Body Swap_(2)

I was an average guy: I was fit and athletic, but not buff, with brown, shaggy hair. Also, in my late teenaged years, I still had a lustful mind. Even my sister had been the center of my sexual thoughts. Shelby, in fact, was my step-sister, and she was one of the hottest girls I had ever met. We were the same age, too.

I do not believe that I exaggerate when I claim that Shelby was gorgeous. She had shoulder-length blond hair, a perfect hourglass figure, a firm butt, a flat stomach, and beautiful C-cup breasts. She had every right to flaunt her body, but she didn’t. She was modest around the house and in public; she never wore anything that revealed too much of her cleavage or too much of her legs. She wasn’t overly-conservative and uptight, but she wasn’t a slut either. She respected herself. One night, however, I violated such self-respect. My hormone-driven curiosity was uncontrollable.

Our parents had already gone to sleep. Routinely, Shelby was taking her nightly bath. Our bathroom was in-between our rooms. One could travel to Shelby’s room from my room via the bathroom or the hallway. I was executing a plan that I had conceived earlier that day: as odd as it may sound, I just wanted to know whether or not Shelby watched porn. Once I heard Shelby climb into the bath water, I knew I was safe. While she occupied herself in the bathroom, I sneaked into her room from the hallway. I didn’t turn her light on because I was afraid she’d see them from under the door.

I quietly sat in her desk chair and wiggled the computer mouse until the screen lit up. Access to the desktop required a password. Firstly, I tried her name, which didn’t work. Secondly, I tried her birthday. Shelby foolishly used her birthday as her password. Now I had access to her desktop. Quickly, I opened her internet browser and viewed her history. The exhilaration of attempting to rapidly dig through her history, knowing that she was just in the room next-door, caused my heart to beat heavily and rapidly. I was even breaking into a mild sweat.

I was fascinated with what I saw at the top of the page. I read to myself the list of recent videos that she had watched: “Squirting blond gets fucked,” “Cute redhead fingers herself,” and “College chick takes huge dick.” The history showed that she spent ten minutes on the last video before going to YouTube, and she had just watched these videos less than fifteen minutes before her bath.

“That was enough time to masturbate,” I thought to myself. “That’s what she was doing!” I opened the video, during which she supposedly fingered herself, to see what she watched. The video showed a brunette girl that lay on a bed getting fucked by a hung guy; she moaned and squirted when she came. Her dirty mind was incredibly exciting to me. The thought of my step-sister being sexually intrigued developed a bulge in my boxer shorts.

I continued searching through her history and discovered that she watched these videos just about every night before her bath. And every set of videos had one in particular that she watched longer than the rest, presumably a video to wank to. I opened another video entitled “French girl fingers herself.” It opened, but I suddenly heard a noise from the bathroom. I quickly tried to close the tab, but the bathroom door opened, and Shelby walked into the room.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Shelby shouted. Unable to respond, I sat and looked at her. She wore a white bathrobe and had apparently exited the tub without my noticing.

She exclaimed, “What the fuck are you looking at?” She turned on the lights.

I glanced back at the computer screen, on which a girl sat in a reclined chair with a vibrator. “Are you going through my history?” She shouted. Still, I said nothing.

“Get the fuck out of here,” she demanded. I stood up and attempted to leave the room.

“You’re a fucking pervert. You’re a weird,” she cried after noticing the bulge in my boxer shorts.

I quickly escaped her room and retreated to mine. I lay on my bed contemplating what had just happened. Strangely, I felt no remorse for what I had done. I only regretted getting caught. I should’ve waited until she wasn’t home at all. I feared to face her the next day, but I was confident she wouldn’t tell anybody since she would have to admit that she watched porn.

I pulled the covers over myself; I lay for quite a while but was unable to fall asleep. The thoughts of Shelby masturbating continually filled my mind. I slid my hand under the covers and into my underwear and gripped my still-erect cock. I stroked up and down, and after what felt like less than one minute, I came in my boxers, then fell asleep shortly thereafter.

I felt disoriented when I woke up. My vision was blurry, and my head hurt. The room was dimly lit by the morning sun peeking through the blinds. After a few seconds, though, I came to my senses and was bewildered when I realized I was in Shelby’s room.

“Why the hell am I in Shelby’s room?” I thought to myself trying to make sense of the situation. “And where is Shelby?”

Suddenly, I became conscious of how unusual my body felt. I noticed the hair on my head was reaching down and touching my shoulders. As I sat up, I noticed that my chest felt heavy. I placed my hand on my chest to examine the strange feeling, and I was horrifically shocked when I felt something soft and squishy. I sprang out from under the covers and turned on the lights. I stood facing the mirror in complete, unprecedented surprise.

The reflection in the mirror wasn’t mine; it was Shelby’s without any clothes. But I looked down and saw that my body was different. I even tried moving around, but the new body followed me and obeyed every command of my mind. I slowly became aware that what I was seeing was undoubtedly happening. I ran my hands across my body: my skin was smooth, my face was soft, the muscles I was building were gone, my ears were pierced, and my hair was long. Most apparent, however, were the C-cup breasts my chest was now boasting with brown, quarter-sized nipples in the middle. I grabbed the breasts, moved them around, and examined their flexibility and spring-like quality.

Then I moved my hand moved to my pelvic region. My dick and my balls, which were once surrounded by a patch of black pubic hair, were replaced with a shaven pussy. I ran my fingers over my new pussy; the area felt to be lacking a serious amount of volume. The skin was silky and seamless as if she had shaven the night before.

“My dick is gone,” I thought to myself. I flew out of her room, ran through the bathroom, and tried to open my door. It was locked. I banged on the door and shouted, “Shelby!” I was startled when I heard that my voice was high-pitched and fragile. I waited for a moment, but after hearing no response, I banged again. “Shelby! Open the door!”

“What do you want?” a male’s voice said from the room. Before I could respond, the male’s voice uttered, “What the FUCK!” and then I heard a crashing sound as if the disoriented voice fell to the floor. “What the FUCK,” I heard again, over, and over. After a few seconds, the door flew open. There stood me as if I were looking into a mirror – but it wasn’t me. It was my body, but it was occupied by Shelby.

She stood equally as confused as me. “You…you…you’re in my body!’ she stuttered. In a masculine voice. “What did you do!” she shouted at me. I replied in my feminine voice, “I didn’t do anything! Why do you assume that I did this?”

“You invaded my privacy last night,” she argued. What did you do to switch bodies?”

“I didn’t do anything. How the hell would I pull something like this off,” I questioned.

She started at me. “Why are you naked?” she asked. I replied, “This is how I woke up!”

“Get in here before our parents hear us,” she demanded.