when that ghastly demon popped up. Just like that ol Black Licorice game with those freaky kids who turned into monsters if you gave them black licorice.
There were a few cracking and bubbling sensations as my shoulders and back broadened, I slowly found myself growing up in height to 6'1 as my neckline altered. If I could estimate how much I weighed I would say that I weighed 250lbs, average for a guy of my appearance's age. I examined my body and then ran through my hair with my hands, my hair is usually quite long and straight, appearance-wise normally I would say i'm what would happen if you crossed Johnny Depp with Collin Farrell. Which...if you have seen Fantastic Beasts definitely seems like a fitting comparison. Although on some occasions my hair looked like Russell Brand's only a lot less crazy looking, and I mean no offense to Russell, I mean I adore the guy even though I didn't get along with him. Yeah, it's complicated...he was evil once, he tried to corrupt me and make me be like him, but now he's a good guy and I adore him.
My hair shortened but also became a bit wavier, darkening in the process. A pair of clean cut side-burns slowly sprouted on my cheeks..no, the cheeks on my face, not my butt-cheeks, silly. My forehead swelled and enlarged as my brow altered, my eyebrows bushed up and arched. I examined my face, and as I did...my eyes were undergoing changes of their own as they widened, giving him an innocent look...the look you typically see on a character who was dorky yet adorable, what's the word...ah yes, adorkable. My right eye was turning from brown to blue, while my left one was turning green...I was developing heterochromia, which is a condition where someone has two eyes that are of two different colors. It's quite a fascinating phenomenon really and gives people with that an alien look to them. Which definitely fit with the theme of my transformation. I mean Dan's always been into paranormal stuff and come to think of it so have I, maybe he was indeed right...I was his twin, or maybe he was my twin, I don't know how this stuff works in its entirety to be exact. But all you need to know is that at this point, I was beginning to realize that there were more than a few similarities to to him that I initially thought.
Looking back at the very early transformation guide episode I did on the 'Werebelushi', ah yes Mr Werebelushi In Shade...everyone's favorite sarcastic furball, I realized that the exact paragraph and sentence about how I felt like I had a spiritual connection with the late comedian John Belushi...sounded very Aykroyd-like. And to be honest, it was definitely something Aykroyd himself would say. I mean he and John Belushi were close buds, pretty much like David Spade and Chris Farley in that regard. The part in that particular episode where I mentioned Belushi as being like a family member, definitely sounded like it was Aykroyd-like consider Aykroyd viewed Belushi as a kindred spirit and also as a brother figure. I couldn't help but break out into a few dance moves that started off as a bit clumsy but gradually evolved into perfect imitations of his moves, you know when he is dancing in Celtic Pride and in The Great Outdoors, I was able to flawlessly imitate those moves. You know I think someone should do a song about that, I mean Sir Mick has...so why not me?
I was initially afraid but I have to admit...watching myself morph, was pretty damn exciting and fascinating. I had never been the type that was okay with how I looked and sounded, at least not as my normal self. If you were to ask me 'do you like who you are?' appearance-wise I would say no, because i've been made the butt of one too many cruel jokes regarding my appearance which I didn't get, but personality-wise I would say yes. I like to view the SNL cast, specifically the Not Ready For Primetime Players as being like a group of high school friends, we all have at least cast member we know someone as being similar to or are similar to. Although in my group it was difficult to determine which one I was likely to be, we had a Belushi and a Murray but we never had a Chevy Chase. And thank goodness, nothing against the man or anything...it's just that negative attitude of his can be a real pain in the behind especially if you're one of the people who falls victim to it. I wasn't sure if I was likely to be a Murray or a Chevy given my sarcasm and doesn't take themselves seriously attitude towards my own work, now I see that i'm the Aykroyd of that group, makes sense considering i've always been sort of a theater fan and have a wild imagination. Yep, i'm a theater person...you can thank Lord-Lloyd-Webber for that, thanks for that Andy. If it wasn't for that amazing coat of many colors or for those Jellicle cats that do that Jellicles can...I wouldn't be where I am now. Speaking of the former though, I was a choir member in a production of that...but really we all know I should have been Pharaoh, he gets the best songs.
