Author: M Wills

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Trophy Wife (Part 3)

Anthony is fully immersed in his new life as a MILFy trophy wife and enjoying everything, from his seductive curves to his sexy assistant to his hunky husband. But his time in Jess’s body is running out and Anthony isn’t sure he’s ready to leave in Trophy Wife 3.

Part 3 of 3 features 21 steamy pages of explicit eroticism featuring a body swap with a MILF.

Trophy Wife 1

Trophy Wife 2

This series has been a collaboration with TeamLV, who are known for the titular LadyValiantComic.com. If you like bodyswap stories with superheroes, check them out! They have over 3000 pages worth of comics overall.

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Head Games 2

Tim begins to abuse his power, possessing the bodies of those around him and changing them from within so that they think every new, sexy decision is all their own in Head Games 2.

The more Tim uses his new invention and possesses his wife, using her hands to touch herself, the more sensual his wife becomes when he’s not inside. His desire for her busty body is rubbing off on her. She’s talking dirtier in bed. Showing off more skin. Loving her body almost as much as Tim does.

So he decides to push it.

Her wardrobe is conservative and covers too much so Tim possesses his wife and then goes shopping. At each store he settles into her body and picks out sexier outfits. Dresses. Skirts. Swimsuits. Adjusting her mind until she loves showing off more skin.

But Tim still isn’t satisfied. He wants more. With this power he could have practically anyone he wants, as long as he can get close enough to them. There are so many possibilities. He’ll never have to work again as long as he can find a rich stranger. And if they’re rich and hot and selfish and deserving of being taken down a peg…so much the better.

Tim

Kelly’s alarm wakes both of us the next morning. She slaps it off sleepily but doesn’t make an effort to get up. I roll over and spoon her, resting my hand on one of her pillowy breasts as I press myself against her bubble butt. God, it was so fun being in her body. Feeling her up with her own hands. My manhood stirs against her butt and I kiss the back of her neck.

“Mmm,” she moans, “I have to get up.”

“Call in sick,” I say, kissing the back of her neck again.

“That would be nice,” she says, as she slips out from beneath the covers. My wife has always had a sense of duty to her work.

I lie in bed and watch her sleepily as she stretches and stands. Interestingly, she reaches up and cups her breasts through her nightie, squeezing them briefly with a little sigh of contentment before letting them drop. Then she disappears into the bathroom.

It seems the changes I accidentally made to her have stuck. When I was in her body, I watched in the mirror as I made her touch herself, enamored with her curves. She seems to have retained that self-desire and even gained a little more self-confidence in her body. Before, she didn’t like to even look at herself and we would have quiet sex in the dark. But last night she couldn’t stop grabbing her tits as she rode me. Even threw in some dirty talk, which I’ve never heard her do. And just a second ago she looked so happy touching herself.

I wonder how far I can push these changes. How much confidence can I give her? How much sexier can I make her?

I get out of bed and go to the spare room, which houses my makeshift lab. On the workbench sits my modified grey beanie, strung with electronic filaments and a powerful processor. I was just attempting to create a program that could read minds but I’ve accidentally created something much more powerful. With this on my head, I can put my mind into the body of anyone nearby, effectively taking them over. I’ve already used it on Grant, the neighbor in the apartment next door, jumping into his body as he was having sex with his hot Spanish wife, Mira.

My phone dings with a message. Another picture of Mira from Grant’s phone. This one of Mira in the middle of putting on her bra, her tight little breasts still exposed. When I was in Grant’s body I sent myself a topless picture of Mira and it seems I’ve made Grant enjoy sending such pictures, not knowing who he’s sending them to.

I put the beanie on and lie down on the floor so I don’t hurt myself when my consciousness flits out. Powering it up with the little button at the back, I close my eyes. The staticky radar sphere jumps into view. Like a 3D map except that it only shows other people. They’re the big white dots. I consider Grant and Mira next door. Maybe hop in for a morning quickie? But then the white dot that symbolizes Kelly moves into the edge of the map. I move my mind towards her ,pushing closer, until the white dot envelops my entire vision and the world flips.

In a flash, I’m in Kelly’s body, in the bathroom, my mouth full of toothpaste. I’m thrown slightly off balance from the sudden reorientation of my body from a sitting to a standing position—not to mention the entirely different shape—and I put my hand out on the counter for balance. I finish brushing my teeth and bend down to spit into the sink. My dirty-blonde hair falls down my face and nearly into the sink while, at the same time, gravity pulls down on my delightfully heavy breasts.

I pull my hair back out of my face and spit, clean the toothbrush off in the running water and then put it away. I make Kelly look at herself in the mirror, my gaze tracing across the cute slope of her nose, her enchanting eyes. My lips curl into a slight smile as I admire her body from inside, my eyes swooping down to my chest, where my breasts press against the loose nightie.

I return to the bedroom a little clumsily, forgetting for a moment how her body moves. How her hips sway, her breasts jiggle. I pick her phone up off the nightstand and open it up. Flipping open her messaging app, I find her boss’s name and send him a message that Kelly is sick and won’t be coming to work today.

In her closet, I flick through Kelly’s clothes. They’re all long and drab and conservative. Well, yesterday I began to fix her confidence. Today, I’ll work on her wardrobe.

“Hmmm,” I say with her voice. “I don’t like any of these outfits. Think I’ll do some shopping and get something a little sexier.” The more I rationalize what I’m making her do, the more she internalizes it and sees it as her own decision.

I slide her heavy tits into a bra, manhandling them to fit them into the cups. I find her big mom-jeans and a plain shirt that doesn’t really flatter her figure. It doesn’t matter, though. This is all going to go.

Read the rest in Head Games 2.

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Two of a Kind 3: Maya

In the finale of Two of a Kind, things come to a head as Maya reveals all the deliciously twisted things she’s done since stealing the bully’s shapeshifting powers in Two of a Kind 3: Maya.

As Ethan reels from Maya’s secret reveal, she tells him everything:

How she stole Connor’s shapeshifting power and used it for her own ends.

With her new powers, she starts out innocently enough just wanting to protect Ethan and help others. She gives one of her favorite teachers the time of his life, shapeshifting him into a copy of one of Maya’s popular eighteen year old classmates for a day.

Maya feels good about herself watching her teacher loving his temporary new life being a young, sexy woman. But after a sensual encounter with the classmate’s boyfriend, he doesn’t want to turn back. Maya has to force him and, in the process, learns to enjoy the power she has over others. Finally, her fierce boldness can change the world.

