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Copy That (Part 1)

When a young man’s sister threatens to reveal his secret invention to their parents, he makes a split second decision to stop her by using the new machine to copy his friend’s mind into her body in Copy That (Part 1).

Cole is a brilliant young inventor. Too brilliant, really, though his best friend, Dominic, has become adept at translating his high-minded concepts into everyday English.

Ever since Cole’s last invention nearly destroyed the house, Cole’s parents forbade him from working on anything else. So they have no idea that he’s come up with a brand new invention in the basement that can clone a person’s entire mind.

When Cole’s sister, Callie, discovers his invention and threatens to tell their parents, Cole makes a split second decision and zaps a copy of Dominic’s mind into Callie’s body.

Now Dominic has gone from stumpy to sexy, a clone of his mind inhabiting Callie’s incredible body while his original self looks on longingly. While Cole tries to find a way to restore his sister’s mind, the new Callie has to pretend that everything is normal, even though she has none of the original’s memories. But she finds being a woman isn’t so bad. Particularly when her new body is smoking hot, and incredibly sensitive.

Maybe she shouldn’t go back to her dumpy old self just yet. Not when she’s enjoying this body so much.

And Callie’s friends are so hot.

And Cole’s invention is so easy to use.

“Is it booting up now?” Cole asked from where he crouched behind the basement sofa.

Dominic stopped restlessly spinning around in the worn office chair and glanced at the computer monitor.

“Yeah, that did it,” Dominic replied.

Cole rose and brushed the dust and cobwebs off his hands. As the computer booted up, he took off his thick rimmed glasses and tried to clean them on his shirt. But, since his shirt was as filthy as the rest of him, it just moved the smudges around.

Dominic pushed himself back in the office chair so that it rolled across the concrete floor of the basement and came to rest just against the stairs leading up to the house. He spun himself around a few times, idly, before leaning the chair back and walking his feet as far up the wall as he could form his seated position.

“Jesus, Cole, why did you have to cannibalize your game console to do this?” Dominic said, stifling a yawn.

“My parents won’t buy me the necessary components after the little accident with my last invention,” Cole replied, leaning over the keyboard and typing in some commands.

The ‘little accident’ was an electrical overload that fried the fuse box and cause thirty thousand dollars’ worth of damage to his parents’ house. Cole’s parents had come home to find the fire department handling the mess while Cole and Dominic stood outside watching. Cole’s parents had forbid him from any more of his science experiments after that, which was why all of Cole’s equipment was pushed to the corner of the basement with a handy tarp ready to pull over to hide the whole thing.

“You know,” Dominic said, patting his tubby stomach rhythmically. “You could get what is known as a ‘job’ and buy it yourself. Maybe even move out of your parents’ basement?”

“And live with two annoying roommates like you do?”

“We could get a place together. Then I would only have one annoying roommate.”

“Ah, that would be me, would it?”

“You really are a genius,” Dominic grinned, spinning around in his chair again.

“I promise you this will be much better than any game console,” Cole said, as the computer beeped.

Dominic snorted doubtfully and heaved himself out of his seat to stand over Cole’s shoulder. “What is it?”

The computer was scrounged together from spare parts and Cole’s previously awesome gaming console. It connected via a thick bundle of wires to the butchered game console controller. The whole thing was badly duct taped and soldered together.

“It’s a mind swapping device,” Cole said, distracted as he frowned and typed in some more commands. “If I can get this stupid AI to do what I want it to do.”

“A mind swapping device?”

“Yes. A device that can swap minds.”

“Great. Thank you for the clarification,” Dominic sighed. “You think it will work?”

“I know it will work.”

“That’s what you say every time.”

“In the words of one George Michael, you gotta have faith.”

Dominic picked up the controller connected to the computer. It was much heavier now that Cole had attached a big block to the underside of it that held what amounted to a second computer. Dominic tapped some of the buttons and a green laser pointer flickered across the far wall. Dominic turned the controller around to look at where the laser had come from and Cole grabbed the controller from his hand.

“Careful with that,” Cole said. “It could explode.”

It was impossible to tell if Cole was joking or not.

Cole continued typing for a few seconds, then: “I need to load someone’s mind into this thing. Give me your head.”

“What? No. Use your own head.”

“I’m concerned that there will be a capacity mismatch between my intellect and the specifications to which I constructed this array.”

“Are you saying your genius is too big to be contained in that computer?”