"You seem to be really enjoying this."
"Thanks...Dan, you're a real easy person to get along with."
"No problem, and you're turning out pretty good. Why you've got my eyes now too."
Although I really do feel that it was really ridiculous that my idea for a local production that is an action-packed sci fi tale about a yeti-like alien on a planet of attractive female aliens got rejected for being too outlandish. I mean don't those people know that it would have made a good musical or an even better movie? I mean I can practically picture Jack Black in the lead role. Most people just don't get me, i'm used to getting laughed at a lot, i'm aware of it. Heck, I laugh at myself too. I chuckled as my nose broadened and grew bigger, it itched a little and so I scratched, as I did..a small cleft materialized down the middle of it. I definitely looked like I had Aykroyd's nose now. My lips pursed and contorted, resembling his ones as my teeth brightened. I had a very adorable look to me now and I so would have been tempted to hug myself.
I chuckled to myself as my face slowly became fuller and rounder, my cheekbones sharpening a little as my jawline broadened, my features slowly morphing and reshaping themselves and undergoing an alteration process of their own, slowly realigning themselves from my own visage into a perfect replication of Dan's own one and a few seconds later I was completely like him appearance-wise. 'Woah...I look so precious and huggable.' 'Of course you do, that's because you're like me now.' 'And that's a good thing if you ask me.' In a way that sounded almost prophetic, these wild dreams of becoming Dan were coming true and I knew we had a lot in common already given how wild HIS dreams are, it's like like looking in a mirror. A mirror that is from another dimension with a reflection that is specifically that of him and not of me but still a mirror nonetheless, but who's to say dreams like that can't come true? And just like him, I too had a little bit of a sensual encounter with a ghost. I wasn't afraid though, after all...a wiseman once said, 'I ain't afraid of no ghost'. Even though people looked at me like I was from another planet or possibly from another dimension or maybe from Valkenvania, I was fine with who I was and this transformation just seemed natural to me.
A few seconds later and I was now completely transformed appearance-wise, I was a perfect twin of Dan Aykroyd in terms of my appearance. However there were a few things missing, but luckily those fixed themselves as my voice deepened and altered, becoming a bit more mature but also characteristically a bit monotone but not robotic or emotionless. Instinctively I started speaking using that voice, going over the details of my computer in a way which definitely indicated that I was a master of techno-babble, technically I would even call it...Aykroydian, yes...that's the right word. My mind and personality altered as I gained a Canadian accent of sorts, to me this was all very natural and copacetic. His personality quirks were already influencing me and I definitely must admit that I was already Aykroydian to begin with and you saw how I was describing everything back there, like that is something Dan totally would do.
While my head did feel a little bit fuzzy and like it was being remolded by invisible hands, that feeling was temporary and it didn't hurt as it felt natural, I felt like I had always been born like this. Had I always been born as Dan Aykroyd or was this just a result of my conditioning over the years? I felt like I was a Nathan Forester up until this point, but now I wasn't so sure. I felt like I was an Aykroyd...always an Aykroyd, yes, that's right...I am Dan Aykroyd. A few minutes later my mind and personality completed rearranged and became his and I was now completely Aykroyd. 'Yep, i've always been like this.' I thought to myself as I looked around the place.
Being Dan Aykroyd sounded just about right to me, I was a lovable adorkable goof with a passion for paranormal entities and music, I was a big ol singing dork yes..but the best kind of singing dork. And boy do I have the moves, yep..i've still got them. I wasn't just live on Saturday nights though, I was live everynight...because a man like me loves the land of the living equally as much as the land of the deceased. They call me many names, but I prefer to be called Danny. Nice to meet you all by the way. 'Alright...let's get the party started.' 'Now we're talking.'
"So what shall we do?"
"I know just what to do..."
