Hands Off (NSFW)

“My hands are off your boobs!” Clint shouted, holding them up in the air, away from Kelly’s chest.

“This cannot be happening!” Kelly cried.

Just a week ago, Clint and Kelly had been in a relationship — until he cheated on her. He’d only come over to collect his things when, without warning, they had swapped bodies. To Kelly it was horror; to Clint, fascination.

“You did this! This is you all over, you loser. Switch us back!” Kelly shouted, pointing at her own stolen body.

“Oh right, I forgot — I can magically swap people’s bodies,” Clint mocked, grinning as he swayed his hips and clapped his hands against Kelly’s bum.

“Oh God!” Kelly gasped, trembling.

Panic surged. She bolted from the room, ran into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut. Staring into the mirror, her breath caught — Clint’s face stared back at her. She gripped the sink, screaming, as the full horror of her new reality sank in.

She had been locked away in the bathroom for a while now crying until she thought about her own body and what Clint is doing while alone she unlocked the door and ran back into the room. 

Kelly froze. He stood there, turning side to side, hands trailing over her curves with a smug grin plastered on her face — her face.

“God, I look incredible,” he said, giving a playful smack to her hip. “You have no idea how good this feels.”

“Stop it!” Kelly screamed, rushing forward. “That’s me! That’s my body!”

Clint turned, smirking with her lips, her eyes. “Not anymore.”

“I’m going to enjoy being you”