My name is Frank. Ever since I accidentally invented a possession portal gun in college, I’ve been living the digital nomad life, traveling all around the world in different peoples’ bodies. I would normally possess other guys –especially ones with hot girlfriends– but this time was different.
I had discovered Cara by accident, but there was something about her. She was just your average basic bitch gym girl, aspiring influencer. Nothing like me, but maybe that’s what hooked me.
I had been lounging on the couch of my latest temporary host, a rather forgettable marketing intern named Josh, when my gaze fell upon Cara’s Instagram feed. There she was, mid-squat in a neon sports bra that showcased her toned physique, her bright smile practically glowing through the screen.
Something deep down urged me to take the leap. It was time for a change—a challenge. Could I truly embody this girly girl?
Before I could second-guess myself, I activated the portal gun, feeling that familiar jolt as I slipped into the digital ether. The world spun wildly around me, colors and sensations blurring together until they solidified into a clean, vibrant apartment filled with workout gear and glossy magazines. I blinked, adjusting to my new surroundings, and took a moment to admire my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
The girl staring back at me was stunning. Long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that held an infectious determination. I flexed a newly acquired bicep—strong yet feminine—and couldn’t help but grin at my own reflection.
“Whoa,” I muttered, the higher pitch of her voice catching me off guard.
I ran my fingers along her abs, feeling the unfamiliar strength beneath the skin—a body sculpted by dedication and countless hours in the gym.
I gasped as my hands found their way to her generously-sized breasts. Good lord, I had tits now. I couldn’t help but admire them, watching as they bounced slightly with each movement.
And her butt was nothing short of a masterpiece. I turned sideways to get a better view, appreciating the curves that hugged her high-waisted leggings perfectly.
This was definitely going to be interesting.
I grabbed her phone off the vanity, swiping through Cara’s messages and notifications. Brands wanting collaborations. Friends commenting on her latest post. A string of heart emojis from her boyfriend, Ryan.
My heart raced as I scrolled through Cara’s Instagram feed, taking note of her boyfriend Ryan’s frequent appearances. They were practically inseparable, their love evident in every photo and caption.
I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as I imagined what it would be like to be with him as Cara. The mere thought of being with another guy made my stomach churn. But, as Cara, I knew that sex was inevitable in any romantic relationship. Would it feel good, I wondered…
“Hey, I’d fuck me,” I smirked at my reflection in the mirror, admiring the image of Cara in all her glory.
As if on cue, my phone buzzed with a new message from Ryan. My heart rate increased as I opened it.
My breath hitched in my throat as the image loaded—Ryan, his chiseled physique on full display, a playful smirk on his lips. I felt a rush of adrenaline wash over me, a mixture of excitement and dread. What was I doing? The very thought of embodying Cara and now being thrust into this intimate moment with her boyfriend was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
I glanced at the mirror again, her feminine reflection staring back at me.
“Just act natural,” I whispered to myself, “What would Cara do?”
I took a deep breath and typed out a response, “Wow, lookin’ good! Can’t wait to see you later! 😏”
With a deep breath, I posed in front of the mirror. I didn’t know how to pose as a girl, but I put in my best effort. I tilted my head slightly, letting my hair cascade over one shoulder, and pouted my lips just enough to give off that playful allure. My heart raced as I pressed the camera button.
Snap.
Then I sent the photo off.
Ryan's response came almost instantly, the screen lighting up with an array of heart emojis and a message that made my stomach flip:
“Damn babe, you look amazing! Can’t wait to have you all to myself tonight 😉❤️”
Tonight? What was “tonight” going to entail?
But there was no turning back now. I chose this life for the next few months. I was going to see it through.
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