I called up John Goodman and Jim Belushi, my two close buds and also since they were fellow Blues Brothers it made sense for me to call them over. And we had a musical jam session together, the place we were performing in may have been small but we were able to make the most of it and entertain the guests, and thus with that we put on one heck of a show, singing, dancing and showing everyone that the true classics never go away. Which is true, music genres change with every passing generation, but the classics, the classics are eternal and even in the afterlife they will still be around to keep us all entertained for decades to come. Sometimes the results you get will take you by surprise, a quiz told me I was likely a 'Were-Belushi' type but here I am...a 'Were-Aykroyd' type instead, I guess it took a long while for that to happen, but now my mind is as clear as crystal...crystal heads that is.
As for me, well I had finally got in touch with my inner Aykroyd and it feels great to be honest. Of course it wouldn't hurt to have another one to help around when things get hectic. I'm always open, don't be afraid to sign up if interested...if you're interested in being Aykroydian like me, give me a call.
Were-Aykroyd TF.
NOTE:
This is a meta tf story from my character's point of view and is all based on dreams and personal experience I have had, personally experiences that have served me well. I've been wanting to do a were-celeb tf/possession scenario with Dan Aykroyd and this is that scenario given written form. Be warned: This includes several Aykroydian elements to it and if you don't understand it, you might need subtitles.
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Every story begins with an introduction and an introduction is what you're getting here. You know all those TftW transformation stories? Well I am the man who writes those and also narrates them, but unlike most...I don't do the whole 'self insert' thing since my character/my role isn't that typical self insert character you always see who can do no wrong and has some bizarre hair color and wacky superpowers and is somewhat of a jack of a trades. I am not like that all, you won't hear a bunch of bullcrap that has such things as a convoluted storyline with way too many pop culture characters to count at least not often, and you won't be seeing such things as random cameos popping up in the middle of the story that don't exist for any purpose other than 'hey..is that Vince Mcmahon and his WWE superstar lineup?' or 'Is that Optimus Prime and the Mighty Ducks?' and awful attempts at connecting stories together. Oh no, not in my stories you won't. You won't see any petty revenge-fics targeted at certain types of people either.
I've always been a little bit weird, well what do you expect from a man like me...I was introduced to the works of R.L Stine and Stephen King and got bit by the horror bug early. I've always had a fascination with supernatural creatures and as you know, there are several monsters in my world...i've always found comfort in things that people find to be weird, like celebrity transformations for instance. I've been on DA for 9 years now and i've changed a lot since then. When I look back at my old self I cringe...my Drmusic2-1 era is my most embarrassing era. I tried way too hard to be edgy and badass with my weregrinch fursona and people thought my werejohncandy incarnation was a total joke, which it was...it's just that most people don't get that and they thought I took it seriously. I did, at least for a while but then I totally realized how stupid I was back then. I wasn't in the correct mind-set, especially not when I did that remark about wanting to take on John Candy in a fight...obviously I never did follow through on that.
This isn't about those days though, this is my story. I was in the room of the secondary home I was staying in with my favorite Lycanroc Connor and my favorite horse toy named Oatsie...Oatsie of course shares the same name as a Ponyta that my friend Mel has. I had been having a bunch of wild and crazy dreams about Dan Aykroyd...who I can now confirm is my twin personality-wise. Not just about him but becoming him...of him possessing me and of myself becoming him in general. Oddly enough they seem natural to me. So I was writing about those dreams in my Quora dream guidebook so I could share it with my friends later. 'Did those really happen?' 'Yes..and I swear I feel that I am Aykroyd sometimes.' 'Are you sure?' 'Yes...I feel that way sometimes.' 'Hmm...interesting.'
Having supernatural powers had always been a dream of mine, watching shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Big Wolf On Campus really helped with that. I mean even though Tommy regretted having werewolf powers in the first season he grew used to them and they came in useful when it came to fighting villains. And then there's my love of morphing, those Animorphs book covers man...I tried so hard to mimic them myself but to no avail. Then I discovered I had powers, yeah...I discovered I had transformation powers and that I could transform. Which made me feel like a happy monster-man. I couldn't help but think of those dreams though, and I could pretty much hear Aykroyd's voice in my mind as I was writing about them. But could it be that these were more than 'dreams'?
