Wrong Body, Right Touch

 

Mike was very clear with his Aunt Mel: yes, he would pretend to be her to the best of his ability, but under no circumstances would he ever do anything with her boyfriend Vincent. That was a complete no-go. Even if this little body swap turned out to be permanent, he wasn’t into men.

Four weeks later, he cracked. To his own shock, Mike — wearing Mel’s body — slept with Vincent. What unsettled him the most was he was a guy so why he hated that it felt… nice. Worse still, it felt right.

Now, he found himself dressing up for Vincent, surprising him when he came home from work. For all intents and purposes, Mike was Vincent’s girlfriend.

Meanwhile, Aunt Mel was struggling with similar temptations in Mike’s body. Let’s just say Mike’s girlfriend was now enjoying the best sex of their relationship.

Mike felt torn in two. On some days he wanted nothing more than to find a way back into his own body. But on others… he wasn’t sure he wanted to go back at all.

What Are They Going To Do (Part 2 And 3 Story Only)

Part 1

A week later, Marcus sat slouched on the couch of his “new home,” staring blankly at the TV. At first, being in a different body had felt like winning the lottery—new muscles, new looks, a whole new identity. But the thrill had worn off fast.

The novelty of his reflection in the mirror no longer made him smile. The clothes didn’t feel like his, the voice didn’t sound right, and worst of all—he missed being himself.

Shaun called later that night, his voice equally flat.

“Man… this sucks. I thought I’d be living it up, but I just feel… fake. Like I’m wearing someone else’s skin.”

Marcus sighed. “Tell me about it. We dropped five grand on this, and now I just want my old body back.”

There was a long silence on the line. Finally, Shaun muttered, “We can’t swap again until the month’s up. Guess we’re stuck.”

Marcus rubbed his face, frustration bubbling up. He remembered the excitement when they first left the pods, how amazing it had all seemed. But now, every day felt heavier, hollower.

“Best five thousand we ever spent,” Marcus said bitterly, “and the worst at the same time.”

The two friends laughed weakly, though neither of them really found it funny.

Part 3 

The month crawled by, but finally, Marcus and Shaun were back at the swapping facility. Both of them could hardly contain their relief as they stepped into the pods once more.

When the hiss of the machines died down, Marcus opened his eyes and saw his hands again. Slim, pale, bitten nails—ugly, but familiar. He flexed his fingers and almost laughed with joy. Shaun was the same, grinning as he ran to the mirror.

“Never thought I’d be so happy to see this nerdy mug again,” Shaun said, touching his face.

Marcus clapped him on the shoulder. “Best feeling ever. We’re back!”

The two friends were about to head out when a bright holo-sign flickered across the wall near reception:

HALF-PRICE SWAP EVENT – LIMITED TIME ONLY!

They froze. Half price.

Shaun looked at Marcus. Marcus looked at Shaun. Neither of them said anything at first, both knowing exactly what the other was thinking.

“Five grand was steep…” Shaun finally muttered.

“…but twenty-five hundred?” Marcus finished, already feeling the itch of curiosity.

Moments later, they were back at the counter, handing over their cards with sheepish grins.

“Just one more try,” Marcus said.

“Yeah,” Shaun nodded. “This time it’ll be worth it.”

The pods hummed to life again.

The Spell of Revenge (NSFW)

 

When Adam was nineteen, his best friend’s big-chested sister Megan caught him staring and called him out in front of everyone. It was humiliating, and from that day on he swore he would get his revenge.

Over the years, his plan changed shape. Then he stumbled across a body-swap spell on the dark web. It required three ingredients. The thought of stealing Megan’s body — of making her beg him to swap them back — thrilled Adam. He would have complete control. And he would have her.

It took him nearly three years to gather everything he needed. The last piece was the hardest: a strand of Megan’s hair. Since he was banned from his friend’s house, Adam had to improvise. One afternoon, while visiting under the guise of catching up, he asked to use the bathroom. Instead, he slipped into Megan’s room and quietly pocketed the hair he needed.

At last, the spell was ready.

Adam prepared carefully, making sure that once Megan was inside his body, she wouldn’t be able to leave his house. All that was left was to begin the incantation.

Megan was sitting in her room at home when a sudden heat burned in her chest. It grew worse and worse until her soul burst from her body in a blinding flash. For a moment she went limp — and in that same instant, Adam’s soul surged into her body.

Megan awoke, confused and horrified, to find herself staring down at Adam’s body. She tried to move, but her right hand was handcuffed to a radiator. Across town, Adam laughed like a madman as he flexed Megan’s hands and ran them over her stolen form.

It had worked.

He removed Megan’s top and saw her breast he laughed again to himself he could look at them all the time he wanted now as he grabbed them in his hands this will teach anyone to humiliate him again. 

Megan pulled at the handcuffs but she was going to have to wait for Adam and he was in no hurry. 

Suitcase Surprise

 

“I found it first!” Demi snapped, tugging at the strange suitcase that had been dumped in their front garden by some mysterious man.

“No, it’s mine!” Mitch shot back, pulling harder. He knew he was stronger than Demi and figured he would win soon enough.

As they wrestled over the suitcase, the zip suddenly burst open. Something heavy tumbled out and hit the ground with a loud thud—a golden statue of a man.

They froze, staring at it. Its eyes began to glow.

Before they could react, a strange sensation washed over them—and suddenly, they were staring at each other… from the other’s body.