It’s Maya’s first step in using this power to change people inside and out. Despite her love for Ethan, she knows he does need changing. He’s a bit of a pushover. He needs confidence. He needs bravery. He needs to learn how to stand up for himself.

Maya intends to use her shapeshifting powers to craft Ethan into the perfect boyfriend, whether he wants to change or not.

This is Maya’s story.

Part 3 of 3.

Part Three: Maya

“How long have you been pretending to be Connor?” Ethan asked.

He cradled his broken arm as Maya advanced on him. She laughed scornfully.

“Ever since that day I followed him down here to the quarry.”

Maya transformed suddenly, turning into Connor. The new Connor flexed his fingers. “Being meek got me nowhere. Connor was an asshole and a bully. But he took what he wanted. Something I wanted you to do, Ethan. The only thing you were missing in order to be perfect.”

The real Connor drew back, closer to Ethan as the fake Connor stopped and grinned at the two of them. “Look at you both. Fearful. You know you can take the best part of people when you become them. I took Connor’s dominance. It’s so addictive. Try it, Ethan. Try not being a pussy.”

He transformed back into Maya. “Connor was scared of me, and rightfully so. And now I’ve got his bravado, nothing can stop me.”

“How?” Ethan asked, trying to keep distance between himself and Maya.

She laughed again. “How? Men are so easy.”

“Ethan, don’t listen to her. Run,” the real Connor urged.

Maya lunged forward and grabbed real Connor’s arm. “Shut up, you fat pig.”

Maya transformed Connor suddenly. His body ballooned out to monstrous proportions, flab spilling over a huge belt. Thick breasts fell down an enormous stomach. Stringy black hair sprouted from a head that grew soft with fat. In less than a heartbeat, the real Connor had become a morbidly obese woman. She sat down with an ‘oof’ legs unable to support her tremendous new body weight.

Then Maya turned to Ethan and told him what she’d done.

2

Ethan had refused to say what was bothering him. All Maya knew was that it was something to do with Connor. And yet, at school Connor didn’t seem to be up to his usual bullying. If anything, he was more subdued. Everyone else at the school, though, that was a different story.

Maya couldn’t believe the way the principal was making up lies about Ethan. Embarrassing him in front of the whole school and even starting the new nickname for him: Ethan Pissingpants.

Ethan seemed unwilling—or unable—to stand up for himself. It was his one real flaw. Maya, once again, turned her attention to trying to solve Ethan’s problems. And Connor was the place to start.

Maya followed Connor around school, risking getting in trouble herself just to save her boyfriend. Connor wasn’t doing anything obvious, though he did have the annoying habit of evading her whenever she thought she had him cornered. He went into the toilets on the second floor and didn’t come out. Maya let a few other students come out before quickly ducking in and looking under the stalls. Empty. Same with the library. Maya was sure that the back door was locked, and yet Connor went in and never seemed to leave. But when she went in to check, he was nowhere to be found.

Maya followed Connor home, tailing his crappy car into his rundown neighborhood. He went into a house that was presumably his, coming back out some time later. Maya ducked down as he passed by, then slipped out and followed him down a long, empty dirt road surrounded by woods. She stayed on the edge of the woods, ready to duck in at any second, but Connor never looked back.

She lost him behind the fence to the old quarry and thought he’d done one of his disappearing acts again when she saw a figure step out of the undergrowth way down below. It was Connor. He waded through the tall grass on the spit of land that stuck out in to the water-filled quarry, approaching a small crater. Maya hurried down the overgrown path that wound down to the bottom of the quarry. Every now and then she could part the leaves and catch a glimpse of Connor. His attention was held by something in a hole.

Maya reached the bottom and stepped quietly out of the undergrowth. But not quietly enough. Connor turned and raised himself to full height.

“Dangerous for a girl like you to be out all alone with a guy like me,” Connor sneered at her, his back to the crater.

Maya summoned her courage and smiled at him. Bullies were only bullies because they were scared and lacked power. Dealing with him was just a matter of puffing herself up and looking big, like a cat.

“Connor.” She said, pausing and sizing him up. “You’ve been up to something. My boyfriend says…” She shook her head. “I’m not sure what to believe but I want answers.”

She advanced and Connor took a step back, stumbling briefly as his foot landed on the crumbling lip of the small crater. He glanced down then back at Maya. Fear flitted across his features. That was different. A little thrill went through her.

“What’s in the crater?” She asked.

She brushed past him to look down into the crater and saw a silver object embedded in the earth.

“What is that thing?” Wonder crept across her features as she looked at him. “Ethan said you could…turn into other people. Is that true?”

“That’s right,” he said, eyes glinting as he loomed over her, trying to become the boss again. “Anyone I’ve touched.”

Her lips curled into a smile, dark and predatory. God, she wanted that power.

“Oh, yeah? Show me,” she whispered.

He transformed, rising and growing taller, scrawnier, messy brown hair sprouting from his head. In seconds, Ethan was standing in front of her. Maya jumped back half a step, surprised, bringing her hands to her mouth with a little ‘Oh!’ of surprise.

“Is this the kind of dorky loser you go for?” The new Ethan asked, spreading his skinny arms wide.

Maya laughed. “Oh my god. I didn’t believe it but…oh my god.”

She wandered around him, examining him up and down. She was awestruck and amazed but not afraid. Despite Connor’s bravado, there was Ethan’s softness in his temporary eyes.

“How?” She asked.

“None of your business. But you should definitely try it out.”

He grabbed her arm suddenly. She felt something rushing through his fingers, filling her. Maya shot up six inches. Her butt filled out, balanced by large breasts hanging from her chest, her now-older body clad in the principal’s pantsuit while blonde hair spilled down past her cheeks.

Maya gasped and looked at herself, flipping her fingers over, eyes tracing the huge engagement ring on Mrs. Morgan’s finger. Her hands came up to her tits and she squeezed in wonder. She’d always wondered what it would be like to have big breasts that all the guys would swoon over instead of being a mousy nothing. Though at the same time, the shame of having them filled her. Someone else’s thoughts. She had to cover her body up because she was in a school of horny teenagers.

Read the rest in Two of a Kind 3: Maya.

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Comic: Mystery Man

Adapted by TeamLV with amazing art by Fern Biz, this stunning comic is a graphic retelling of Mystery Man by M Wills, about a woman who is returned to her body a year after a body switcher stole it. As she retraces his steps, she learns about all the depraved things he did while in her body. The Mystery Man comic is available on Body Swap Stories.

She was forcibly body swapped with a fat slob, stuck muddling through his life for a year as he disappeared with her gorgeous body. She thought she was stuck like that forever, and then one day she finds herself back in her own body.

