This choice: Whoops. Should have seen that coming. • Go Back... "That was dumb," you think to yourself, but for some reason, you actually say it out loud. "Huh," you say again to yourself. Your body feels light, and no matter how hard you try to steady yourself, your limbs and head seem to float around on your own. You've never felt like this before, you don't even know what kind of drug you've placed yourself under the influence of, but it's affecting your thinking already. "Crap, I wasn't looking when I went to switch bodies with Harrison and must have gotten whoever this is instead."
After you say that out loud, Harrison, who is right next to you looks at you oddly for a moment, and then grins. "I don't know what you're talking about, girl, but I know one thing." He leans in close, and whispers. "It's turning me the fuck on. Let's go." With that, Harrison's arms slip under your legs and behind your back and he's carrying you off into the bedroom to do out his fantasies on you. You try to tell him otherwise, but it just seems to turn him on even more.
As he's carrying you off, you spot your body behind the couch. It goes wide-eyed when it sees you, and covers its mouth when it realizes where you're going, what you're going to do, and who with. You mouth the word, "Help," but say it aloud due to your total lack of inhibition. Harrison doesn't care.
Arriving in a bedroom, Harrison flops you onto the bed and closes the door behind himself. There's a mirror over the dresser, and for the first time, you get a look at who you are. Curly brown hair, ending in tips dyed pink. Thin arms, tiny breasts. A cute blue dress down to your knees and polka-dotted tights on your legs. Your feet were bare, as your shoes had gotten lost somewhere along the way. You rub your nylon encased legs up and down, and find yourself getting turned on yourself as the cool air hits those legs. "I'm Megan Defranco! I switched bodies with that girl."
The next thing you know, Harrison is on top of you. His cloths are already gone, and a big sausage is slapped on top of your belly. You squeem a little. "I'm Caster Troy! I'm Caster Troy! I don't know how you found out about my secret fetish, Megan Defranco, but I'm going to give you what you deserve." | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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