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  “Uh-uh, no way you’re wearing that out. Go upstairs and change or you’re not going.” Michelle sighed, exasperated at the argument she felt like she’d already been through with her daughter a million times. Melanie rolled her eyes in annoyance.  “Are you kidding? this is like totally normal? It’s literally just going to be girls there too, I’m not walking out wearing grandma clothes just because you’re insecure about it!” Michelle rubbed her fingers over her temple, not about to rehash another one of these conversations. “Just find a top with a little less cleavage please, then you can go. Call me if you need me to pick you up later.” Melanie’s face lit up. “Deal! Don’t wait up!” It was weird to even think about, let alone witness, but even weirder was how quickly Michelle was adapting to the new situation she’d found herself in. Her older brother, a man brushing on 40 and previously twice her size was now legally her daughter. It had started two years ago when the 16 year ol...

“What the fuck are you doing in my house??” Jack turned, shocked to see someone in the bathroom doorway that he hadn’t expected for another day and a half at least: His girlfriend, back home early from her work trip. “Oh fuck, uhhh… I can explain, I know how this looks but i promise you there’s a-“ Erica scoffed, cutting him off. Yeah? cause it looks like you’re the bitch that’s been sleeping with my boyfriend behind my back. Oh god, get out, get out right now. I knew Jack was cheating on me, all that bullshit about those bras i found stuffed in the back of the closet being left over from whoever lived here before. They were probably yours, weren’t they?? Jack’s protest fell on deaf ears as his girlfriend practically forced the strange woman in her bathroom down the hall and out the back door, slamming it behind him as soon as he was clear. No luck. Jack leaned against the doorframe, attempting to come up with an explanation that would actually get him back in the house as the breeze p...

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...

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...

“What’s going on?” Ashley asked a girl she vaguely recognized from class, pushing herself to the front of the group to see the note written on the door of the lecture hall. “Didn’t you hear? Professor Thompson quit a couple days ago. I think he, like, left the country or something. God, i heard his family’s really rich, he’s probably on a yacht or something while we’re stuck studying for exams!” The girl pouted jokingly. “What? No, you’re joking, right?” Ashley responded, still in disbelief. “I know, right? I need to study or i’m totally gonna fail even if there’s a sub for the rest of the year!” The girl laughed, turning to walk away. “At least class is canceled today though!” Ashley froze, trying to process the news in her head. This couldn’t be real. Why had he done that? how long had he been planning to drop everything and leave? A few days ago, she WAS professor Thompson. Technically still was, at least in spirit. When his TA had came to him with a spell to swap bodies for a few d...

“God, this is so fucked!” Nadia moaned, pacing around her apartment like a storm ready to strike the first target she laid her eyes on. “And you’re sure you didn’t do anything weird to cause this?” “Do i look like I know how to swap bodies?” Joe responded, affronted by her accusation. “Besides, even if i could, why would I pick you?” He continued, crossing his arms awkwardly over his chest. “What do we do? do we tell people?” “Are you crazy? “Hey mom, I know it’s your neighbor down the hall talking to you, but i’m actually your teenage son?” They’d think you’re having some kind of psychological episode before they’d believe us.” Nadia laughed, humorlessly. “You need to fix this. Soon.” “Well my parents are gonna expect me and my body home any minute now for dinner, what am I supposed to do now?” Nadia sighed. “God, okay you little brat, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’ll go to your place and pretend i have a stomachache or something so i don’t have to eat dinner with your miserable paren...

Ever since Eric had come into possession of the Medallion of Zulu, he had been using it as an escape from his daily life. All it took was touching the medallion to a piece of clothing worn by someone else, and it could change his body into a perfect replica of whoever had worn it last. He worked from home most days, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to spend days at a time as someone else: Friends, neighbors, anybody whose clothes he could get his hands on. So much so, that his usual bodies had started to get boring. He needed to step up his game if he wanted to keep the excitement fresh, and he had the perfect idea to spice it up: A game he liked to call vacation roulette.   The rules were simple: He booked a flight somewhere, brought nothing but his ID and the clothes on his back, and swiped a piece of unclaimed luggage off the carousel on his way out the airport. After he checked into his hotel, all he had to do was press the medallion onto some clothing from the suitcase, and he h...

“Oh shit…” Kevin’s smile froze on his face as he reached his car only to find the back window shattered and its contents clearly gone through. “Shit, shit, shit, this can’t be happening!” He shouted as he ran to unlock the door, frantically searching the backseat for the only thing in there he cared about, a small duffel bag with an ornate medallion inside of it, but it was no use. The bag was gone, stolen by some petty thief who had no idea the magnitude of the find he had just lucked into. Kevin had found the medallion weeks ago, a recent come-up at a thrift store that had caught his eye. It hadn’t been until he got home and accidentally turned into a copy of his roommate that he truly realized the power of what he had just bought. The medallion, when pressed into one’s hand along with a piece of clothing, was able to transform the holder into a perfect copy of whoever had last worn those clothes, using up its power for the next twelve hours or so before it was able to be used again....

Ken groaned as he saw the text message from Allison flash on his phone. “Status update!” Reluctantly, he found the closest mirror and took a selfie, sending to her. He waited for what seemed like ages, staring hesitantly at the dancing bubbles on his screen that indicated she was typing before Allison’s message finally came through. “Good job on the makeup today, Kate! you pass” Ken’s heart rate fell as he let out a sigh of relief before it froze in his throat at the sight of another text popping up - “I think i’m getting tired of the tomboy look though, tomorrow i want to see you in a skirt and something that shows off your boobs, i made them big for a reason you know!”  “Oh, and don’t forget to smile next time, we wouldn’t want anyone thinking you didn’t love being a woman, right?” He could sense the thinly veiled threat in her words, the same as always, but as long as she held all the power, all he could do was smile and bear it. He remembered the last time he had disobeyed one ...