But it’s been so changed she hardly recognizes herself in the mirror. Bigger breasts. Plumper lips. A life of secrets waiting to be discovered.

And then the man she had been for that year turns up dead.

With the help of a detective, who also has ties to the body switcher, she’s tracking down what happened in the missing year of her life while trying to solve the murder. As she follows the trail of the body switcher, she learns just how wild he’s been inside her.

Each clue sheds light on another depraved action as the body switcher thoroughly used her for his own pleasure and completely upended her life. He’s been enjoying her delicate form, turning her into a living sex doll and leaving a tantalizing trail of bread crumbs so she can discover exactly how decadent he’s been in her life right up to the end. She won’t like the answers, but she needs to find them.

30 pages. Black and white.

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Head Games 1

A new invention lets a man possess the body of his wife and neighbors, and makes them think that everything he does while inside them is their decision in Head Games 1.

Tim is a failed inventor, failed entrepreneur and he’s about to have a failed marriage. His wife, Kelly, is growing tired of him wasting time on inventions that never pan out while she faces the drudgery of a boring office job each day. To make matters worse, their bedroom life is lackluster. Is it any wonder that Tim’s thoughts have begun to wander to his stunning Latina neighbor?

And then Tim finds that he’s accidentally invented something amazing.

It doesn’t look impressive. Just a grey beanie strung with wires and filaments to turn it into a brain scanner. Tim thinks it will just read his mind but it turns out to do so much more.

When wearing it, Tim discovers that he can beam his consciousness into any person nearby and possess their body. On accident, Tim ends up inside his neighbor, the husband of the stunning Latina that Tim has been fantasizing about. When she walks through the door, Tim can’t resist the opportunity to live out his fantasy, even if he has to use someone else’s body to do it.

When Tim hops out, he discovers his neighbor doesn’t suspect he’s been possessed. In fact, his neighbor has changed. Taking on Tim’s actions as his own.

Now Tim’s no longer interested in changing the world…just the people around him.

Tim

Even with the window open, the spare bedroom I use as my lab is filled with acrid smell of solder and burnt hair. We’re seven floors up so I think the breeze will clear out the room soon enough. If we lived in a house, I’d no doubt have taken up the entire garage with my electronics and tools and work table. As it is, I’ve had to carefully organize the space in our apartment, shuffling computers and other devices in and out of closets here and the hallway.

My wife, Kelly, hates the clutter but tolerates it for me. One day, one of my inventions is bound to pay off. I believe in me but my wife, Kelly, is getting a little impatient. I can’t really blame her. She’s the one with the steady but boring office job bringing home the money while I spend my days “following my dreams” toiling on groundbreaking inventions. I haven’t reached the groundbreaking stage yet but I’m hopeful it will happen soon before Kelly loses her last scraps of patience.

I’m in the middle of threading another fine metal filament through the grey beanie in my lap when my phone dings with a text. It’s from Kelly reminding me that I promised we’d go out for dinner tonight for a long overdue date night. Not quite nagging, but not not nagging, either. I text her back, assuring her I’m on it.

When I set the phone down I realize how much my body aches from bending over my work for so long. I stand and stretch, cracking my back nicely. I take a deep breath to relax. Something stinks. Raising my arm to sniff myself I realize it’s me. There are deep pit stains on my thin grey tee shirt. I didn’t shave this morning. Did I brush my teeth?

Kelly will be home in an hour. I haven’t been outside all day and could use some fresh air before she gets here. My hand on the doorknob I consider changing or showering or at least putting on deodorant but then I figure…who am I trying to impress?

The answer comes walking out of the elevator as I’m standing in front of it. Mira. One of my newlywed neighbors in the apartment next to mine. A haughty Latina with long black hair, fiery dark eyes and gorgeous bronzed skin. Her body is tight but curvy in all the right places. Bouncy breasts. Bubble butt. Legs for days.

Mira is tapping with both thumbs on her phone when the elevator doors open. She looks up and sees me, her lips curling up in a forced polite smile. We’ve talked a few times, mostly when we’re stuck in the elevator together. She always seems a little aloof. Almost disdainful of having to talk to me, like she’d rather be anywhere else. All my jokes are met with silence or, even worse, a slight sigh.

Why does being scorned by her make her seem that much hotter?

I step aside to let Mira out and she brushes past me, her little nose wrinkling in disgust as she smells me. I smile politely but she deliberately ignores me. Glancing after her as she walks down the hall, my eyes skim across her tight jeans form-fitted to that incredible ass and those long, lean legs. Mira flaunts what she has, unlike my wife, who seems ashamed of her body. Maybe that’s the big attraction. That confidence. The elevator almost shuts without me in it but I shoot out my hand to stop the doors and step inside.

I walk through the lobby and outside. There’s a small stretch of manicured lawn in front of our building and I stand and stretch in the tiny patch of grass, enjoying the cool breeze playing over my body. It brings with it the sounds of the afternoon traffic a few streets away. As I’m doing some stretched, Mira’s husband comes up the pathway.

His name is Grant. He’s a burly, thick-necked lug of a man. A construction worker who seems to be mostly muscle. Not much of a conversationalist but Mira must see something in him. His white shirt and fluorescent vest are streaked with dirt and stretched taut across his impressive chest, leaving his powerful arms bare. He looks like he could crush me in one hand.

“Hi,” I nod politely.

He grunts and nods back without stopping. After a few minutes I turn and go back in, pausing only to collect the mail, which is mostly junk these days. Then back up the lift and to my apartment. Checking the time, I see I can squeeze in some more work on my project before I have to get ready for my date night with my wife.

I return to the spare room and sit at my workbench, retrieving the grey beanie I’m currently working on. I’ve heavily modified it, stuffing it with hundreds of thin filaments so it has the same effect as a diode on the head and allows me to scan brain waves. The circuits are integrated into the beanie with a wireless antennae to send the data to my computer, which will interpret it and spit out the user’s thoughts, allowing direct brain interface of everyday objects without the need for invasive surgery. Hopefully.

I’m bent over at my work for about thirty minutes before the noise from next door starts up through the thin walls. First the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of the head of the bed knocking gently against our shared wall. Then, faintly, Mira’s cries of “Aye, papi!” This is followed by her orgasmic cries rising in pitch until she reaches the crest and her voice breaks in ecstasy. A pause and then Grant’s groans. Then both of them together as the tap-tap-tapping comes quicker until it ends with another of Mira’s long moans.

I’m ashamed to admit how much listening to them turns me on. Well, listening to her, anyway.

There’s a knock on the door behind me.

