The Request: Something like he goes for a massage for a happy ending and he becomes the happy ending. (Hopefully this along the lines of your request)
Tony was being a real asshole, like usual. The receptionist at the massage parlour winced as he cracked yet another crude joke about the size of his manhood.
He strutted into the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. When he saw the woman waiting for him, he gave her a slow, sleazy once-over and smirked.
Not another one of those guys, Tonya thought, forcing a professional smile. She gestured for him to lie down.
As she massaged his shoulders, Tony chuckled. “So… when do we get to the happy ending?”
Tonya kept her composure—until she noticed the unmistakable bulge straining under his towel. She pulled her hands back with a sharp intake of breath. Enough was enough.
She snapped her fingers.
Tony blinked—and suddenly the world tilted. He looked down to see his own body sprawled on the table, towel tented around his groin. Except now, he was staring from Tonya’s eyes, Tonya’s hands, Tonya’s body.
The smug grin vanished from his face.
Tonya—wearing his body—sat up slowly, stretching with deliberate ease. “Funny thing, Tony,” she said in his own deep voice. “Looks like I get the happy ending.”
“What?” Tony gasped, staring in shock at the impossible situation.
Tonya smirked in his body. “You want it back? Then you know what you have to do.” She pointed down at the towel, at the manhood he had spent the whole evening bragging about.
For the first time, his jokes didn’t feel funny. As he slid his hand under the towel to give himself the happy ending he did not except to be on this end of this.
After now back in his body Tony got changed and left the parlour quickly, Tonya watched as Tony ran away he would now think better next time he treated people woman like that.
Thank you for making this for me.
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