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“Gemma!” he exclaimed, turning to his sister who stood behind him. “I’m you and you’re me! Something must’ve gone wrong when we traveled to the past to relive that family vacation.” Gemma, now in Ryan’s body, looked just as stunned. She reached up to touch her own face, her fingers tracing her features as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. “I’m wearing your favorite dress… When you were 15…” he said, his voice trembling with disbelief. “Ryan, this is insane! How are we supposed to fix this?” “The Time Machine was set to two weeks. Now we’re stuck in each other's bodies…” “Which means we have to act like each other,” Ryan's heart raced as he glanced down at the colorful sundress that swirled around his—no, Gemma's—legs. “We have to get through these two weeks without anyone noticing,” he replied, his voice sounding higher and softer than usual. Gemma bit her lip, her eyes darting around the room, “Right. Just a normal vacation with Mom and Dad, right? Easy peas...

Couple Swap - Part 1

“I can’t believe that our kids didn’t notice our body swap!” “I know! I thought maybe Josh and Elina would be onto us, but they didn’t suspect a thing.” “What can I say? I guess we do know each other pretty well!” “I guess we do,” I bit my lip, “So what now, now that the kids have gone to bed?” “Well, Melinda,” my wife addressed me by her own name, “What do we normally do when the kids have gone to bed?” She took a step towards me, resting her hand on my waist and drawing me closer, “Gosh, I am so lucky to have such a …beautiful wife…” “Oh?” I couldn't help but giggle, “That’s nothing compared to how handsome you are, Dave.” “I was thinking... Why don’t we swap back tomorrow instead?” Melinda tucked her long hair behind my ears, “Just one night to see what it’s like to be each other completely…” I let out a small gasp, as I felt her hand reach one of my breasts. “You okay?” Melinda asked with concern when she noticed my reaction. “Yeah...just a weird feeling,” I replied honestly, “...

No One's Watching - Part 5

Later that night, after putting their younger selves to bed, they crept into the home office, a space that had always been off-limits as children. Abby flipped on the desk lamp, casting long shadows across the room. "It feels weird being in here," James whispered, running his fingers along the bookshelf, "Even though I'm literally Mom." Abby nodded, settling into the leather desk chair with unexpected comfort, "I know what you mean. But technically, this is my office now." She pulled open the top drawer, rifling through folders and papers. James moved to the filing cabinet in the corner, the metal creaking as he slid open the drawer. "What exactly are we looking for?" he asked, flipping through tabs labeled with mundane categories like "Taxes" and "Insurance." "I don't know," Abby admitted, "Love letters? Evidence of affairs? Legal documents?" James leaned over to open a drawer. “Nice ass,” Abby s...

A Silver Lining - Part 1

“Ugh, Mom! Why do I have to switch bodies with Amy?” I whined as I looked down at my little sister’s body, “I don’t want to be a girl.” My mother sighed, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes. "It's only temporary, Jimmy," she reassured me, her voice gentle but firm, "We need to understand each other's perspectives better, and this is the best way to do it. Who knows? You might even enjoy it.” I shifted uncomfortably in the back seat of the car, trying not to accidentally brush against my sister’s, er, girly parts. I didn’t want to be Amy for the whole vacation, but we’d been fighting so much lately that Mom decided to take drastic action and swap our bodies. As we arrived at the beach house for our vacation, I tentatively stepped out of the car, still adjusting to the unfamiliar weight of Amy's body. The warm sand beneath my feet felt strange, the sensation different from what I was used to. I glanced down at the revealing gray top and short shorts my...