“Come in,” I call out, as I set the tweezers down on the scarred secondhand table I use as my workbench.

I swivel my chair around as my wife, Kelly, opens the door. She wrinkles her cute nose at the smell and sticks out her tongue in disgust.

“Ugh, it stinks in here.” “Nice to see you, too, honey,” I joke.

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Two of a Kind 2: Ethan

Ethan’s girlfriend, Maya, has stolen the bully’s shapeshifting powers and is using them for her own ends. But she’s changed, and Ethan is determine to find out exactly what happened between her and the bully in Two of a Kind 2: Ethan, available on Body Swap Stories.

Ethan’s girlfriend, Maya, was fiercely protective of him and constantly urged him to stand up and defend himself from Connor’s bullying. Confrontation was never Ethan’s strong suit and Maya had taken on being both his loving girlfriend and his defender.

But she can’t defend him from Connor’s new ability to shapeshift. Ethan can’t even bring himself to tell her about it because it sounds too crazy. Anyone could be Connor in disguise, and Ethan becomes ever more scared and withdrawn. Maya notices the personality change and disappears one day to confront Connor.

They both return…different. Maya has a newfound confidence bordering on aggressiveness. Connor is meek and mild and almost scared to be seen with Ethan. It’s almost like they switched personalities.

Maye refuses to tell Ethan anything about what happened when she confronted Connor except to say that she stole the source of his power: the shapeshifting nanobots. Now Maya is the one transforming, and she uses her powers on herself and Ethan to transform them into exact duplicates of the school’s hottest couple. They enjoy the most sensual encounter of their lives before gender swapping so they can experience it from the other side.

In all the excitement, Maya doesn’t seem to notice that Ethan has stolen some of her nanobots. He works on mastering their shapeshifting power so he can discover why Maya is acting so different. What happened between her and Connor?

The truth may be more than Ethan is ready for.

This is Ethan’s story.

Part 2 of 3.

Ethan had been content to just get by at high school. At eighteen, he wasn’t popular but he wasn’t unpopular, either. He had a few close friends. An awesome girlfriend in Maya who somehow loved him despite his awkwardness. Hell, she took almost as much grief from hanging with the nerds as he did just being a nerd. They both loved puzzles and games and escape rooms. This love of problem-solving extended to their digital lives as they experimented with jailbreaking apps on the internet.

When AI came around, they extended their jailbreaking experience, exploring and sharing tips with other online fanatics to get the programs to ignore their safeguards. It was another form of hacking but a little more social because AI needed to be treated as a person. Tricked and manipulated into doing Ethan’s bidding in a way that he could never pull off against a person in the real world. To Ethan, these systems had the IQ of a genius and the naivety of a baby and it was fun to hack them. Nothing malicious. Just to prove that these systems weren’t as safe and foolproof as the developers claimed. His proudest moment was getting a call from a credit card company that was using an AI voice bot and then tricking that voice bot into revealing the name and email address of the company CEO. For the big reward, Ethan had thrown in a suggestion every now and then but Maya had done most of the work, though she had shied away from the publicity and begged Ethan to take her place so that he was the one who posed with the big, fake check.

Connor had been a terror to Ethan for a long time. Ethan didn’t know why he’d been singled out. Why do bullies do anything? But the torment had steadily been growing worse. Maya insisted he just needed to punch Connor in the nose and he’d learn his lesson and go away but Ethan thought that would just inflame the situation. It didn’t help that Maya could cowl Connor and force him to back down seemingly through sheer force of will in a way that Ethan never could. Maya had that killer instinct. The competitive streak hidden beneath a cute, unassuming veneer and which revealed itself at the unlikeliest of times. Apparently, staring down bullies brought it out.

When Maya saved Ethan from Connor that day behind the cafeteria, Ethan feared it would just make Connor worse and he told Maya so but she scoffed.

“How could it get any worse? I’m telling you, you just need to stand up to him once and he’ll fall apart. I mean, he can’t even face me!” She said, brown eyes flashing.

It had gotten worse. He’d been shocked when the principal accused him in front of the whole school of peeing in his pants. Where had she got that idea? The next thing he knew, everyone was whispering about him. The principal, Mrs. Morgan, seemed to stalk him all that day just so she could make fun of him. Wasn’t it her who started the nickname? And what was he going to do, fight the principal? Maya certainly wanted to and he had to restrain her. Ethan would take it quietly like he always did. He just wanted to be left alone to play with his programs.

And then Mrs. Morgan had pulled him into the hallway during class and Ethan’s whole world crumbled as he watched his beautiful, busty principal transform into his bulky, pug-nosed tormentor. Ethan barely heard Connor’s threats as he tried to process this break from reality. Connor hammered home his new abilities by transforming into a series of people, ending as Maya. For Ethan, it was the ultimate shock watching his loving girlfriend direct her venom at him, even knowing that it was the bully manipulating her body.

Connor made good on his torment, popping up at the most unexpected times and turning Ethan into a nervous wreck. Ethan was constantly on alert while at the same time completely unable to do anything as random strangers mocked him, teachers picked on him, friends turned on him. Every now and then Connor would show up in his usual body and smirk at Ethan, enjoying watching Ethan cower as he stomped by, knowingly he was completely untouchable with his awesome and impossible powers.

Maya noticed the change in Ethan. The way he became more withdrawn. She questioned him but he held back the truth from her. It was too crazy. At times he would wonder whether she really was Maya or just Connor in disguise, biding his time for the next humiliation. Then she would reach for him and compliment him or kiss him or just scoot near him. Surely, the real Connor wouldn’t do that? Still, Ethan’s constant alertness seemed to gnaw at Maya. She finally cornered him one day at his house as they lounged around his bedroom, each engaged in their laptops.

“What’s wrong?” She asked after he sighed.

“Nothing,” Ethan said, avoiding her eyes.

“Something’s going on,” she said, swiping her hair behind a delicate ear.

Her slight brows were furrowed in annoyance and he just wanted to kiss them smooth. He sat on his bed as she paced back and forth in his room.

“You’ve been different lately. I mean, I don’t blame you. I’m not sure why the principal decided to pick on you. Have you told anyone about it?”

“No one would believe me,” he pushed up his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

The principal was just the most blatant of Connor’s many guises. Maya had no idea about the many other people Connor had become.

“It’s obvious, though. Surely, it’s against some rule.”

“Just leave it.”

“No. It’s not fair. Ethan, if the principal is being a bully you need to stick up to her.”

“Should I punch her in the nose?” He suggested wryly. “No. That’s just for Connor,” she said, hands clasped behind her back, missing the humor in her focus on solving Ethan’s problem. It didn’t help that she was lacking crucial information.

