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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, “...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Inside of Me

At twenty-seven, I had hit rock bottom. My job, or rather, my daily grind, was peddling water, my only solace the occasional glimpse of a female customer's cleavage as she reached to grab a water bottle from my cart. I had no girlfriend, no prospects, and nothing to look forward to. That was until I bought that device on the black market. With my new device, I could scroll through any photo on the internet and transport myself into the person's body, in the exact moment the photo was taken. I scrolled nervously through my list of Facebook friends. Mostly everybody had abandoned the platform, but I knew it was chalk-full of images from years ago. I bit my bottom lip, as I came across some of my high school classmates. I hesitated, hovering over a picture of Sadie, the girl who once sat two rows ahead of me in math class. I remember having a bit of a crush on her. But she was never interested in boys like me. I tapped into her profile and browsed through the tagged photos. She lo...

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...

Freakin Friday

I woke up with a jolt, my face tangled in what felt like a hundred strands of silk. My first thought was a dull, persistent ache in my chest, a strange, unexpected weight I'd never felt before. I tried to sit up, but my body moved with a terrifying, almost fluid grace, my center of gravity completely off. Panic started to rise as my hands, slender and shockingly smooth, pushed the curtain of hair away from my eyes. I looked down and saw myself in a pink, floral-patterned set of pajamas that were so foreign they might as well have been from another planet. The pajamas, a size I couldn't even guess, were clinging to me in ways that made me feel impossibly delicate. The bedroom was an explosion of color, posters, and clothes that were definitely not mine. "Maya!" I yelled, but the voice that came out was a high-pitched, wavering squeak. It was then that I saw my reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall. A young girl, my daughter, Maya, stared back at me, her face...

Milking It

I couldn’t believe it. My mom’s friend, Sarah, had left me in a copy of her body. I was just a 15-year-old boy. I was supposed to be housesitting for her, while she was away on a trip with her husband and newborn. It was both Sarah and Mom’s idea to turn me into her clone. It would be easier, so I didn’t have to pack my own clothes. Perhaps even educational. Now I was alone in their apartment. For the week. The house was quiet except for the gentle hum of the fridge and, beneath it, the double-throb of my own—her own—heartbeat, pulsing in a sternum two inches higher than I remembered. My hands, small and narrow, shook as I raised them to touch my face. The cheekbones were sharp, foreign. The lips plump and glistening, even though I hadn’t put on chapstick. The brown roots of her hair were just beginning to show, a half-inch of rebellion against the honey-blonde. I ran my tongue over Sarah’s teeth, as if I could find a seam, a break in the magic. Nothing. I was her, right down to the ta...

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