“That’s another way of putting it, yes. It won’t hurt. Just come here and stand still.”

Dominic sighed and dutifully went to stand next to Cole. Cole picked up the remote control and aimed the sensor at Dominic’s head.

“Ready?” Cole asked.

There was a low, soft whump.

“Will it hurt?” Dominic said, shutting his eyes.

“I don’t know. Did it hurt?”

When Dominic opened his eyes Cole was looking at the monitor, where a complicated-looking program displayed several wavelengths and a bewildering chart of numbers that Dominic couldn’t make sense of.

“Yes!” Cole nodded with satisfaction. He turned to Dominic and pointed at the monitor. “That’s you.”

Dominic peered at it. “That’s me?”

“Sort of. It’s an exact copy of your conscious cortex activity.”

“So…my brain is in that computer?”

“That’s what I just said.”

“How did you get everything so quickly and without any…I don’t know…surgery or anything?”

“I could explain it to you but the risk of the knowledge exploding your head is too great.”

Again, it was impossible to tell if Cole was joking or not.

“Does that mean that there’s a ‘me’ in the computer?”

Cole shook his head. “No. This is just data. It needs to be mapped on to an existing brain architecture through the judicious use of the zapping appendage.”

“So translated into normie speak, that means you need to target someone with that modified remote control to transfer that copy of my brain into theirs?”

“Precisely. You should help me with the marketing.”

“First thing I’m doing is changing the name of ‘zapping appendage’. Sounds too porn-y.”

“What about insertion generator?”

“No.”

“The penetrator?”

“Now you’re just fucking with me.” “Yeah.” Cole cracked a smile.

Read the rest in Copy That (Part 1).

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Boy Toy

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.

Read the rest on Body Swap Stories.

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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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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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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?”

Read the rest here.

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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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Returning the Favor

Drew gets out of his hardworking life by using a strange device to steal his wife’s seductive body in Returning the Favor.

Drew has hit a dead end. He’s in his mid-forties. Tired of his job. His life. His wife. Melissa is in her late forties and sits at home all day, lost on the internet, barely taking care of the house or him or even herself. Drew can’t even remember the last time they had sex. Though he’s still attracted to her, she shoots him down every time, preferring to nag him over every little thing rather than become intimate.

Drew’s only happiness is with his online role-playing partner. Together, they act out their body swapping fantasies where Drew pretends to steal his wife’s body and improve her life while having some intimate time with his partner along the way. Too bad it could never actually happen.

Until the day his role-playing partner reveals he found a scientific device that claims to do just that.

Intrigued and desperate, Drew uses it to steal his wife’s body while leaving his old body an empty husk. Inside his wife’s body, he sets to work repairing her relationship with her friends and getting herself back in shape. All the while he takes the time to enjoy the pleasure of his new body, and reward his role-playing partner for the opportunity.

But even with his new life, Drew is still missing something: youth. So he embarks on a plan to swap again for a younger model.

The taxi pulled up the driveway of Drew’s house. As the driver got out to retrieve the bags from the trunk, Drew sat in the back seat with his eyes closed for another few seconds. Exhausted from his flight and mentally preparing himself for his wife’s reception, Drew only opened his eyes after the driver cleared his throat a few times. He paid the driver and stood near the front stoop as the taxi reversed down the driveway of Drew’s modest two-story suburban home and disappeared down a road surrounded on either side by almost identical modest two-story houses.

Jetlag got worse with every trip. Maybe it was Drew’s age that made it so. At 43, he couldn’t just shrug off a bad night’s sleep anymore. The prescription for liquid melatonin—and a business class seat—helped him get through each flight, but he still awoke at every destination with a crick in his neck and a throbbing pain down his back. In the three years since he’d become Executive Director at a large auto parts company, he’d been sent all over the country. Often multiple times a year. Travelling was a young man’s game and, not for the first time, Drew thought about quitting. He was nowhere near the age where he could tap into his retirement, plus it would mean their medical coverage would lapse. Then his wife, Melissa, would have to get a job.

Boy, they’d had that conversation enough in the past year to last a lifetime.

Drew pulled up the handle of his suitcase and bumped it up the porch steps. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside and was greeted by no one and nothing. They didn’t have a dog who would have been overjoyed to see him. All the kids and stepkids were fully grown and had moved out. Even Melissa didn’t even bother to come see who was at the door and she had no excuse.

