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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...

Birthday Wishes

A Year In - Part 1

The master bedroom smelled like Midnight Jasmine. Leo sprayed it on every morning now, a fine mist that settled over the vanity like a shroud. A year ago, the scent had been the marker of a nightmare, the olfactory record of the unexplainable flash in the kitchen that had swapped his life for his mother’s. For months, it was a reminder of everything he’d lost. But now, the dread of his missing youth—the skipped dances, the driver’s license he’d never earn, the rotting potential of "Leo"—had become a useful tool. It was the excuse he gave himself to stop fighting. If he couldn't have his own life back, he might as well enjoy the absolute perfection of the one he had stolen. The jasmine wasn't a mask anymore; it was the atmosphere of a heist he was winning every single day. When the fragrance hit his lungs, it quieted the small, nagging part of his brain that still felt like a kid. He didn’t wake up as Leo because being Leo was a dead end. He woke up as the person who m...

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 2

The Magic Pebble - Part 4

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...

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...

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...

TV Mom

The living room was a sanctuary of soft shadows and the blue flickering light of the television. David sat on the edge of the sofa, his six-year-old son, Toby, already half-asleep against his shoulder. On the screen, the show The Dream Wing was reaching its nightly climax. The lead actress, Simone Vane, was portraying "Claire," the perfect, gentle mother. David watched her with a quiet, guilty intensity. He’d never admit it to his wife, but he found Simone Vane incredibly attractive. There was a warmth to her on-screen presence that he found himself looking forward to every evening. He felt a twinge of embarrassment just thinking it—crushing on a TV mom while his own kid napped beside him. "I wish life was that simple," David murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion. Then, the air changed. A low-frequency hum vibrated through his teeth, and the smell of ozone filled the room. The TV screen didn't just show the kitchen anymore; it seemed to be the kitchen. With ...

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