Couldn't (Part 2)

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When Jason awoke the next morning, he expected the woman he had met the night before to greet him with a smile on a pillow beside him. Instead, an older woman shouted at him, “Niti! It’s time to get up!”

Jason had so many questions. Who was this woman? Why was she calling him Niti? The woman grabbed his arm and demanded again, “Niti, we need to get you ready for your wedding!”

That’s when Jason noticed his arm. It was slender, more feminine, and the skin was darker. It didn’t take him wrong to recognize it though -- it belonged to the woman from the club last night, the woman who had brought him back to her place.

From this angle, it was even more apparent why he agreed to go home with her last night, even if sleeping with a soon-to-be-maried woman seemed like a bad idea. In her green silk robe, her curves and beauty were even more clear than they were the night before. The only downside right now seemed to be those curves belonged to him and a pushed older lady -- presumably this woman’s mother -- was now pushing him to get ready for a wedding...one that he would now be attending as the bride!

Couldn't

It wasn’t often that Jason went out, but his friends had pushed him into going out to the club one evening. He was shocked that within minutes, a woman approached him. She whispered in his ear to tell him she was getting married tomorrow, but she wanted just one last fling. Jason had no idea why she selected him, but when he looked straight into her gorgeous eyes, he knew he couldn’t say no. After a quick drink, she lead him out of the club and back to her place.

He was stumbling on the walk back. He couldn’t quite understand why. After all, he just had the one drink. In fact, before any sort of intimacy could occur, he ended up passing out on the bed instead.

Unfortunately for Jason, this was all part of her plan, and the next morning he’d be in for the shock of his life.

Seems Like a Nice Break

“Oh my God! Is that my body? How did we? How did we switch bodies?” Stephanie exclaimed.

“I’m not sure how this happened either,” Jerome explained, “But if I have to be a woman, at least I’m a white woman. I mean, I hate to break this to you, but my life isn’t easy. Cops will pull you over even if you aren’t doing anything wrong. You’ll see people look at you suspiciously...”

“Hey, wait a second. Do you really think being a woman is going to be easy? Guys you don’t know will grab you in places that I promise you won’t like. And don’t get me started about the way people will be looking at you...”

“Still seems like a nice break from what I deal with.”

“I guess we’ll see...”

No Glove, No Love (Part 2)

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“So what do we do now?” William asked while he put a hand on his hip, “Do we just kiss again and swap back?”

“I’m afraid it’s not that easy,” Fiona sighed, “My power needs some time to reset. That usually takes a couple days to happen.”

“A couple days? I’m going to be stuck as you for a couple days?”

“I’m afraid so. We’ll just pretend to be each other, okay? It shouldn’t be so bad. I’m glad you know. I’m just sorry you had to find out in this way.”

“I guess I’ll deal,” William finally said after a bit of a pause, “This is so weird though...”

No Glove, No Love

William had been dating Fiona for six months, and finally he built up the bravery to give her a kiss. At the end of one of their dates, he finally decided to take initiative and planted one on her. The next thing he knew, he was tugging on a skirt; he was wearing Fiona’s skirt; he had Fiona’s body! He looked at his own body blankly.

He finally spoke, “What happened?”

Fiona sighed, “There’s a reason I haven’t kissed you, William. There’s a reason I haven’t even touched you or let you touch me. There’s a reason I wear gloves all the time. It’s not that I don’t like you; I like you a lot. It’s just that I have -- well, I don’t know if it’s a power or a curse -- but when I touch someone else, I swap bodies with them.”