Swap Therapy

Swap therapy was quickly becoming the fastest growing field of psychology since the Great Shift struck, designed to help shift victims adjust to the new body and identity they landed in, especially for the more extreme cases. Felix was in class when the shift struck, placing the teen boy into the mature body of one of his school’s administrators down the hall. While most of his classmates had ended up in each others’ bodies, in an instant he had gone from dozing off in history class to staring down at a clipboard in the hallway, the distracting sight of Ms. Lowe’s generous bust obscuring his view. Felix had been an early adopter, making great strides in accepting and even enjoying aspects of his post-shift life, but as he looked out onto the beach in front of him, he was starting to worry he had bit off more than he could chew.

He looked down at the checklist on his notes app, homework from his last swap therapy session. The first part he had already completed - His therapist had asked him to write down four things the old owner of his body had done that he hadn’t. It wasn’t until he had already finished when she gave him the second part of the challenge: Before their next session, his homework was to complete as many things on the list as he could. The second part was proving to be more difficult. 

The first two items he had gotten through with a little difficulty. Wear a dress in public: Check. Thankfully he didn’t have to buy one, Ms. Lowe had gifted him most of her old wardrobe, dresses, underwear and all after the shift. She didn’t exactly need it anymore with the football player’s body she ended up in. He had gone out of his comfort zone and picked one of her more revealing ones, a sundress that tried and failed to hide his body’s generous cleavage. Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, he also put on a simple face of makeup before he went out, following along with a youtube tutorial as he highlighted his new face’s eyes and lips.

As it turned out, being a hot woman in public  wasn’t exactly so bad. Felix decided on a quick trip to the mall to pick up some essentials, pushing himself to be open to the experience. Sure, he had to adjust to the fact that a woman like he was now got a lot of attention he had never gotten as a man, but surprisingly, he didn’t mind. Maybe it was the fact that it still felt so new to him, but seeing strangers sneak glances at him was starting to feel a little exciting - They didn’t see a teenage boy in front of them, but a mature, attractive woman. And judging by the way he found himself discreetly returning a few of those looks, clearly his body hadn’t changed its preferences just because someone else was in it. On a whim, he slipped into a clothing store and bought a bathing suit, his face tinged with embarrassment that the one he was most drawn to was a bikini that hardly looked like more than underwear. It was one of the few things Ms. Lowe hadn’t left him, and besides, he thought, he’d need one if he ever wanted to finish his checklist.

Which brought Felix back to the present, in a taxi outside the beach resort he had booked a night at. He looked down nervously at the last two items on the list. Go to the beach in a bikini: Check. Or at least, it would be the second he stepped out of the car. That left only one item on the list: Have sex with a man. He had written it down almost as a joke, as something he knew he’d never do, but as he went further down the list, his eyes kept getting drawn to that last item. The joke didn’t seem so funny when he realized how easy it could be, how good it could feel to take his new body as his own and give it what it so clearly wanted. He had to admit, he had fantasized about Ms. Lowe before, and having access to every inch of her body had only intensified that desire. Only now it wasn’t sex with her that he craved, it was sex AS her. To be handled by someone bigger than him, stronger than him, and a lot more masculine than him. As he scanned the beach for options, Felix smiled. It took him until now to realize the nervous energy running through his body wasn’t fear, it was excitement.