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Flip Side 2

Nolan is enjoying being body swapped with his stepmom and giving in to all his dirty urges, not knowing that she is working on a way to get her body back in Flip Side 2.

Ever since 18 year old Nolan body swapped with his stepmom he’s been loving his new life being a woman. Being sexy and in charge. Having access to the body of his dreams any time he likes.

He’s tossed away Tiffany’s old conservative wardrobe in order to dress up like a slut, luxuriating in showing off his seductive new body in tight tops and short skirts. He keeps up appearances by arguing with his stepmom’s work nemesis, Steven, in the hallways but then pulls him into his office for some desperate love making. They both enjoy watching Tiffany’s body get what it deserves. And what it craves.

Meanwhile, Tiffany is having an awful time in her stepson’s body. Now she’s the one getting mocked and bullied by Derick. It’s gotten even worse now that Nolan, bent on making his former bully pay, has been appealing to the principal for Derick to be punished. While the school takes it’s time investigating, Derick is taking out his anger on Tiffany with a vengeance.

But Tiffany is so close to fixing the remote. And when she does she’s going to get her body back. Then she’s going to make Nolan pay.

That is…if everything goes according to plan.

Nolan

I sat back and glowered at the principal, crossing my legs so that the miniskirt slid up my stepmom’s thighs. My thighs now. Smooth and bronzed and delicious. The principal, to his credit, kept his eyes firmly fixed on mine, refusing to be tempted to have a glance at the parts of Tiffany’s body that I was presenting to him. Even my tits couldn’t tempt him. My top clung to my form, opening low to reveal the lacy bra that pushed my already exquisite cleavage up into enormous curves.

My stepmom, Tiffany, sat next to me in my body, a perpetual hangdog look on my former face. She’d tidied me up a bit. Her new skin a little healthier, body a little lighter. But she was otherwise broken. The fire had gone out of her when I smashed the remote control that had body swapped us. In the three months since, I thoroughly enjoyed my delightful new body while she trudged along, just getting by in my old, pathetic one.

“Go on, tell him,” I prodded Tiffany.

Tiffany sighed. “Derick runs into me in the hallways on purpose.”

“And?” I said, glaring at my former body.

“He dumped his lunch tray into my backpack.”

“And he called him names and encouraged others to pick on him,” I finished. “Derick is a bully. So what are you going to do about him?” I turned to the principal.

“I assure you, Mrs. Baxter—” The principal began.

“Miss Baxter,” I corrected him, enjoying the sound of it.

“Sorry, Miss Baxter. We take bullying very seriously at the school. There are processes in place we need to follow before we can take any action. Nolan, I’ll need you to provide me a list of everything he’s done to you in writing. And were there any witnesses to any of this?”

“Tons,” Tiffany said sullenly.

She didn’t want to be here but Derick hadn’t stopped bullying me even though it was no longer me he was bullying. I hated Tiffany but I held a deep seated grudge for Derick after everything he’d done to me.

“He should be expelled,” I said, my manicured hands gripping the arms of the chair. “Kids like that are no good.”

The principal nodded agreeably. “We will take any necessary action after we go through the proper investigation.”

I left the office a few minutes later, rounding the corner into the waiting room and stopping so short that Tiffany almost ran into me. Derick was sitting in the plastic chairs outside the principal’s office, a smug smile on his face and wearing his favorite purple and yellow basketball jersey, as if the clothes could give him the skills of the name emblazoned across the back. I glowered down at him. He looked from me to Tiffany and his eyes hardened.

“You’re going to get what’s coming to you,” I hissed through clenched teeth before sweeping out of the office and down the hall.

The click of my heels echoed in the empty halls and, even though Tiffany plodded along in my ungainly, pudgy body, I was short enough that I had to take almost two steps for her one.

“Well, that was a waste of fucking time,” I said. “What do we do now?”

“Nothing. Please,” Tiffany whined. “You’ll only make it worse.”

“Then stand up for yourself. Punch him or something.”

She snorted. “Easy for you to say. Why didn’t you do it when you were in this body?”

I rounded on her and brought her up short, glaring up at my old face. I poked her in the chest to emphasize my words as I hissed: “Don’t you ever mention that we swapped bodies. I can make your life so much worse. Do you want to go live out on the streets?”

“No. Sorry.” She mumbled.

I liked this version of Tiffany. Soft spoken. Terrified of me. Broken. In my magnanimity I allowed her to keep living in the house. Truthfully, it was just so I could lord over her the fact that I had her body and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. I dumped her old wardrobe—well, everything except the sexy-as-fuck heels—and upgraded her to a sexier one. Miniskirts to show off my delectable ass and tight, low cut tops to show off my amazing new tits. Really going for the office slut look. I had the body of my dreams. I was a short blonde with big tits and incredible legs and I was intent on showing it all, getting off on the fact that I knew everyone wanted to fuck me. Including Tiffany herself. I’d seen her staring at me. Probably her unfamiliar testosterone doing things to her body she couldn’t control. Meanwhile, I was doing all sorts of things to her body that I could control, wringing nightly pleasure out of it.

In my new role, I made Tiffany do all the cooking and the cleaning, threatening to kick her out if she displeased me. I had her completely under my thumb and had relaxed into my new life, confident that we would never switch back.

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The Experiment

An accident in the grad school lab swaps the bodies of Jamie and his long-time crush, Lauren, and he soon finds being in her body is much more sensual than he ever imagined in The Experiment.

Jamie has had a crush on Lauren since they meet years ago in school and his attraction has only grown since then. When they end up at the same grad school, Jamie jumps at the chance to spend even more time with Lauren by signing up to help with her work on transferring thoughts.

But when they try it on themselves, the machine swaps their bodies and then burns out, leaving them stuck. With the part to repair the machine on order, they’ll have to spend the next three days in each other’s skin. On the bright side, this is a huge opportunity to experiment with trying out life as the opposite gender.

But while Jamie may have Lauren’s body, he still has his own male libido. His own male lust. And it’s now focused on his new body. How can he possibly keep his hands off himself now that he’s in the body of his crush? How can he resist this once in a lifetime opportunity to experience every sensual thing about being a woman? How can he refrain from being seduced by Lauren’s flirty female roommate? And what will Lauren do to him if she finds out everything he’s done in her body?

Then again…maybe this experiment that swaps their bodies is the best thing to ever happen to Jamie and Lauren.

Jamie scooped up Victor, the white lab rat, and set him in the box at the start of the maze.

