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Mark stretched his arms above his head, feeling the weight of his new breasts shift on his chest as he slipped the tank top over his bra. He paused for a moment, anxiously adjusting the top so just the right amount of cleavage peeked out and checked his makeup in his phone camera one last time. He still had time to cancel, the thought ran through his mind. A single text would be enough, and he could just spend the night in his dorm room like any other. He toyed with the idea, nervously fretting with a strand of hair. A new habit he had picked up in the few months he had been in Sabrina’s body. Had it been that long already? He had realized he was almost halfway through the semester now, something that had seemed ages away when Sabrina had stolen his life at the start of the year, leaving him high and dry in his neighbor’s college-age body while she lived out his life free from the stress of university classes and overbearing parents. The only thing she had left him was a halfhearted ap...

“Ok, relax, we can meet up again after you get off work today but it’s not like we’re gonna find anything new! That storm that swapped our bodies was days ago, so if you have any idea how to make it happen again i’m all ears - And yes, actually, i’ve been completely respectful of your body, and your rules. I’ve literally just been watching tv all day waiting for you to get back. You think i want to be stuck as you any longer than i have to?” Ken smiled as Arielle finally hung up the phone, lazily laying back in bed. “Thank god, i thought she’d never get off the phone. Now… Where was I?” He couldn’t blame her though. Maybe it wasn’t the most ethical thing in the world, but he had practically gone down her post-swap dos and don’ts like a checklist Do: Act like me if you have to talk with anyone. Check. He had a few slip ups at first, but as the days passed he was actually starting to get the hang of pretending to be her. Thankfully, Arielle worked from home and had made up an excuse not ...

Josh sighed, looking around his house for a suitable shirt to wear from his shrinking wardrobe before giving up and taking a seat by the stairs to catch his breath. It had seemed like the perfect opportunity: Work an online job from the US, earn in dollars, and move somewhere in Latin America where the local currency went a lot further. He had even managed to rent out a beautiful house in the historic district of town for a steal after another expat had broken his lease early and moved out unexpectedly. It had been great at first, although, he had been having second thoughts recently. His lease was coming up soon and as much as he was saving money by living in Colombia, he was starting to get worried about how quickly time was flying by. He hadn’t noticed it at first, but now it seemed like entire days would go without him remembering a single thing he’d done. The memory lapses had started about two weeks in, about the same time he started losing weight. It started off small, finding f...

“How are you acting so calm? First i can barely contact you, now you pull up with a smile on your face like there’s nothing wrong! Do i need to remind you that if we don’t track down whoever stole our bodies and left us in these, we might never get our old lives back?” David asked, shocked at his friend’s nonchalant smile across the table. “Wake up dude, This time last week i was up to my eyes in paperwork at the office going nowhere. Now it’s the middle of the workday and I’m having brunch. I’ve never had a chance to get brunch in my life! And once we’re done here, I’m gonna put the bill on someone else’s credit card and go home to my giant house. I don’t know about you, but i’m not trading this in for my old like anytime soon! “Doesn’t your body have a husband? I can’t believe you’re ok with this!! “Grow up dude, being a trophy wife isn’t so bad actually, you wouldn’t believe how much better the sex is from this side anyways. Maybe if you got some dick in your new body you’d start wo...

It was time for Joey to face the truth:   There was nothing stopping him from going home: His Identity was in place, he had regained access to his bank account, he had even received his temporary travel documents in the mail weeks ago as the world slowly returned to a post-shift “normal” around him. He had every opportunity to book a flight back home and return to his old life, but… he hadn’t. And every day he procrastinated it seemed less and less likely that he would.  The Truth was, the Great Shift had landed him in paradise on earth, literally. He had gone to bed in his cramped studio apartment in New York and woken up in a beachside resort in Jamaica in the body of one of its staff members. Seeing as there were no flights off the island, he had managed to negotiate a deal with one of the resort’s owners once the initial shock of waking up in a strange woman’s body had worn off. Tourism had ground to a halt as countries around the world slowly regained control of the situa...

It made his stomach turn just thinking about it. Tom had done everything right: The right grades, the right schools, the right connections. Everything to ensure that he’d be successful, powerful, driven. And all it had taken was one wrong move to bring it all toppling down.   His job had warned him when he signed on for the business trip to Hong Kong. Go to the office, go to the hotel, eat in your room. He had seen the same warnings around the airport as well. A particularly bad outbreak of the Gender Virus had practically ground business to a halt. His company would have pulled out too if the deal wasn’t critical - In fact, the only reason he had been able to go along as a junior associate at all had been because he had taken the place of his manager, who had pulled out at the last minute when he deemed the health risk too high. But Tom had been dying to prove himself. He had actually jumped at the opportunity, desperate to prove himself as a hard worker. He had rolled the dice, a...

Jacob was running out of time. He knew he couldn't keep coming up with excuses to get out of his duties. When the storm had hit his small town, swapping the bodies of anyone unlucky enough to be caught outside at the wrong time , he thought the worst of it was over when he found himself in the body of Melissa, the youth pastor's beautiful new wife. That, at least, he thought he could deal with. But then came the decree. "What passed was an act of God," Pastor James had said in church that Sunday, "And the lord has a plan. Play the role given to you, that is the only road to salvation". The Pastor's word was as good as law within Jacob’s family, and so instead of finding himself packing his bags and leaving for college, as he had planned, he had moved in with Adam, the unshifted youth pastor whose wife's body he now inhabited. And Adam had strong views on how a woman should behave, no matter who she had been in the past. A good wife should obey her hu...