Maid To Watch (NSFW)

 

Claudia was a glamorous housewife in her late thirties. Married to a husband fourteen years her senior, she enjoyed a life of luxury — designer clothes, fine wine, and long, idle afternoons by the pool. Thanks to his wealth, they even had a maid.

Rosa, in her mid-fifties, had worked for Claudia for three long years. They had been three years of hell: insults, impossible demands, and endless belittling. Recently, Claudia’s cruelty had only grown worse. One late evening, after being kept far past her hours, Rosa finally snapped. They argued bitterly — Rosa about being treated like dirt, Claudia about Rosa not knowing “how hard it was” to be her.

Something strange lingered in the air after that fight. Both women went to bed feeling unwell, unsettled.

The next morning, Claudia awoke to a blaring alarm. 6:30 a.m. She hadn’t risen that early in years. She reached out to silence it — and screamed. The hand was wrinkled, the nails bitten down. Pain lanced through her back as she sat up. She stumbled to a mirror and froze.

She was Rosa.

Horrified, Claudia pulled on plain clothes that felt like rags and dragged herself across town to her house. Her husband’s car was gone. The place was silent. Then, through the patio doors, she saw a figure reclining by the pool. She hurried outside — as much as her aching body allowed — and gasped.

There she was. Her own beautiful body, lounging in a bikini, sipping wine, eating watermelon.

“Hello, Claudia,” said Rosa — now wearing her face, her smile, her life.

Claudia’s mouth went dry.

“I’m out of wine. Be a dear and fetch me some?” Rosa drawled, raising the empty glass.

“I’m not waiting on you!” Claudia snapped.

Rosa smirked and picked up Claudia’s phone, unlocking it effortlessly with facial recognition. “Fine. Then I’ll just call your husband and tell him I want a divorce.”

“No! No, don’t—” Claudia snatched the glass from her, trembling. She turned toward the kitchen, humiliated, as Rosa stretched out in the sun with a satisfied grin.

She returned with the wine but dropped in shock Rosa had her boobs out taking a pic of them. 

“Oh your husband is so flirty, I’m looking forward to being the spoiled housewife” 

Days passed. Claudia begged, threatened, pleaded — but nothing undid the swap. Rosa, meanwhile, slipped effortlessly into her life of luxury. She became sharper, crueler, more entitled than Claudia had ever been.

Claudia, trapped in Rosa’s aging body, saw it all. She watched her former maid laugh in her designer dresses, throw parties, and bark orders at her. Each demand was sharper, each insult nastier, as if Rosa had been storing up years of resentment just to unleash them.

Swapping back never looked like it was ever going to happen but Claudia still had hope but it was fading with each passing day. 

The Forfeit (NSFW)

 

If you make a bet and lose — like Hayley had — you have to accept the consequences. In her case, it meant swapping bodies with her friend Hannah’s nerdy brother, Luke. He had twenty-four hours in her body, and he wasn’t going to waste it.

While Hayley paced nervously downstairs in Luke’s awkward body, he was upstairs getting acquainted with hers. Staring in the mirror in disbelief, he ran his hands down her figure, still stunned that he was her.

An hour later, he finally came downstairs. “I need your help,” he told Hayley firmly.

She stood there, uneasy in Luke’s body, as he listed his demands. He wanted her help to dress up — he wanted to go out as her. She protested, horrified, but he reminded her of the rules: he’d won the bet, and this was his prize.

Reluctantly, Hayley agreed to guide him through. She was even present when he showered, scolding him constantly whenever his hands lingered too long.

Afterward, Luke sat smugly as Hayley dropped to her knees, begging him not to go out in public. “People know me in this town. You’ll ruin everything!” she pleaded.

Annoyed by her constant moaning, Luke snapped back: “You shouldn’t have made the bet if you couldn’t handle the forfeit. Now stop whining and help me get ready.”

Together, they chose a beautiful outfit. With Hayley’s reluctant coaching, Luke transformed himself into a vision of her. Then, dressed and eager, he walked awkwardly down the street in heels, ready to explore life as Hayley.

Hayley stayed behind, in tears, comforted by Hannah. She could only hope Luke would behave himself while parading around in her body.

But at the bar, after a few drinks, Luke locked eyes with a woman in the corner. She crooked her finger, summoning him closer. A slow smile spread across his stolen lips.

Hayley’s night of humiliation was just beginning as was Luke’s night of fun. 

The Man Of My Dreams (NSFW Request)

 

Mike was obsessed with Tony, his handsome neighbor. Mid-thirties, successful, effortlessly charming — Tony had everything Mike wanted. But there was one problem: Tony was straight, and devoted to his girlfriend, Megan.

Megan was everything Mike wasn’t — beautiful, confident, radiant. She was kind whenever they spoke, but Mike hated her for one reason: she was the wall between him and Tony.

Until, one night, Mike realized Megan could also be his key. If he had her body, her life, then Tony would finally be his.

Consumed by envy and desire, Mike tried everything — rituals, cursed trinkets, shady apps. He never expected it to work… until one morning he awoke in Megan’s body. Her curves, her beauty, her voice — they meant nothing to him personally, but he knew they were his ticket to Tony’s love.