“Trial number four,” Jamie said, for the benefit of the cameras. He glanced over at Lauren, who sat at the end of the maze with a stop watch in her hand. “Ready?”

“Ready,” she affirmed.

“Opening the cage…now,” Jamie said, pulling up the grate that let the lab rat into the maze as Lauren pressed the button on the stopwatch.

They watched Victor scurry around corners and down passages. The rat’s personality had definitely changed after the experiment, but they needed more quantifiable data. Jamie pushed his slender glasses up the bridge of his nose as he tracked the mouse’s motions. When Victor arrived at the end, Lauren tapped the stop watch.

“Twenty three point two seven seconds,” she said, grinning. “That was about Hugo’s time! I mean, I guess technically it still is Hugo’s time.”

Hugo was the other lab rat. Victor’s partner in this experiment.

Jamie ran his hand through his short hair. “Holy shit.”

Lauren jumped up from her stool and grabbed Jamie’s shoulders, shaking him joyfully as she looked up at him. Her dark burgundy hair bounced across her cheeks and her green eyes were bright with excitement.

“Do you realize what this means?” She asked.

Jamie grabbed her shoulders back, grinning just as stupidly. “This damn thing works!”

She released him and squealed happily, shaking her fists with joy. Jamie watched her, the little throng of longing inside him that had never disappeared sparking briefly as he watched her pretty face light up with happiness. He thought she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen when they met at age twelve and he still thought so ten years later. They’d become good friends, hanging out with their other friends every weekend, going to film festivals and museums together, attending her soccer games, even majoring in the same field. They’d split up after graduating high school to go to different universities but had never lost touch. Then, by happy circumstance, they met back up in real life when they both got into the same graduate program.

They’d been practically inseparable. Even that one night in their senior year of high school when he’d come so close to confessing how he felt about her. She preemptively shut him down gracefully, leaving no doubt that she had sensed his intentions and hadn’t wanted to ruin the friendship.

It stopped Jamie from voicing his desire but did nothing to stop the desire itself. The image of her gorgeous face, with the cute spray of freckles across the bridge of her perfect nose and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, was burned into his memory. He’d had girlfriends but Lauren was always at the edge of his thoughts.

She was so lively, so energetic, a little burst of sunshine wherever she went. And when she put her mind to something then nothing would stand in her way. Plus, her body was incredible. She still played soccer recreationally and kept herself fit. Jamie had seen her in a bathing suit a few times and, while he tried not to ogle, he couldn’t help looking at her. He still remembered her pink swimsuit she wore the summer after graduation. Her legs went on for days, disappearing beneath the form-fitting top that clung to the most perfect sculpted ass, her trim waist, and her slender breasts.

On a good day, Jamie thought of himself as the Peter Parker to Lauren’s Mary Jane. A little nerdy, with dark brown hair carefully combed to one side. Glasses. Polo shirts. He worked out a little and had compliments on his arms when he went sleeveless to the gym so he wasn’t a complete stereotypical nerd. Unlike Lauren, Jamie was content to mostly go along with the flow.

When the two of them met up again in the graduate program, Jamie jumped at the chance to collaborate on a program and get swept up in Lauren’s enthusiasm even though he didn’t think her work had much chance. Lauren was focusing on consciousness and its physical position in the brain. Together they constructed a prototype machine—not much more than a massive bundle of wires and two little computer chips with tiny needles connected to a vastly complicated computer—that, theoretically, would swap the consciousness of two living things. The project was so outlandish they even came up with a secret codename for it when they talked about it in public: the McGuffin device. Named after one of Lauren’s favorite philosophy professors.

Jamie and Lauren had gone through several mice, making adjustments to the machine each time, before they reached Victor and Hugo. The two mice had lived and, crucially, seemed to have switched personalities with no ill effects. Hugo now had Victor’s love of strawberries and Victor ran the maze just like Hugo used to do.

Lauren put Victor carefully back in his cage and then turned to Jamie. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this. This is huge!”

“Should we tell the professor?” Jamie asked, always a little more concerned with rules.

Lauren strode to the laptop and opened it up, flicking back through her notes. She swiped her dark red hair out of her face, tucking it behind a tiny ear. She pressed on her nose in thought as she poured over the data. Her white lab coat hung loose above her normal street clothes: black three quarter length yoga pants and a simple white top with some lace at each shoulder.

“No, not yet,” Lauren said. “I want to make absolutely sure we’ve done it. The data is good but…people still won’t believe it. If this becomes some late night comedian’s joke we’ll never get funding to do more. This will sit on a shelf in some office and be completely forgotten about.”

“But the numbers are all right there. Everything matched up. Victor and Hugo have switched tastes. They’ve switched knowledge of each other’s tasks. It’s as close as we’re going to get without teaching them to talk.” Jamie pulled on his lower lip in thought.

Lauren stopped and looked up at Jamie. “That’s it. That’s what we have to do.”

“What? Teach them to talk?”

“No,” she shook her head and looked up at him with her gorgeous green eyes. “They can’t talk but we can try it out on something that can.”

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Two of a Kind 1: Connor

A bully finds an alien device that allows him to transform into other people and uses his new powers to torment the student he loathes in Two of a Kind 1: Connor.

Connor roams the campus dominating others with his bulk and aggression, taking what he wants and leaving the other students terrified. He hates everyone but especially Ethan and his girlfriend, Maya. Ethan is such a pathetic wimp and diminutive Maya has a strange fierceness that cows Connor.

It’s fine. Connor can deal with it. He has other targets.

And then Ethan and Maya get him kicked off the football team just because he punched Ethan a tiny little bit. Barely a black eye.

Simmering with rage, Connor chances upon an alien device fallen from the sky that gives him the power to transform himself and others. Now, with the power to turn into an exact copy of anyone he’s touched, he resumes bullying Ethan with a vengeance and also discovers that this power lets him indulge his deepest fantasies.

Connor can transform into everyone around Ethan. Friends. Teachers. Strangers. Tormenting Ethan with the possibility that Connor could be anywhere and anyone. But this power isn’t just for revenge. As Connor turns into gorgeous teachers and hot strangers he can’t resist exploring everything about these seductive bodies. And along with the bodies come their thoughts and memories and emotions, all of which threaten to derail Connor’s planned retribution by making him actually care about someone for once.

This is Connor’s story.

Part 1 of 3.

It was a shame that people didn’t carry cash anymore because it made it that much harder for Connor to bully Ethan into handing over his lunch money.

“Fortunately for you, I take card,” Connor growled when he finally cornered Ethan by the trashcans behind the cafeteria and shoved him up against the wall.

