Wrong Turn Back


“This is fucked up!” Sarah in her brother, George’s body, whined, “How is this even possible?”

“You heard Mom and Dad. They're getting in touch with the swapping company. I think it’s pretty rare that people would get swapped back into the wrong bodies after a swap-cation.”

“How long before that company fixes this? What if they can’t?”

“They’ll fix it. They have, like, a whole department for post-vacation glitches. Mom forwarded me some email,” George said. “It’ll probably be, like, a few days at most.”

“Ugh, I hate this…”

George looked down at his sister’s generous cleavage and blushed, “Well, it’s not too bad…”

Sarah glared, “I am sitting right here, you perv.”

“What?” George shrugged, trying for nonchalance, “It’s my body now”

He grabbed fistfuls of Sarah’s breasts and moaned in exaggerated pleasure, eyes wide and cartoonish.

“Holy shit, these are heavy,” He patted them indecorously, and Sarah—inhabiting George’s skinny frame—lunged across the kitchen table to smack his arm.

“Oh my God, ‘George’!” George pitched up his voice to match Sarah’s usual inflection, “You shouldn’t slap your sister like that.”

Sarah glared back at him.

“Anywho…” George waved his hand, “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“No, you’re not!”

“Uh, yes, I am. I can do whatever I want!”

“George! Seriously!” Sarah started to run after him, but George picked up speed towards the bathroom.

He locked the door and, through Sarah’s vocal cords, called out in an obnoxious falsetto, “Privacy, please!” 

Sarah pounded her—his—scrawny fists against the bathroom door, “Don’t you dare! That’s my body, George!”

“It’s my body now! Might as well get used to it!” came the muffled reply, followed by the shh-CLICK of the shower turning on.

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