“ … and we are getting spotty reports of the same even happening all over the globe,” reported a burly, bearded man in a janitor’s overalls, “At the moment official information is hard to come by, but we are advising everyone to stay indoors and to stay put if at al possible.” I absent-mindedly played with my new, long, black hair as the news anchor rolled on with the news. “People on social media are reporting having swapped bodies with people just next to them and even as far as other countries. The government has yet to make a public statement, but we will keep you updated as soon as we get more concrete reports into the newsroom. We will be going off the air for a short time while we sort things here at the studio. Again, please stay indoors if at all possible and be safe. This is Carmen Puentes, signing off for now,” the formerly female anchor reported before the logo for the station filled the screen.
I hadn’t noticed Christy walk over from the kitchen, but she was now standing right behind the couch with a couple of large sandwiches on a tray. She looked like she’d seen a ghost. “This is real, isn’t it?” she asked, still staring blankly at the screen. I got up and walked over to her, you looking up at her since she was probably about a foot taller than me now. I hadn’t been especially tall before, but Christy’s original body must be about 5’1” or 5’2” at most. Without a word I lightly pushed her towards the couch and we both sat down; I placed the sandwiches she made on the table in front of us. “Yeah, I guess we’re not the only ones,” I said softly, holding her large, warm hand to comfort her. “I had hoped this was some kind of crazy dream, that I could just play along and then I’d wake up and be back in my body,” she said, looking at me as if really seeing me for the first time.
“What are we going to do?” she continued, “I don’t know, the news said to stay put, if this is happening all over I would think it has to be chaos out there. At least we didn’t switch into someone who was driving or something like that,” I replied. “Yeah, that’s true. Imagine if you were suddenly switched into someone who was skydiving or rock climbing, that would be scary!”
“That would be really bad!”
“We’re kinda lucky when you think about it,” she looked around at Tony’s place, “ I’m a man now, but at least I didn’t end up in a body like that news lady,” she shivered at the thought. I looked down and although I didn’t feel great about being in a prostitute’s body, I could see how others might have been worse off. I was going through a list of worse situation I could have found myself in when it was my new stomach’s turn to growl. Christy and I looked at each other and laughed again. “Good thing I made us some paninis, it sounds like we’re both hungry,” he chuckled. I could feel my cheeks redden in embarrassment. I leaned over to the table to grab the sandwiches Christy had prepared, and when I sat back the former call girl was openly staring at my chest. My cheeks felt like they were on fire, but at the same time there was something, hmm, enjoyable? Did I like men staring at me like that now?
“Sorry, I didn’t … I …. Err …” she stammered.
“Men!” I said, rolling my eyes in mock exasperation and we both laughed. “Yeah, how do you guys deal with this thing?” she said pointing down at her crotch, “it’s like it has a mind of it’s own.” I looked at where she was pointing and her pants were certainly straining to contain the phallus hidden underneath. My mouth watered as it twitched and I had to force myself to look away. “Oh, just eat your food!” I told her, grabbing one of the sandwiches and taking a bite. “This is really good!” I complimented here, “Thank you. Tony always gets the best stuff. I didn’t know what you would like, but I thought since you’re in my body you might be into the same flavors I liked.”
“Hmm, that makes sense …” I wondered what other tastes and such I might have inherited from her. The two of us talked for a while, trying to get to know one another. I discovered she was a single child, her favorite colour was red, which we had in common, and she’d grown up in a town not far from mine. I learned that it was Tony who had paid for her breast implants and most of her plastic surgery. Christy had several sugar daddies who paid her bills and bought her presents in exchange for spending time with them and sleeping with them at times. Tony had a thing for the “fake look” and he enjoyed getting Christy to go under the knife, “We’d even scheduled for me to get larger implants and some touch ups next month. The last thing I did was the lips.” I brushed my lips with the tip of my long fingernail, “That explains why they’ve felt weird this whole time,” I commented.
It was Christy’s turn to blush, “I’m sorry!” she said, and I could tell she was close to tears again. “Hey! No need to be sorry, I could have done a Lot worse than ending up in the body of a sexy, woman. I have no right to judge you anyways,” I told her, scooting in closer and caressing her cheek slowly. She smiled at me and looked down, by this point she’d finished her panini and I had barely eaten half of mine, “You didn’t like it?”
“It was delicious, I’m already full though. It’s really weird, I’d usually eat like two or three of those, no problem.”
“Yeah, I don’t tend to eat a lot, I can’t afford to be out of shape. I guess you have my appetite now.”
“Or lack thereof,” I relied.
“Well, what should we do now? Tony has a big movie collection, we could watch something to pass the time,” She suggested. “That sounds fun, but let me … first,” you replied.
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