In high school they no longer had ‘recess’. Now it was called ‘free time’ but was basically the same thing. Time do to whatever you wanted. And what Connor wanted was to terrorize Ethan.

There was something about the nerd that was just so punchable. His stupid, dumbass face with the blonde peach fuzz on his cheeks and the goofy grin. His awkwardly tall, skinny body that made his head look enormous. His constant need to correct people with a reedy “Well, actually…”. Like now.

“Well, actually,” Ethan said. “My money is on my phone.”

“What about all that prize money?” Connor said, grabbing the scruff of Ethan’s shirt and shaking him.

“W-well, actually…” Ethan began, his glasses beginning to slide down his nose.

Was it just a fucking stutter? Part of his fight or flight response?

“Say ‘well, actually’ one more time,” Connor threatened, raising his fist.

“It’s my girlfriend’s prize,” Ethan said.

Everyone in James Martin High School knew about the prize. They’d had a whole assembly where the principal, Mrs. Morgan, had made this huge announcement. It was even featured in their town paper. Ethan and his dork girlfriend, Maya, had cracked some sort of code or found a bug or something—Connor didn’t really understand—that that had earned them a bounty from one of the major AI tech companies. What Connor did understand was that it had come with a $10,000 prize and he wanted a piece of that nerd money.

Connor was short and squat. Burly (or ‘big boned’ as his mother used to insist back when she gave a shit). Angry piggy eyes and a pug nose that whistled when he breathed. Head shaved bald because he thought it made him more menacing. A mosaic of acne across his wide face.

He’d failed two grades and was only sticking with high school because that was where he felt most in control. The extra time had given him bigger muscles than his peers. The better to torment them with. As a linebacker on the football team, he was encouraged to use the aggression that constantly fizzed through him on his opponents. He delighted in slamming into them, knocking to the ground and getting rewarded with high-fives from his teammates. The only time his team would really interact with him.

Off the field, Connor had to be a little more secretive with his brawn. He swaggered through the halls, timing his bullying to avoid the cameras or any teachers that loitered in the hallways. Aside from the classes, high school was a breeze. He took what he wanted and most people were afraid to tell him ‘no’. Who needed friends when he had power?

Now, secluded behind the dumpsters, Connor brought his face close to Ethan’s, breathing his sour breath into Ethan’s face as the nerd wriggled and gasped. “Then you better go bring me some of your girlfriend’s money.”

“Hey, let go of him,” a woman said from behind.

Connor turned, still gripping Ethan by the shirt. Ethan’s girlfriend, Maya, stood there, hands on her hips and fire in her eyes. She was tiny. Slender frame. Wavy brunette hair that spilled down her shoulders and with a scent that made Connor want to bury his nose in it. Pouty face with big brown eyes. More cute than nerd. Hell, he could see sometimes when she moved she was hiding a tight body beneath those drab clothes. Perfect size tits for burying his face in between. Perfect sized ass for burying his cock in between. His manhood twitched at the thought.

She should have been laughable. Completely helpless in front of him. But, somehow, her being a girl made her more intimidating.

“Let go of him,” Connor mocked, affecting a high pitched voice.

But he released Ethan, pushing him roughly against the wall for good measure and stepping back to frown at him. He took a step towards Maya and saw the fear appear in her eyes but she didn’t back down. Connor would never admit it – and couldn’t really even fully comprehend it – but women terrified him and angered him in equal measure. As a well YouTube’d, red-pilled man, he, of course, knew that a woman’s role was subservience. They were to be dominated before they yanked men down from their natural order at the top to suck their male energy out before climbing up the men’s desiccated husks.

But they also – according to Connor’s well-researched sources on the internet – had power. Fucking society was organized around making them great and making men suck. Again, according to his sources, everyone wanted Connor to be ashamed to be a man and he had internalized that shame. Though, Connor couldn’t exactly remember having that shame until the manosphere had identified it.

Men weren’t supposed to punch women. They were supposed to manipulate them. Make them insecure and needy and destroy their self-esteem until they depended on men. But what if you couldn’t? Women were mostly smarter than Connor. And the disgust that radiated off them when Connor came near made him ashamed. How could they make him seem so small and weak with just the tiniest furrow of their eyebrows? The smallest snicker? He wanted to impress them so much and that’s where their deep power lay. He was aware he was giving his male power away but, with the help of the online manosphere, he was trying to work on that. For now, Connor contented himself with using his excessive brawn on the other male students, dominating them physically both on and off the football field in the hopes that this would impress some women. So far, no luck.

So as Maya closed in, Connor stepped back and raised his hands in mock surrender. “He’s all yours.”

Connor stomped away, feigning a loss of interest while stewing inside. How could something so small and fragile – a woman! – make him feel even smaller? Before he turned the corner he heard Maya asking Ethan if he was okay and Connor shivered in disgust. It wasn’t fair. How was it possible that some dipshit like Ethan had a girlfriend but a muscly specimen of a man like Connor didn’t? And Connor was on the football team and everything. Sometimes he wished his rage was good for more than just a few stolen dollars at lunch.

Connor flexed his muscles and pounded his fist as he walked, psyching himself up, assuring himself that he was, indeed, the alpha male of this school. The biggest and the baddest. To make himself feel better, Connor sought out the group of freshman who could reliably be found next to the gym playing some sort of card game involving dragons and magic. He kicked dirt on their game then nabbed their lunch from their lunch boxes, threatening it would be worse for them all if they ever told.

His stolen lunch was well-flavored with their fear and yet he still felt like Ethan had gotten away. Connor returned to the cafeteria, where he spotted Ethan and Maya at a far table. He kept his distance, waiting for them to split up so he could have Ethan all to himself. God, it was disgusting how they kissed. How she insisted on holding his hand. Connor worked himself up into a rage wondering why someone like Ethan could get a girl but Connor had no one.

When the bell sounded signaling the end of lunch, Maya kissed Ethan on the cheek and then was whisked away with her friends while Ethan went the opposite way. Connor tailed him as he crossed the quad towards the science buildings, closing in as Ethan entered the stairwell. Connor followed close behind as quietly as he could, taking the stairs two at a time so they reached the second floor landing together.

Before Ethan knew what was going on, Connor grabbed Ethan’s backpack, yanked open the door to the janitor’s closet and hurled him inside. Connor joined him, slamming the door behind them and flicking on the light above. The bare bulb swung back and forth, making Ethan look even more pale and sweaty. His eyes were wild as he realized his was trapped in here all alone with Connor.

“Now,” Connor said, “Where were we?”

