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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...

A Dream Come True

They’d never been close, not the way little sisters and big brothers were supposed to be—the way their parents described them to relatives, the way strangers always assumed. The three-year gap between them might as well have been a decade, and the difference only widened after both of them hit puberty, though in diametrically opposite ways. Eli, the elder, grew puffy in the face and shoulders. Lily, meanwhile, was all angles and light. She radiated: her hair, her laugh. She was the kind of girl mothers in the neighborhood would coo over—oh, she’s going to break hearts—while their sons squirmed and blushed. And Eli, in the background, nursed a private, mortifying envy. Shamefully, he pictured himself in her place, at the vanity, coaxing his own hair into those effortless waves, coaxing those impossible legs smooth and bare. He’d always been a little obsessed with the idea—what if he’d been born the girl, and Lily the oafish older brother? Would he have gotten to be pretty, too? Wou...

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, “...

The Magic Pebble - Chapter 1

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...

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...

The Magic Pebble - Chapter 2

All I Want For Christmas

The snow fell in heavy, silent flakes against the windows of the old family estate, a picturesque scene that usually filled Mark with a sense of peace. But this year, sitting in the armchair by the fire, he felt only a hollow ache. Across the room, his sister, Emily, was the picture of suburban perfection. She was radiant in a cream-colored cashmere sweater, her laughter ringing out as she played with her two toddlers. Her husband, David—tall, broad-shouldered, and looking at her with an intensity that made Mark’s chest tighten—leaned against the mantle. Mark envied it all: the house, the love, the sheer belonging. That night, as Mark lay in his childhood bed, the air grew unnaturally cold. Three misty, indistinct figures coalesced at the foot of his bed: the Ghosts of Christmas Past. "You desired her life," they whispered, their voices echoing inside his skull. "Now, her life will become yours. You will know what she knows. You will feel what she feels." The transf...

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...

New Beginnings

The photograph on my desk was a relic from the summer of '99, its edges yellowed and curled. In it, Clara and I sat on the edge of a splintering wooden dock at Lake Winnipesaukee. I was fifteen, a lanky collection of sharp elbows; she was thirteen, her face a mask of pure, unbridled joy. It was the last summer before the distance set in—before the city, the careers, and the cold silence that now defined us. I leaned back in my leather chair, the air conditioning a sterile hum. My knees throbbed with a dull ache, a reminder of forty-three years of gravity. "I’d give anything to be back there," I whispered into the empty office. The world didn't just fade; it tore. The scent of expensive cologne was replaced by a sudden, suffocating rush of humid air, damp cedar, and the cloying sweetness of strawberry lip gloss. I woke with a gasp, my skin erupting in a feverish tingle. I wasn't on leather; I was on sun-warmed cotton sheets that felt impossibly coarse against my sk...

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