"I don't know if these are dreams or visions of what is going to happen to me."
"How so?"
"Well...I can almost hear Aykroyd's voice in my head as I am thinking about them."
"Maybe you're already kind of like him."
"Wait...no, no..that can't be. There must be a miscalculation."
I never thought of it before but in a way, I was kind of like Aykroyd...except of course I don't have webbed toes or two different colored eyes or that dimple in the middle of the nose, those are uniquely his traits. But I realized I did share quite a few similarities to him. I blushed a little as I decided to watch an SNL compliation that was the best of Aykroyd's skits and characters, to give me some inspiration...things started off normally until I saw what appeared to be a spectral entity emerging from the screen. I know using 'spectral entity' to describe a ghost definitely sounds Aykroydian already but that's what it is, there was no other way of explaining it. The spirit took on a translucent form before taking on the form that was familiar from my dreams, or was it my visions? The spirit was a ghostly version of Dan Aykroyd with glowing eyes and a playful smile on his face, just like in the vision.
"Well looks like I found my twin self."
"Your twin?"
"Yeah...looks like I found my twin."
"You're Dan Aykroyd, i'm Nathan Forester...we're not even related."
"Not in that way."
'Oh so not in the possibly related way or in the i'm gonna turn you into a clone of me way i've seen one too many times with mostly male characters?' 'Well what I mean by how similar we both are is that. I mean I am very similar to you in terms of my overall personality and quirks and you are extremely similar to me. That's what I mean by twin-self.' 'So we are one and the same personality-wise? Yes, definitely yes. Affirmative.' 'Uhhh...I don't know.' Dan could sense that I was feeling nervous about this. As weird as that sounded and as 'clone-me TF fic-y' as it sounded, I realized that Aykroyd may have been onto something. He spoke to me of how similar we were and that made me blush. 'Dan...I don't know what to say.' 'Are you speechless? Because I sense that you are.' 'Dan, I honestly wasn't expecting this. I wasn't expecting to be like you.' 'Oh? Weren't you?' 'It's just that the quiz I took ages ago on Quizilla said that I am a Belushi type. It said i'm like your late bestie John Belushi. I didn't expect to turn out to be like you and that worries me.' It is normal to feel worried or concerned about certain things and this was odd and worrying to me. 'There there, Nathan. There's no need to be scared.' 'I don't know, Dan. I don't know how to feel about being like you.' I really didn't know how to feel about this.' I sighed as Dan looked over at me, he seemed to really want to help me but I was hesitant to do so. 'Dan, what possibly could you do to help?' 'Well how you would like to...turn into me?' 'This is a little bit sudden but I suppose it wouldn't hurt.' 'I would have to possess you first though.' 'You mean?' 'Yeah...i've been learning how to do this for a while and have been looking for someone to try it on.' 'I suppose if you want...' 'Good. This won't hurt a bit.' 'So how does it work?' 'Like this...stand still please and open wide.' I was reluctant to do so at first but didn't mind it, I had done possession in my work before and was very into it and Dan knew this.
Opening my mouth, I stood there still as he took on a translucent form and dove through it and down my stomach, possessing me in the process. My stomach gurgled loudly as I gazed out of the window, seeing the moon turn a ghostly shade of green which made my eyes glow for a few seconds. 'Ugh...is it supposed to start off like this?' 'Yeah, I know it comes across as being a bit uncomfortable but you will adjust to it.' 'You should know that I haven't morphed before, at least not outside of my own stories.' 'It may be weird at first but you'll adjust.' I clutched my stomach for a little bit as it expanded, my arms slowly broadened as my hands enlarged...my skin slowly losing some perfections but also aging to 67 years although I kept my ageless quality. A small selection of brown hairs slowly grew on the top half of my chest and also a little bit on my stomach, I knew Danny had some body hair on him especially judging by the photos I had seen of him and that scene in My Stepmother Is An Alien where he is in bed and Kim Bassinger...mmmm, Kim Bassinger - seduces him, but to feel that hair on my own body...mmm. The hair was on my arms too and I looked like I was putting on some weight, it felt uncomfortable but the thing is I had been used to describing how other people transform in my own work, to have it happen to myself personally sort of was new to me.
