Saturday, August 19, 2017

Gotcha


Harold couldn’t remember the last time he saw a phone booth. It was such an out-of-place sight that he just had to go inside. The phone was off the hook and the dial tone seemed unreasonably loud. He picked it up and heard a voice on the other end. It only said one word, “Gotcha.”

The next thing Harold knew, he felt a sharp pain in his side. Then the pain overcame his entire body. He blacked out for a moment.

But another moment later, he opened his eyes again. He felt...different. As he stumbled out of the booth, the changes to his body became apparent. He was a woman now with blond hair and pouty lips. He wore tight shorts and gold boots as well as a top that revealed his bellybutton. As much as he knew this was wrong, he didn’t feel out of place. The booth may have transformed him, but it also made him feel like the changes were normal...

Friday, August 18, 2017

Trip (Part 4)

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Brent couldn’t help but feel really gross. It wasn’t just from the pool’s chlorine, but also the way Ellen had just looked at him. In one sense, it knew it was just his wife looking at him. But in another sense, it felt like it was a creepy old man staring at him. He didn’t want to have to spend the next two weeks with an old man cuddling him at night. He wished Ellen was in the body of a young guy with strong arms who could grab his...whoa! Brent realized he was fantasizing about guys and guys doing things to him. He not only had this body, but he must also have this body’s desires. And those desires were just starting to make him feel quite uncomfortable.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Trip (Part 3)

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Brent put on some high heels and wen down to the pool. He returned several hours later to find that Ellen was no longer resting in the bed. He soon heard a toilet flush and the bathroom door open. He felt weird as Ellen stared at him, so he grabbed a coat and tried to cover up, even though he was still wearing his swimsuit.

“What’s wrong?” Ellen asked.

“The way you’re looking at me; it makes me feel uncomfortable,” Brent replied.

“Can’t a wife look at her husband?”
Brent blushed, “It’s not like that. It can’t be like that.” He paused. “I need to shower before dinner.”

Then he rushed into the bathroom and locked the door.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Trip (Part 2)

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Brent couldn’t help but smile a little bit as he turned his head to hear his his yell. Ellen shuffled into the room with a scowl on your face.

“How are you enjoying your new experience?” He asked her jovially.

“Shut up,” Ellen replied with a hoarse voice that perfectly fit with the body of the 80 year old man she now was.

“Come on, you were the one who booked this trip. You were the one who insisted we come no matter how many times I asked to cancel. Now it looks like you’re just going to have to make the best of it.”

“I just want to rest. This body is old and tired. My joints hurt; my whole body hurts.”

“Okay, you rest for a bit. I’ll go hit up the pool, and I will come back and check on you. Then we’ll go have dinner or something together. It’ll be fun; I’m sure,” Brent smiled, trying to make the best of his wife’s awkward situation while not wanting to spoil his own opportunity.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Trip


When Ellen had first mentioned to her husband about where she booked their vacation and what when on there, he was a little apprehensive. Brent didn’t exactly the idea of spending two weeks in the body of a random stranger while someone else would be spending time in his body. Ellen kept telling him to relax, that things would be fine, and it would be opening him up to all kinds of new experiences. It didn’t get any better as the date of the trip approached. Brent kept begging Ellen to cancel, go somewhere else instead, or just stay home. She kept insisting. The flight was tense. Brent just kept thinking about how in a few hours, he’d be stuck in someone else’s body. His heart raced faster on landing. It wasn’t until a little after check-in that it finally happened; Brent was now in a different body. The immediate change was obvious, but once in his room, he rushed to the bathroom in order to get a closer look. He couldn’t believe a different face now looked back at him from the mirror. She was an Asian woman, probably in her early 20s. She seemed to be ready to hit the pool or beach right away, judging from the swimsuit under her dress. Brent didn’t see much reason to change her plans as he removed the dress. Now that he was just wearing a swimsuit, he returned to obsess in the mirror for just a bit longer. This was still so weird. That’s when he heard his wife call out from the other room...

Monday, August 14, 2017

Perfect Housewife


As soon as the door opened, Carl turned around like clockwork. “How was your day, Dear?” He asked robotically with a smile, “Dinner is on the table. I hope you enjoy it.”

Despite his outward appearance, on the inside he was screaming. He hated every minute of this. In order to teach him a lesson, his wife had used a magic spell to swap bodies with him. But it wasn’t just that. The spell had another element to it, it forced him to act like a stereotypical “perfect housewife.” Each day he had to clean, cook, grocery shop, and take care of the kids. When Allison came home in his body, he had to smile and be submissive. He only had a few moments each day when he could relax and be himself, and it was driving him nuts.

Allison, on the other hand, was having trouble telling if Carl had truly learned his lesson or if he was actually beginning to enjoy himself. After all, because of the spell, anytime she asked how he felt, he could only reply with things like “wonderful” and “just happy to be your loving wife.” She was ready to swap back, but she did want to make sure he would never underappreciate her role again...

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Framed


Peter sat down at a table and looked at the sad meal in front of him, then he looked around the rest of the cafeteria with several guards at each entrance. He couldn’t believe he was going to spend the next two years here in prison for a crime he certainly didn’t commit. Of course, he knew his story was pretty unbelievable. If he hadn’t happened to him, he probably wouldn’t have believe it either. This woman had just robbed a store and was being chased by the cops. She bumped into him and somehow ended up swapping bodies with him. The next thing he knew, he was in her body in cuffs being thrown into the back of a squad car. Peter kept trying to explain the body swapping. His lawyer had even tried arguing insanity because of it. No one believed Peter about the body swapping, and now he was in jail for the crime this woman committed. It didn’t seem in the least bit fair, but he had no way of proving the truth...