For Your Own Good - Part 1

"I swapped our bodies for our own good!" Jason defiantly asserted through tears –he’d swapped bodies with his step-mom, Christina, "You two are always fighting around the house, and I've had enough! I'm sick of being treated like a little kid, and sick of you two acting like I'm not even here when you have your stupid arguments. So now I'm Christina, and you're going to have to listen for once." Dad just blinked. "Jason," he said, "What the fuck?" "That’s Christina to you," Jason-as-Christina said, and felt something lurch inside, "I'm not switching back until I believe you’ll stop fighting." Jason watched his new fingers—Christina's delicate, painted hands—curl into fists around the chair back. He expected Dad would start yelling. Instead, he kept blinking, his mouth moving but not forming words, like someone had hit the mute button. Now, standing in heels on the kitchen linoleum, every muscle tig...

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...

For Your Own Good - Part 2

Upstairs, the second-floor landing was warped and dimpled underfoot, with familiar dips that Jason’s own body had learned to navigate years before. Now, Christina’s borrowed hips threatened to throw him off-balance. He clutched the banister and tried not to think about the fact that he could see the edge of his own bra poking through her shirt. At the top of the stairs, he hesitated in the hallway, scanning the closed doors: bedroom, office, closet, bathroom. Bathroom. He needed the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar—Jason’s door, really, except now it felt like he was trespassing in Christina’s body into a space never meant for her. The thought was complicated and confusing, so he ignored it and slipped inside. The bathroom was steamy from Dad’s earlier shower, the mirror a wolf-grey blur of condensation. Jason flicked on the fan and watched it stir sluggishly in the ceiling. Water pooled around the sink, toothpaste crusted at the corners—more his own handiwork than anyone else’s. H...

No One's Watching - Part 1

“I’m gonna be sick,” James grumbled, “This is all your fault, Abby.” “My fault?” Abby flailed, “As if I would actually want to be Dad? It was just a joke. Since when are magic amulets a real thing?” James sat silently in the garden of their childhood home. That “joke” had landed him and his sister into the bodies of their parents, back when he and his sister were preteens. “How long is this supposed to last?” “Two months. Apparently.” “Oh my God,” James gaped, “I have to pretend to be Mom for two whole months.” He turned his gaze precariously to his mother’s cleavage, an unsettling panorama. It loomed large and disconcerting, something he never wanted to think about, let alone inhabit. In fact, it was more than unsettling—it was downright mortifying. Crossing his arms across his chest to avoid the view, he felt the pressure of his new female anatomy. As if the entire situation wasn't bad enough, now he felt the constriction of his mom’s bra, a tight and constant presence he could...

Witching Hour

I meandered around the Halloween party, sipping on my beer. Dressed as a half-hearted vampire—my cape slightly tattered and my fangs more plastic than fearsome—I scanned the crowd. I spotted a group of girls in a bedroom, including my crush, Katie. It looked like they were playing spin the bottle. With a deep breath, I shuffled forward, trying to be nonchalant, “Hey girls, can I join?” The girls whispered amongst themselves before Katie looked up, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Sure, Jimmy! We could use some more players," she said, her voice lilting, as if inviting me into a secret world. The others giggled, their eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and excitement. I settled onto the floor, trying to act cool. “Have you ever heard of morph bottle?” “Huh?” “That’s what we’re playing. The one who spins the bottle has to literally switch their body with the person they land on. Then they have to do a dare.” “What? How?” Another girl held up a strange looking necklace...

One of the Girls

30-year-old Lewis had never been able to puzzle out what really happened that impossibly strange afternoon, the day he stopped being Lewis and started, with a sort of reluctant terror, to exist as Sarah. He did know the date, and he remembered the exact arrangement of the clouds in the sky, a high thin mackerel pattern above the drab roofs of the apartment blocks. He had left the fluorescent gauntlet of the convenience store with a single bag of groceries—milk, eggs, some kind of off-brand cereal he’d never liked but bought out of habit—and was halfway up Jefferson, passing the high school and its constant froth of teenagers, when the world tilted on its axis. He was walking, minding his own business, when he found himself moving through a phalanx of girls in short pleated skirts and demure blouses, their voices rising and falling in a mocking harmony. The sidewalk seemed to narrow, or maybe it just felt that way, with all those bodies pressed together, the acrid perfume of their...

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