My shirt, you know the one with my royal family insignia of the spider-web on it, felt incredibly tight as the buttons popped off and it was a little bit difficult but I didn't mind it that much. If anything, seeing my older and much ruddier complexion made me feel happy inside. I looked at my legs for a second to see them alter and go through the same change as my arms, I willingly allowed my black and red socks to tear open as my feet grew from within them, my feet were much larger now and I felt a tingling sensation between them as two of the toes on both feet fused, giving them the appearance of being webbed. I felt my rear with my hands as it enlarged a little, making it look a bit bigger than normal. I always knew Danny had a cuddly appearance that made anyone including myself want to be his friend and to hug him, back when he was you know..somewhat thin as opposed to how he looks now which is more fatherly.
The sensation of morphing is always kind of weird at first, the first time you see this type of thing you always have to wonder...'Isn't that painful or scary though?'. It is, but after the first set of times you grow used to it. That's the best part of being in the DA-Verse, weird stuff like this happens regularly and there's no telling what's going to happen, it's all about reshaping and altering what we essentially know about ourselves into a different shape or form or different species entirely in a process known as transformation or transmutation. Now I know that you think that it Aykroydian...and holy crap I just realized how Aykroydian that actually sounds. I blushed as I examined my altering form, it felt oddly pleasant and nice...perhaps this was how it was meant to feel.
"Hey Dan...this actually feels pretty good."
"I told you it wouldn't hurt. You're coming along nicely too, look at you."
"You really think so?"
"I know so. Just look at how you're coming along, you're going to be just like me in no time at all."
"You know come to think of it I am feeling a lot like you."
I blushed, my transformation wasn't even remotely done and I was starting to act and feel like Dan, and like I was looking into a mirror...albeit a transdimensional mirror in which the other side's reflection is that of a respected Canadian comedian and SNL alumni that is but a mirror nonetheless. Who's to say mirrors like that don't exist in other dimensions? I'm pretty sure they do, that may have been my more Aykroydian traits showing but I genuinely felt there were possibilities of creatures of the paranormal variety existing all over the world, of course I had always believed in the paranormal. I remember getting into the 'Elvis sighting' scene way back in the late 2000's and early 2010's, heck...that's why I love Bubba Ho-Tep so much, apart from the fact Bruce Campbell plays Elvis because well, who doesn't love Bruce Campbell? A bunch of these sites about 'Elvis sightings' were often amusing, because you can never tell if these were real or if it was a special effect or if it was an impersonator just messing with people. And of course that one game/website called Find The Ghost Of Elvis? Anyone remember that? I sure do. I remember being scared to death by that game, especially when that ghastly demon popped up. Just like that ol Black Licorice game with those freaky kids who turned into monsters if you gave them black licorice.
There were a few cracking and bubbling sensations as my shoulders and back broadened, I slowly found myself growing up in height to 6'1 as my neckline altered. If I could estimate how much I weighed I would say that I weighed 250lbs, average for a guy of my appearance's age. I examined my body and then ran through my hair with my hands, my hair is usually quite long and straight, appearance-wise normally I would say i'm what would happen if you crossed Johnny Depp with Collin Farrell. Which...if you have seen Fantastic Beasts definitely seems like a fitting comparison. Although on some occasions my hair looked like Russell Brand's only a lot less crazy looking, and I mean no offense to Russell, I mean I adore the guy even though I didn't get along with him. Yeah, it's complicated...he was evil once, he tried to corrupt me and make me be like him, but now he's a good guy and I adore him.
