Daily Exercise (Part 2)

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As a few weeks passed, Colin was beginning to think he was never going to switch back to his own body and he was going to be stuck like this for the rest of his life, which was a daunting thought as he hadn’t adjusted at all. The weight still felt strange on his chest, and they often got in the way.

He had to switch wardrobes with the woman since her proportions meant everything she wore was custom-made. He basically had to adopt her fashion sense, though that generally meant putting on her workout clothes and never leaving the house.

He brought up the subject of reduction surgery with her, and she got furious. Through the screams, he could tell she was more hopeful about swapping back than he was. But he was resigned to being stuck.

Help!

Jeremy was always the last in gym class to leave the locker room. He always waited to change because the other guys would make fun of his scrawny body. It was the one class he wished he had with his best friend, Ed. He was just glad graduation was literally weeks away.

As he finished changing alone in the locker room, he was shocked to see one of his teacher, Mrs. Lee standing there. She was easily the most attractive teacher in school.

“M-M-Mrs. Lee,” Jeremy stuttered, “W-what are you doing in the men’s locker room?”

“Because I’m not Mrs. Lee...I’m Ed! Eddie! Your best friend!” The woman standing before Jeremy said, “There was a weird accident in chemistry class. It happened to a few of us. We all decided not to tell anyone, but I guess I could use your help.”

“H-h-help?”

“Yeah, dude, you’re smarter than me. I think if you and I worked on this, we could figure out how to get me back to normal. I don’t want to be stuck like this.”

Jeremy looked Mrs. Lee’s body up and down, suddenly thinking about the possibilities of his best friend having a body like this and being a little dissapointed about getting him out of it, “No, I guess you don’t.”

A Night Out

“This is weird, right? Can we acknowledge how weird this is?” Rob asked his girlfriend, Chi.

“Look, no one knows about the accident that happened when you came to visit me at work. For all anyone at this bar knows, we’re sisters or twin sisters,” Chi stated, “So it’s not weird to any of them.”

“No, I mean, it’s weird for us. I’m your boyfriend and you’re encouraging me to hook up with a guy at a bar while I’m in your body.”

“You’re in a COPY of my body. And right now, my boyfriend doesn’t technically exist, so I’m single! And you’re single! And I love you, but you are terrible in bed.”

“What!?”

“Oh, just accept it, Honey, but a night as a copy of me with a guy and maybe you’ll actually learn a thing or two about what my body likes and what it doesn’t.”

Dirty Laundry (Part 1)

It was pretty understandable that Mike was fairly depressed with his situation. He was somehow swapped bodies with his girlfriend’s mom. And if that wasn’t bad enough, his girlfriend had swapped bodies with his dad! They had all agreed to pretend to be each other with the hope of swapping back to normal soon. That meant instead of attending class lectures or sneaking some beers in his college dorm room, he was watching soap operas and folding laundry. It was so boring! The last thing he wanted was to live the life of a housewife, yet here he was. He supposed he should at least be thankful his girlfriend’s dad was out of town on business for a few days. That was one aspect of this swap he didn’t want to be anywhere near!

Burbs

Kumar wasn’t sure why he was suddenly walking on an suburban street listening to two white woman prattle on, but he didn’t want to startle them, so he just smiled and nodded. Upon doing so, he felt a strane brushing on his neck. He quickly discovered he now had long blond hair, and the reason he wasn’t freaking these women out was because he was now also a white woman just like them.

A few minutes ago, he was a large dark-skinned man living in the city; yet now he was in the burbs in the body of a white woman. He still decided trying to blend in as much as possible was his best bet, which he guessed wouldn’t be too hard considering the body he now had. That is, until one of the women spoke to him directly.

“Shelley, do you ever worry Thom is cheating on you?” One of them asked.

“Who da hell is Thom? Y’all not callin’ me a homo,” Kumar said, not able to hide his inner city dialect. He saw their shocked reaction and quickly tried to correct himself by speaking like a valley girl, but it still felt a little forced, “I mean, uh, like kidding! Thom and I are like fine.”