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Flip Side 1

A futuristic remote control accidentally body swaps eighteen-year-old Nolan with his awful – and awfully sexy – stepmother in Flip Side 1.

Nolan is eighteen years old and his stepmother, Tiffany, has been awful to him ever since the day she married his father. When Nolan’s father passed away and left everything to her, she got even worse. She doesn’t care about his failing grades, she refuses to help him with the bully at school, and she’s decided to kick him out of the house. But her own ambitions come back to bite her.

Desperate to show off to her company so that she can get the CEO position, Tiffany steals a prototype remote control from her lab and brings it home. When she and Nolan get in an argument, the remote accidentally discharges and swaps them into each other’s bodies. Now Nolan is body swapped in his evil – but sexy – stepmom’s body, and she’s body swapped into his eighteen-year-old – and awkward – teen one. In order to swap back, Nolan will need to pretend to be her so that he can steal the instructions from her lab.

But for Nolan, it’s not all bad being his own stepmom. She’s incredibly hot. And her body is incredibly sensual. While she suffers as him, he enjoys being her and exploring every inch of his delightful new body.

Nolan

I filled my backpack with soapy water and scrubbed it in the kitchen sink. My school books sat on the counter next to me, the edges of the pages still streaked with grease and whatever tomato sauce I couldn’t wipe off. At least, I hoped it was tomato sauce.

That afternoon as I’d been leaving school, Derick and his friends cornered me. While one of them distracted me, Derick snuck around behind me and grabbed my backpack, unzipping it and dumping the remains of his lunch inside. Then Derick and his pals ran away howling with laughter. As if it wasn’t already humiliating enough to have to take the school bus home as an eighteen-year-old, my backpack smelled like old spaghetti while the sauce slowly soaked into the pages of my books.

It hadn’t been the first time Derick had singled me out for bullying. Not even the first time this week. There was the trombone incident. The lunch tray “accident”. The homework theft. Not to mention the snide remarks and general intimidation.

I didn’t dare tell the teachers about it all. I’d made that mistake once already. There was a prolonged “investigation” that no one could tell me anything about, and then it just…ended. No punishment for Derick. No closure for me. It just made Derick bully me more secretively, away from the security cameras and the prying eyes of other students.

I dumped the soapy water out of my backpack and shook it before leaving it on the marble kitchen countertop to dry. There was the sound of a key in the front door, the click of a latch, and then the click clack of high heels coming around the corner. I sighed inwardly. Tiffany was home early. Another thing I didn’t want to deal with.

My stepmom came around the corner and I could tell she was in a foul mood. What else was new? She dropped her purse onto the counter nearest the door and stopped suddenly, her blue eyes flicking from the soaking wet backpack to the greasy textbooks to my morose appearance. She furrowed her brow.

“Eww, get this off my clean counters,” Tiffany said, poking at one of my dirty textbooks.

Her pretty face was set in a scowl and she used the back of one finger to swipe at the lock of blonde hair that had escaped her bun. She wore a silver blouse and a matching pencil skirt that emphasized her petite figure. A tiny black and silver belt wound around her slim waist. The silver heels gave her an extra two inches of height but still left her at least half a head shorter than me.

“I’m cleaning it, I’ll take care of it,” I replied sullenly, a hint of whine in my voice that I couldn’t quite control.

“Ugh. Whatever, I can’t deal with this right now. Just make sure you leave the counters clean.”

“Why? So you can use them to not cook on?” I shot back.

My stepmom was a famously terrible cook. Why on earth she needed such a huge kitchen with all the fanciest appliances boggled the mind. Like everything with Tiffany, it was all about appearances. Hell, appearances were her whole job. She was vice president of marketing at an “innovention” company—whatever the hell that meant—so it was all about how things could be made appealing to the general public to buy. It extended to her personal life, where she was sweet as could be to me when my dad was around but the mask came off in the privacy of our home. Correction. Her home. My dad had left it to her in his will. A fact she never failed to remind me of.

I didn’t understand what my dad had seen in Tiffany. Maybe he’d been blinded by her beauty? Because (I had to grudgingly admit) she was gorgeous. A petite, blonde firecracker.

“Excuse me?!” Tiffany said, her icy blue eyes cold with fury.

“Nothing,” I mumbled, grabbing my textbooks and tossing them into my still-soggy backpack to take upstairs. “Derick was fucking with me again today but I don’t expect you give a shit.”

As I brushed past her she remarked: “Maybe if you weren’t such a sissy he wouldn’t mess with you.”

My cheeks flushed red with anger and embarrassment. The choice of words was intentional. When I was younger I used to sneak into my stepmom’s closet and try on her clothes. I would stand in front of her full length closet mirror in heels that were too big and a dress that didn’t billow out or hug the right places but I would imagine that it did.

The first time Tiffany caught me I claimed it was just curiosity and she seemed to let it go. The second time she caught me I had no such excuse. She kept an eye on me after that. Even when I pulled the laundry out of the dryer she was there with a snide remark like “Make sure you grab the right panties, sissy boy.” She needn’t have worried because I soon grew too big to fit into her clothes. My feet grew too long, belly too tubby, arms too thick. I was a beefy guy with a thick body and a wide face with a mop of unruly brown hair. There was nothing pretty about me.

I stopped crossdressing but I never stopped imagining what it would be like to be a woman. Even just for a day. To be pretty. Dainty. Wanted.

I turned to my stepmom, my soggy backpack slung over one shoulder. “Who hurt you to make you so mean?”

She snorted and grabbed a wine glass. “I never wanted kids,” she said, as she opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of white to pour into her glass. “You were part of the package. A little, snotty kid. Maybe if you’d been a real man instead of a pussy I wouldn’t have minded so much. But I was willing to overlook you because I loved your dad so much.”

“Loved him or his money?” I said.

She sipped her wine and glared at me coldly. “Two weeks,” she said.

“Two weeks what?”

“Consider this your eviction notice. You’re eighteen. An adult. So I don’t have to deal with this shit in my own home anymore. I want you out in two weeks.”

“What?”

“And you should be grateful I’m even giving you notice. Where’s my ‘thank you’?”

God, I wanted to smack that smug smile off her face. But I couldn’t do it. Violence wasn’t in my nature. My stepmom had a mean streak I couldn’t hope to match.

“Here’s your ‘thank you’,” I said, flipping her off.

“You just lost a week, sissy. One week and then you’re out of here. Maybe Derick will let you stay with him. He can build you a doghouse because you’re already his bitch.” I felt tears burning my eyes and stomped upstairs to my room. I slammed the door and dropped the backpack on the floor, wiping my face angrily. What the fuck was I going to do?

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