Drew could hear the television on in the living room from where he stood. Some woman was bitching about another woman, all undercut by overly dramatic music. Another one of Melissa’s dreadful Real Housewives shows.

He closed the door and dragged his suitcase down the hall. It opened up onto the living room, the stairs to his right. Melissa was sitting in the dark brown leather couch across from the television, her face in profile to him. Her thick red glasses were perched on her nose and she jabbed at her phone every now and then, chatting with some strangers online about something. It was exactly the same position she’d been in when he’d left. Maybe even down to the same plain tee shirt and jeans. Except for the fact that the house was neater and tidier than he left, it was entirely possible that she hadn’t moved the entire week. She certainly didn’t look up as he came in.

“Hey, honey,” Drew said, as he came up to give her a kiss on the cheek.

She jumped at the sound of his voice and turned to face him so that his kiss landed awkwardly on her nose.

“Oh, Drew,” she said, bringing a hand to her chest. “You scared the heck out of me. I didn’t know you were coming home so soon. You should have texted me.”

“I did,” he said, trying to keep his tone level. It was depressing how little she noticed him these days. And when she did notice him, it was usually to nag.

She scrolled up through her phone. “Oh, yes, you did. Well, if I didn’t reply then you know I didn’t read it so you should have sent another one.”

Somehow it was his fault she hadn’t get the message. He knew that any retort would just escalate but he couldn’t help himself. He was jetlagged and exhausted and she didn’t even seem to care that he was back.

“You know,” Drew began, against his better judgement, “Maybe if you’d turn off this dumb show once in a while you might get your husband’s messages.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’ve been back two minutes and already you’re going at my choices.”

How the hell did she turn it around on him? It was no wonder she couldn’t hold a job. She’d quit her last job out of ‘stress’ and refused to get another one, telling him how people in the office were so spiteful and out to stab each other in the back. Drew suspected it was her attitude, which had grown worse over the years. How had the lovely-but-strict woman he’d know over the years lost so much of the lovely but kept so much of the strict?

Nowadays her job was to stay home and look after the house and herself. She looked after the house well enough but herself only sporadically. Her weight tended to yo-yo depending on her mood, which dictated how often she went to the gym. She was in a slimmer phase now, having lost the few sizes she’d gained last year. At 46 years old she was a little soft around the middle and her butt had rounded out yet Drew still thought of it as totally grabbable. Though she never let him grab it these days. Her breasts hung down heavy and low on her chest, and they jiggled hypnotically when she rocked back and forth. At least, that’s what Drew assumed. He hadn’t seen them in a while.

She’d lost all interest in sex about six years ago, leaving Drew to have to take care of himself. She seemed completely uninterested in working on any issues she may have had. Completely uninterested in everything, in fact, except for that fucking show and her goddamn phone that was practically glued to her hand.

“There’s a package for you in the bedroom,” she said dismissively, turning back to her show.

Alex’s package! It was here! Drew stopped arguing and hurried upstairs, his heart suddenly thudding fast. It was a chance to change everything.

The one good thing that had come out of Melissa’s disappearing interest in sex was that Drew had become online friends with a guy named Alex. Drew didn’t remember how he found the online forum where he met Alex. He’d been following the rabbit hole of other blogs. Blogs about men becoming women. Captions. Body swap stories.

Somehow it led to the forum where he found Alex, who was looking for someone to roleplay with and they became regular partners. Usually it was Drew roleplaying becoming his wife because, despite everything, he was still attracted to her. He would give up his thinning hair and his craggy face and his long, lean body in a heartbeat to take over Melissa’s busty form, grab her bouncy butt and run his hands through her curly hair. Both the hair on her head and in between her legs. He roleplayed about being in Melissa’s body and going to visit Alex, giving Melissa to him and enjoying her pleasure as he made her body do the most degrading things. Things Melissa herself would never do. Things Drew would never dare ask for even if they were still having sex.

Drew and Alex got to know each other gradually through their shared body swapping kink. The roleplay eventually opened up to discussions on their real lives. Two weeks before Drew had left for his last work trip, Alex had dropped a bomb on him.

Wouldn’t it be amazing if there was some way to swap bodies in real life? Drew wrote to Alex one night as Melissa lay asleep in front of the TV.

Well… Alex replied. What would you do if there was?

I’d do what we just did. Become my wife and bring her to you.

There was a long pause and Drew thought Alex had gone to bed when his reply came.

What if I told you there was a way to do it in real life?

Read the rest in Returning the Favor.