Angelica is a bodyhopper who chances upon a shy young man who needs to build his confidence, so she possesses his body to help him out in Boy Toy, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.
Angelica can hop bodies, switching into someone else like others change clothes. She’s in one of her favorites – a local punk rock chick named Vikki – when she meets Steve. He’s good looking, funny and shy, and when Angelica pulls him into her bed she discovers he’s an amazing lover but struggles with anxiety.
So she hops him and takes control of his body with the aim of improving his confidence.
With the help of her friend, Trey, who can also hop bodies, she pilots Steve around the city to teach him the art of pickup by example. While Trey hops the hottest women he can find, Angelica flirts with them, feeding her confidence into Steve’s mind.
Angelica has no problem using Steve’s body to pleasure whoever Trey brings her, while enjoying her own new equipment at the same time. She figures she may as well enjoy Steve’s form while she has it, and teach him a few new tricks that he can use on the real Angelica when she hops out.
The applause started even before the last chord of my electric guitar began to fade away. At the final drum hit, I flicked my head to toss my long, blonde hair out of my face before pumping my slender fist at the crowd that had jammed into the small club to listen.
“Thank you very much! We love you!” I said, my voice booming through the speakers.
“We love you, Vikki!” Someone shouted back at me through the rapturous roar.
The guitar still hanging around my neck, I made my way towards the backstage, followed by the other two girls in the band, Kris and Kat. I stopped to blow one final kiss to the crowd, soaking in their excitement and adulation before disappearing down the small flight of stairs to the green room.
I collapsed onto the lumpy leather couch, the silver bracelets on my arm jingling as I did so. I stretched, my slender breasts pressing against the grey sleeveless top.
“That was awesome tonight,” Kat said.
“Yeah,” Kris agreed. “Hot crowd.”
“Hot crowd nothing,” I said. “We kicked ass.”
My hair fell into my face and I flicked my head to clear it away. The asymmetric cut of my hair meant that it constantly fell down over one eye in a way that looked hot as hell but was annoying to deal with. It was just as well I wasn’t planning on dealing with it much longer. Though I always loved being in Vikki’s body, it was almost time to move out of her and resume my own life.
And what a body. What a life. Vikki was slender, with tight curves including the cutest little ass plus legs for days. Lively and outgoing. The life of the party. So much better than being plain little me. And she had a nose ring, a bunch of ear piercings, and a tattoo running the length of one arm. How cool was that? (I wasn’t in her body when she got those because I hate pain.)
As a bodyhopper, I changed bodies like other women changed outfits. Not feeling good about myself today? Hop someone who looks better. Sad? Hop someone happy. On my period? Definitely find another body to break up the awfulness. I kept tabs on a string of people whose lives I enjoyed returning to whenever I felt down.
Kris tossed me a bottle of beer from the cooler that someone had placed beneath the changing room mirror and I guzzled it gratefully. I’d worked up a sweat out there onstage. Adrenaline from singing in front of a crowd combined with adrenaline from using the skills of someone else’s body. Vikki was fully awake inside her own head and thought that everything I made her do was something she chose to do. Much easier to tap into skills that way, especially things like singing and playing guitar, two skills I was missing entirely.
“You chicks rock,” I said, toasting Kris and Kat with my half empty beer bottle.
They laughed and drank. I was feeling slightly maudlin knowing that this was our last gig together for a while. Well, their last gig with “me”. The past week of being Vikki was awesome but it was time to move on. If I stayed in any one body for too long I risked melding with them and losing the ability to hop out. Being a bodyhopper was to be in constant motion, balancing my need to step into other’s lives with making sure my own life didn’t implode. I could come back to bodies and I maintained a stable of mounts. Not a literal stable but I had favorites I returned to, rotating through them every now and then while also jealously guarding them from any other hoppers which, admittedly, were exceedingly rare. I never knew what I was going to find coming back into their lives. That was part of the delight.
I’d only ever met two others like me. Both originally men. Neither one of them particularly careful with their borrowed lives. They hopped women, men and nonbinary alike, having their fun with their new mounts before moving on. I took more care, cultivating my mounts. Caring about their lives before, during and after my arrival. My mounts were my closest friends and I knew every intimate detail about them, though they knew nothing about me. Didn’t even know I existed. Trey thought that was sad but then he was one of the assholes. Sometimes he would put his mounts to sleep so they didn’t see what he did with their bodies. Other times he would leave them awake and aware as he had his fun, forcing him to do things they would never do on their own.
I was gabbing with the others about the show, gushing about how awesome Kris was on the drums and how incredible Kat had been on bass when we were interrupted by a knock on the door. Whoever it was immediately swung it open without waiting for a response from us. Ben stood framed in the doorway. He wore a leather jacket, his black hair slicked back greaser-style, his arms wide.
“Great show,” he said.
“Baby!” I squealed, jumping off the couch and into Ben’s arms, leaning into Vikki’s natural enthusiasm.
I crushed my lips against his and we kissed as he held me aloft, his hands on my glorious borrowed ass. I ran my fingers through his hair as we made out until Kat spoke up from behind.
“Maybe we should leave you two alone,” she said.
Ben released me and I stepped back, my cheeks flushing red.
“She’s just got too much love to give,” Ben teased and I elbowed him.
“Let’s go get our fucking drink on!” Kris said, wiggling her hips.
“I’ll catch up with you out there,” I said.
“Uh huh,” Kat replied, with a knowing wink.
They left me and Ben alone in the green room.
“One last fuck for old time’s sake?” Ben grinned roguishly. He was no more Ben than I was Vikki. Trey was piloting him around. Anything to get close to me.
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