Determined to make a statement, he rifled through her wardrobe, selecting the perfect outfit. He did her makeup, practiced walking in her impossibly high heels, and studied the reflection in the mirror. He felt nothing staring at the seductive stranger looking back at him — but he knew Tony would.

That evening, he waited, heart racing. The front door opened. He descended the stairs carefully, every step rehearsed, and struck his pose.

Tony froze in the doorway, eyes wide.

“Babe… you look amazing.”

Mike looked at the glint in Tony’s eyes and they went up to the bedroom it was different but he loved having Tony body on top of him and it felt amazing Tony was finally his and he was never letting him go. 

Playing Mother (Request)

 Request: 

Please make a story about a:

Great shift who puts a hobo in a moms body. He tries to pretends being her, and when her son was not around plays with this body.

Harry the Hobo was shocked one morning when he awoke in the body of a suburban mom — the very same woman who had treated him so poorly the day before. It felt strange to walk around in a woman’s skin, but stranger still was her world: a clean home, a stocked fridge, money in the bank. And then there was the boy who kept calling him “Mum.”

Harry learned quickly that the woman’s son would be heading off to university in three months. That gave him a plan. All he had to do was keep up the act of being a loving mother a little longer. He cooked the boy dinner, made small talk, even attended school meetings.

Privately, he was in heaven. Hot showers. Comfortable clothes. A soft bed. Money to spend. Everything he’d once dreamed of. But he wasn’t perfect at pretending. Sometimes he slipped up — forgetting names, botching routines. The son noticed, but never pressed too hard.

What Harry really wanted was freedom — a chance to enjoy his new life without the burden of playing mom. So, on the morning his “son” left for university, Harry waited by the door, practically buzzing with anticipation.

The boy lingered, confused. His mother should have cried, hugged him, begged him to stay a little longer. Instead, she smiled.

And as the door closed, Harry finally felt it — he was free.

Harry took off his robe revealing some sexy lingerie he was now ready to explore this beautiful body properly without interruption. 

A Different Woman

 

Liam walked into the house and froze. His wife, Leslie, was sitting on the sofa, smiling casually. She had been acting strange lately — like a completely different person.

“Have you been to work today?” Liam asked carefully.

“No. I quit that job. It was boring,” Leslie replied, as if it were nothing.

Liam’s eyes widened. That didn’t make sense — Leslie had always loved that job.

“And my sister called me,” he pressed. “She said you never showed up to Mum’s birthday party last Tuesday.”

Leslie’s body tilted its head, lips curling into a grin. “Must’ve slipped my mind. Oops.”

Liam’s stomach churned. “You’ve been acting strange for weeks now. You’re like… a different person.”

And he was right. Leslie wasn’t Leslie anymore. She was Claire — a jealous co-worker who had stolen Leslie’s life. Hearing Liam’s questions made her nervous, so she leaned back on the sofa and let her new body do the talking. With a slow smile and a flash of curves, she tried to distract him, steering him away from questions that cut too close to the truth.

Claire lay in bed, watching Liam sleep. Using Leslie’s body as a distraction couldn’t last forever, and she knew it. It was obvious to Liam that something about his wife wasn’t right.

She told herself she should try harder to act like Leslie. But as the weeks went by, the thought faded. She didn’t want to be Leslie — not really. What she wanted was Leslie’s body. The curves, the beauty, the life. And she wanted to live it her way.

Despite her clumsy slip-ups and complete lack of knowledge about Leslie’s old routines, Liam eventually stopped asking questions. Whether it was denial or simply a willingness to believe, he went along with it.

And so, while the real Leslie was lost somewhere, Claire stopped pretending to be anyone but herself — all while wearing another woman’s skin.

Hey Sis

 

Sophie sat nervously, waiting for her family to arrive. It had been five long years since the day they had all swapped bodies. She had been stuck in her brother Nathan’s body ever since, and the adjustment had been brutal. Losing her old life, her old self, had been harder for her than for anyone else. While the rest of the family seemed to settle into their new roles, Sophie had struggled to feel whole as a man.

“Hey, sis,” came a familiar voice from the doorway.

Sophie turned — and froze. The figure before her was both familiar and completely alien.

“What have you done to my body?” she gasped. “Those tattoos… that hair… and that top! You can see my—oh, God!”

Nathan smirked, walking closer, comfortably at home in what had once been Sophie’s skin.

“Chill, Sophie. It’s not really your body anymore, remember? Didn’t Mum say last time we saw each other — adjust and live your lives? That’s what I’ve done.”

Sophie’s stomach churned as she stared at the stranger her body had become.

They said nothing more until Nathan’s parents walked in. Like their children, they too had been living in swapped bodies for years. They were taken aback by the changes Nathan had made to Sophie’s body, though no one dared say much.

After some strained small talk and catching up, Sophie finally broke the silence. Her voice was tight, almost trembling.

“This was a terrible idea.”

Before anyone could respond, she stormed out.

An hour later, the family said their goodbyes and agreed to try again sometime. But when the next reunion came, Sophie didn’t show. Perhaps it was just as well — because that was the day Nathan introduced his new girlfriend, something that surely would have hurt Sophie even more.