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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...

Two's Company

Kyle and Jordan had been close since they were 6. Now 12-years-old, their parents –neighbors on a dead-end suburban lane– trusted the boys with entire afternoons and evenings unsupervised, and the two boys had mapped every bush, fence, and crawlspace within three blocks by the end of July. It was during one of their bored, meandering explorations that they stumbled across the pendant. They'd been poking around in the attic above Jordan's garage, when they found an odd, heavy amulet tangled in a shoelace. The pendant itself was unremarkable—cheap brass, glassy red stone—but when Kyle looped it around his neck, a jolt of static ran through the both of them. Then they suddenly swapped bodies. At first, they panicked: Jordan, as Kyle, screamed and flailed; Kyle, in Jordan, gawked at his own face. But after the first terror wore off, the boys realized they could swap back by touching the pendant together and thinking hard about their own names. It became a secret hobby—a new game. T...

Possessive Memories - Part 2

I hadn’t touched the pendant since. But, for whatever reason, as I watched Ana share gossip between bites, I started to wonder what it would be like to possess her again now. I caught myself staring a little too long and tore my eyes away from her, pretending to check my phone. I wasn't eleven years old anymore. I was a grown man. Ana was mid-sentence, recounting some minor drama involving her husband, Lucas, and their six-year-old twins. I wasn't really listening—I was watching her hands, the way she gestured with long, lacquered fingers. I pictured what it would be like to slip inside her again, to inhabit that body transformed by years and experience. I felt my throat dry as I watched Ana laugh, sensing that old, electric pull inside me. I needed a break to collect myself. I jerked my hand up in a gesture that interrupted her story—"Excuse me for a sec," I said, and hurried off toward the men's room with a clumsy urgency. I locked the door behind me and splashe...

Elastigirl

The house was always quietest after three a.m., when the night pressed in on the windows, and the last shreds of the family's daydreams collapsed into uneasy shadows in the hallway. In that hour, the boy padded barefoot down the corridor, guided only by the strange certainty that tonight his sister would not wake. She was a witch—a real one, not the Instagram kind—and that afternoon she had blown up the living room with giddy, manic glee, demonstrating at least six new spells, among which was the ability to stretch and contort her body "like that one superhero, the mom," she bragged, then spent an entire hour poking her fingers through the air vent and snaking them, impossibly, past the dust bunnies on the other side. She called it "hyperflex." He called it "gross." But he watched anyway, as she twisted and looped her arms into impossible pretzels, wound her torso around the bannister like a silk scarf, and tried, with a sort of fevered physical logic,...

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...

Sibling Saga

Timmy had spent most of his life feeling like the yellow crayon nobody ever picked from the box. Claire used to play Go Fish with him and help him with his math homework. Now she just stomped around with her phone glued to her face, calling him "twerp" whenever Mom wasn't listening. It wasn't fair. That's how he found himself one Thursday afternoon hunched over his old Chromebook, the one with the sticky 'J' key, looking for cool pranks. He clicked through boring water-bucket-over-the-door stuff until a pop-up ad with sparkly letters caught his eye: "MAGIC SPELLS THAT REALLY WORK!" He giggled at first—magic wasn't real, duh—but by the time he reached page seventeen, his eyes got big and round. Body swapping! Like in that movie where the mom and daughter switched places and learned important lessons! The spell was right there for free, surrounded by blinking red text he skipped over. Timmy copied it carefully, letter by letter, into a secret d...

Office Retreat - Part 1

“Oh, come on, Jessica,” I said, tightening the robe around my waist, “You lost the challenge fair and square yesterday.” “We never agreed, Jake. Swapping ends today,” she replied, voice smooth and commanding. I flipped a stray lock of her blonde hair over my shoulder, feeling my pulse spike, “Bob stashed the swap device in his room last night.” Bob—our officious middle manager who’d organized this ridiculous body-swap game during the three-day company retreat. “Everyone thinks we’re back to normal. It was just an icebreaker. Can we please switch back?” The sharp tilt of her jaw made her look impossibly sexy. I forced myself to shrug, “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if nobody noticed?” Her frown deepened, “We were supposed to hit the lake this morning. Are you seriously going to wear my bikini?” Embarrassment heated my cheeks, “Well, you can be shirtless on the dock now that you’re a guy. Consider this… an experiment.” “You’re crazy,” She hesitated, lips twitching into a reluctant grin, ...

Mrs. Jones

I spent my entire childhood in that weird, mean little town finding trouble, because the alternative was to drown in its boredom. There were three of us—Josh, Mark, me—always together, always orbiting the same old satellite of vandalism and minor theft, our imaginations as shriveled as the lawns in August, but our appetites endless. Naturally, it was Josh who suggested breaking into the Jones’ place. Their house was a legend: white brick, pillared porch, two-car garage, and a backyard pool that shimmered in the dark. Mr. Jones was the principal, which made it irresistible. We’d heard the family would be out late, at a fundraiser. Mark left a note for his mom that he’d be at my place working on a “project.” I told mine I was at Josh’s. Josh told his mother nothing—she never noticed. At dusk, we coasted our bikes up the back alley and climbed the wooden fence, landing in the flowerbeds. Getting in wasn’t trivial. We had to climb the big oak tree and leap onto the second floor balcony. Th...

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