My hair shortened but also became a bit wavier, darkening in the process. A pair of clean cut side-burns slowly sprouted on my cheeks..no, the cheeks on my face, not my butt-cheeks, silly. My forehead swelled and enlarged as my brow altered, my eyebrows bushed up and arched. I examined my face, and as I did...my eyes were undergoing changes of their own as they widened, giving him an innocent look...the look you typically see on a character who was dorky yet adorable, what's the word...ah yes, adorkable. My right eye was turning from brown to blue, while my left one was turning green...I was developing heterochromia, which is a condition where someone has two eyes that are of two different colors. It's quite a fascinating phenomenon really and gives people with that an alien look to them. Which definitely fit with the theme of my transformation. I mean Dan's always been into paranormal stuff and come to think of it so have I, maybe he was indeed right...I was his twin, or maybe he was my twin, I don't know how this stuff works in its entirety to be exact. But all you need to know is that at this point, I was beginning to realize that there were more than a few similarities to to him that I initially thought.
Looking back at the very early transformation guide episode I did on the 'Werebelushi', ah yes Mr Werebelushi In Shade...everyone's favorite sarcastic furball, I realized that the exact paragraph and sentence about how I felt like I had a spiritual connection with the late comedian John Belushi...sounded very Aykroyd-like. And to be honest, it was definitely something Aykroyd himself would say. I mean he and John Belushi were close buds, pretty much like David Spade and Chris Farley in that regard. The part in that particular episode where I mentioned Belushi as being like a family member, definitely sounded like it was Aykroyd-like consider Aykroyd viewed Belushi as a kindred spirit and also as a brother figure. I couldn't help but break out into a few dance moves that started off as a bit clumsy but gradually evolved into perfect imitations of his moves, you know when he is dancing in Celtic Pride and in The Great Outdoors, I was able to flawlessly imitate those moves. You know I think someone should do a song about that, I mean Sir Mick has...so why not me?
I was initially afraid but I have to admit...watching myself morph, was pretty damn exciting and fascinating. I had never been the type that was okay with how I looked and sounded, at least not as my normal self. If you were to ask me 'do you like who you are?' appearance-wise I would say no, because i've been made the butt of one too many cruel jokes regarding my appearance which I didn't get, but personality-wise I would say yes. I like to view the SNL cast, specifically the Not Ready For Primetime Players as being like a group of high school friends, we all have at least cast member we know someone as being similar to or are similar to. Although in my group it was difficult to determine which one I was likely to be, we had a Belushi and a Murray but we never had a Chevy Chase. And thank goodness, nothing against the man or anything...it's just that negative attitude of his can be a real pain in the behind especially if you're one of the people who falls victim to it. I wasn't sure if I was likely to be a Murray or a Chevy given my sarcasm and doesn't take themselves seriously attitude towards my own work, now I see that i'm the Aykroyd of that group, makes sense considering i've always been sort of a theater fan and have a wild imagination. Yep, i'm a theater person...you can thank Lord-Lloyd-Webber for that, thanks for that Andy. If it wasn't for that amazing coat of many colors or for those Jellicle cats that do that Jellicles can...I wouldn't be where I am now. Speaking of the former though, I was a choir member in a production of that...but really we all know I should have been Pharaoh, he gets the best songs.
"You seem to be really enjoying this."
"Thanks...Dan, you're a real easy person to get along with."
"No problem, and you're turning out pretty good. Why you've got my eyes now too."
Although I really do feel that it was really ridiculous that my idea for a local production that is an action-packed sci fi tale about a yeti-like alien on a planet of attractive female aliens got rejected for being too outlandish. I mean don't those people know that it would have made a good musical or an even better movie? I mean I can practically picture Jack Black in the lead role. Most people just don't get me, i'm used to getting laughed at a lot, i'm aware of it. Heck, I laugh at myself too. I chuckled as my nose broadened and grew bigger, it itched a little and so I scratched, as I did..a small cleft materialized down the middle of it. I definitely looked like I had Aykroyd's nose now. My lips pursed and contorted, resembling his ones as my teeth brightened. I had a very adorable look to me now and I so would have been tempted to hug myself.
