Wandering Eye

The visit to the pool seemed innocent enough. Jason was expecting a rather average day with his girlfriend. He wasn’t sure what warranted it, but she suddenly slapped him across the face.

“What was that for?” Realizing his voice seemed strange, a concerned Jason added, “What did you do to me?”

His girlfriend smiled, “Look down.”

Sure enough, Jason looked down to see he was clearly a woman with two breasts peaking out of a one-piece swimsuit.

“What the hell?” He asked.

“I saw your wandering eye. You wanted to stare at her more than me? now you can do so any time you want!”

“I wasn’t staring at anyone! I don’t know why you did this to me! Please just swap me back! I wasn’t looking at anyone; I swear!”

Taking the Case

Roger’s high intellect made him a great lawyer, but he certainly didn’t have the skills to be working in a nail salon. He was still trying to wrap his brain about how he swapped bodies with a manicurist. He had taken a pro bono case of a man claiming innocence in a murder. He explained to Roger that the real murderer had stolen his body, and he could prove it to Roger by telling him where the machine could be found. Roger trekked to a seedy part of town, and sure enough there was a large machine in the basement. But how would he know if this thing could switch bodies? As he began to examine it, the damned thing somehow went off, and he found himself in the body of one of the neighbors, a young woman who worked in a nail salon. Until he could figure out how to explain this whole body swapping thing and present the evidence to the court, he decided to pretend to be who he appeared to be. Of course, that meant doing a job that he had no idea how to do...

Used Body Salesman

On some days Paul wished body swappers were never invented. He was probably one of the best used body salesmen in the country, but he also really hated his job sometimes. Today was one of those days. He saw a few guys lurking around the showroom who seemed to not know what they wanted. Of course, Paul knew a sure fire strategy of how to convince them.

He went into the back and swapped himself into one of the bodies the store had for sale. Then he walked out onto the showroom floor to do a seductive dance. He had learned how to be very feminine for these types of occasions. The guys were drooling. Paul knew the exact type of body these creepy guys wanted; they were just too shy to admit it without some prodding. He announced into the microphone that the guys could bid on this body and sure enough they did.

Paul knew that sort of performance netted him three times as much as more traditional sales, but he always hated doing them. He hated being in a woman’s body -- even if for only a short time -- and he hated acting all sexy. But it sure was able to move his inventory of used bodies!

The Spot (Part 3)

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Over the next few hours, more information filed John’s brain. His body lived nearby, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she had somehow known what would happen up there, as if it was a way out of this place. He thought about going back up to the spot, but when he tried he seemed unable to do so. He wondered if he could try again at some point. He might try every week. In the meantime, he was going to have to adapt to this body and to this life. The memories that continued to fill his head ensured he was going to live this life, but still none of them made him comfortable in this new skin...

The Spot (Part 2)

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As John neared where his car was parked, another group of people started making their way down the path toward the hill. He wanted to shout out and warn them not to go, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. At the same time, a few important memories popped into his head. He knew he shouldn’t go back to his own car, but instead to the car that belonged to this woman. He was getting just enough in his mind to live her life, but certainly not enough to be comfortable. In fact, he felt quite awkward in her body. His hips seemed to sway without any effort; even walking felt weird. All the clothes on his body felt too tight. And then there was his butt. He felt like he was going to bump into someone with it. It felt so big and bubbly! He wasn’t sure if he was ever going to get used to any of this!