“Ahhh! I’m you… I’m a woman… cool!” Mitch exclaimed, instantly cupping Demi’s breasts with his new petite hands.

“I’m a man… I have a… oh my God!” Demi gasped, shoving a hand down her trousers and feeling Mitch’s manhood.

“Pretty big, isn’t it? Wait—that means… I have a…PUSSY!!!” Mitch trailed off, eyes widening.

The two of them stared at each other, bewildered, as the statue lay silently on the ground.

“Leave my boobs alone, Mitch! This is serious! What are we going to do?” Demi scolded.

Mitch shrugged, still distracted by his new curves. “I don’t know… maybe go to our rooms and, uh, just see what comes naturally?”

“Mitch! Stop thinking about my body for one second, please!”

Weeks turned into months. Demi and Mitch tried their best to live as each other — swapping wardrobes, faking their mannerisms, covering for each other’s jobs, friends, and family. They laughed sometimes, cried often. For Mitch, Demi’s body was now more of a pain than it was “cool”; when you have a woman’s body, you have to deal with everything that comes with it. Still, they both clung to the hope that one day the statue would glow again and put things right.

But the statue remained silent.

Neither of them thought to check the battered suitcase still sitting in the corner of Demi’s room. If either of them had bothered to open it, they would have found the instructions an old book — the true key to reversing the swap.

Instead, the book waited quietly in the dark, as Demi and Mitch stumbled through their borrowed lives, never realizing the answers had been within reach all along.

Keys To The Wrong Body (NSFW)

Sophie and Claire had flown in for a long-overdue holiday in the south of France. Sunburnt, dragging suitcases, they stood at the edge of a winding lane staring at their phones. The GPS had betrayed them.

“Airbnb says it’s here,” Sophie muttered, holding up her phone.

Claire looked around. “Unless our holiday home is a vineyard or a goat shed, we’re lost.”

They gave in and called the hosts, an older couple named Margaret and George who had promised “a personal touch.” Ten minutes later, a little car rattled down the lane. Out stepped Margaret and George — both in their sixties, sun-hatted and smiling, a little like grandparents rescuing wayward children.

“Ah! Our guests!” Margaret laughed, sweeping them into a hug. George helped load the bags, clapping them on the shoulders warmly.

Sophie and Claire tumbled out of the car alongside Margaret and George, laughter spilling into the night. The older couple had them in stitches the whole drive — sharp, witty, effortlessly funny.

When they reached the Airbnb, the girls gasped. The place was gorgeous, far nicer than they’d expected. Margaret disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a jug of what she proudly called her famous margaritas.

The next thing Sophie and Claire knew, they were waking up groggy, disoriented. Then came the screams.

Claire bolted upright, staring down at her reflection in the mirror. “I’m a man! Oh god, look at me!”

She spun to see Sophie, who was frozen in horror, holding up a pair of wrinkled, trembling hands.

They weren’t themselves anymore. Sophie was Margaret. Claire was George. 

Later that afternoon, the sun blazed over the pool. Two young figures reclined on deck chairs, sipping cold drinks and laughing softly.

Margaret stretched in Claire’s youthful body, sunglasses perched on her nose. Beside her, George ran his fingers along his newly stolen skin—Sophie’s skin—admiring the glow.

“Not bad for sixty-eight,” he said with a grin, flexing Sophie’s tanned arm.

Margaret chuckled, clinking her glass against his. “Told you this holiday would be unforgettable.”

Lifting her sunglasses Margaret asked if George was curious about his new body, he was very much and it did not take long for them to be exploring these bodies on an entire different level. 

Second Honeymoon (Request)

 

Sophie (25) was surprised but pleased when her grandmother Monica (83) invited her and her new boyfriend Matt (26) to visit. Sophie knew Monica had been devastated since her life partner, Marcus, passed away only a month earlier. Sophie guessed her grandmother was feeling lonely, so she agreed to spend some time with her.

For the first couple of days, everything was lovely. They ate, drank, laughed, and went on long walks in the countryside. But on the third morning, something felt strange. Sophie woke up to find Matt missing. Following faint noises down the hall, she pushed open her grandmother’s door — and gasped.

Matt was kissing Monica.

Monica turned toward the doorway, meeting Sophie’s shocked gaze. Her expression shifted, and she spoke in a low, almost ceremonial tone:

“It’s time, Marcus.”

Sophie fainted.

When she came to, her body felt heavy, weak, and wracked with aches. She lifted trembling, wrinkled hands to her face — and froze. The mirror across the room showed the truth: she was in her grandmother’s body.

Laughter drifted from the next room. Struggling to her feet, Sophie shuffled forward until she reached the door. There, she saw her own young body — now occupied by Monica — passionately kissing Matt.

“Matt, that’s not me… what’s happening?” she cried in a frail, croaking voice.

“Matt,” sneered Matts body pulling back from the kiss. “God, how I hate that name. Please, call me Marcus.”

The truth hit Sophie like ice. Marcus had shown Monica how to steal youth. He had taken Matt’s body months ago, deliberately seducing Sophie to set up the exchange. Now Monica had taken Sophie’s body, and together, the reunited lovers were free.

Sophie collapsed in despair, trapped in her grandmother’s fragile frame.

Meanwhile, the new Monica and Marcus boarded a private jet, smiling as they prepared to live their stolen youth all over again.