I chuckled to myself as my face slowly became fuller and rounder, my cheekbones sharpening a little as my jawline broadened, my features slowly morphing and reshaping themselves and undergoing an alteration process of their own, slowly realigning themselves from my own visage into a perfect replication of Dan's own one and a few seconds later I was completely like him appearance-wise. 'Woah...I look so precious and huggable.' 'Of course you do, that's because you're like me now.' 'And that's a good thing if you ask me.' In a way that sounded almost prophetic, these wild dreams of becoming Dan were coming true and I knew we had a lot in common already given how wild HIS dreams are, it's like like looking in a mirror. A mirror that is from another dimension with a reflection that is specifically that of him and not of me but still a mirror nonetheless, but who's to say dreams like that can't come true? And just like him, I too had a little bit of a sensual encounter with a ghost. I wasn't afraid though, after all...a wiseman once said, 'I ain't afraid of no ghost'. Even though people looked at me like I was from another planet or possibly from another dimension or maybe from Valkenvania, I was fine with who I was and this transformation just seemed natural to me.
A few seconds later and I was now completely transformed appearance-wise, I was a perfect twin of Dan Aykroyd in terms of my appearance. However there were a few things missing, but luckily those fixed themselves as my voice deepened and altered, becoming a bit more mature but also characteristically a bit monotone but not robotic or emotionless. Instinctively I started speaking using that voice, going over the details of my computer in a way which definitely indicated that I was a master of techno-babble, technically I would even call it...Aykroydian, yes...that's the right word. My mind and personality altered as I gained a Canadian accent of sorts, to me this was all very natural and copacetic. His personality quirks were already influencing me and I definitely must admit that I was already Aykroydian to begin with and you saw how I was describing everything back there, like that is something Dan totally would do.
While my head did feel a little bit fuzzy and like it was being remolded by invisible hands, that feeling was temporary and it didn't hurt as it felt natural, I felt like I had always been born like this. Had I always been born as Dan Aykroyd or was this just a result of my conditioning over the years? I felt like I was a Nathan Forester up until this point, but now I wasn't so sure. I felt like I was an Aykroyd...always an Aykroyd, yes, that's right...I am Dan Aykroyd. A few minutes later my mind and personality completed rearranged and became his and I was now completely Aykroyd. 'Yep, i've always been like this.' I thought to myself as I looked around the place.
Being Dan Aykroyd sounded just about right to me, I was a lovable adorkable goof with a passion for paranormal entities and music, I was a big ol singing dork yes..but the best kind of singing dork. And boy do I have the moves, yep..i've still got them. I wasn't just live on Saturday nights though, I was live everynight...because a man like me loves the land of the living equally as much as the land of the deceased. They call me many names, but I prefer to be called Danny. Nice to meet you all by the way. 'Alright...let's get the party started.' 'Now we're talking.'
"So what shall we do?"
"I know just what to do..."
I called up John Goodman and Jim Belushi, my two close buds and also since they were fellow Blues Brothers it made sense for me to call them over. And we had a musical jam session together, the place we were performing in may have been small but we were able to make the most of it and entertain the guests, and thus with that we put on one heck of a show, singing, dancing and showing everyone that the true classics never go away. Which is true, music genres change with every passing generation, but the classics, the classics are eternal and even in the afterlife they will still be around to keep us all entertained for decades to come. Sometimes the results you get will take you by surprise, a quiz told me I was likely a 'Were-Belushi' type but here I am...a 'Were-Aykroyd' type instead, I guess it took a long while for that to happen, but now my mind is as clear as crystal...crystal heads that is.
As for me, well I had finally got in touch with my inner Aykroyd and it feels great to be honest. Of course it wouldn't hurt to have another one to help around when things get hectic. I'm always open, don't be afraid to sign up if interested...if you're interested in being Aykroydian like me, give me a call.
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