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Balancing Act - Part 14

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Balancing Act - Part 13

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Balancing Act - Part 12

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Balancing Act - Part 11

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For Your Own Good - Part 2

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For Your Own Good - Part 1

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No One's Watching - Part 5

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No One's Watching - Part 3

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No One's Watching - Part 2

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No One's Watching - Part 1

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Balancing Act - Part 11

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Come to Mommy

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Balancing Act - Part 10

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The Perfect Fit - Part 1

“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...

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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...

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“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, “...

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"Do you think I care how old you were before the shift? I will make you forget you were ever a 14-year-old boy. Welcome to the adult world, kid." He had said it just like that, his eyes glinting with predatory confidence, not perversely but with the composed arrogance of someone who expected reality to yield to his will. The body that was now "hers"—though the word still chafed—was pressed against the kitchen counter, the grain of the laminate biting hard into her palms as he leaned in from behind. One hand curled possessively around her hip, fingers digging crescents, while the other traced her jaw, pushing back the fluttering hair at her neck. His scent—coffee, sweat, and some kind of aftershave that reminded her of expensive hotel lobbies—flooded her nose, and with it a heat that shocked its way down her belly. He was hard, and he made no attempt to hide it. The press of him against her—through jeans, then her thin yoga pants—was as insistent as the press of his ...

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...

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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...

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