This choice: “Fine, I’ll swap you back.” • Go Back...Chapter #5“Fine, I’ll swap you back.” by: Unknown “Fine, I’ll swap you whining whores back.” Megan roller her eyes with contempt- some people just didn’t appreciate the new opportunities they were given. Suddenly, her phone began beeping incessantly, demanding she answer with it’s screeching drone. Crap, she thought as she pushed her way past her roommates and dived headfirst into her messy pile of clothes. She threw a couple of belongings over her shoulder before finally settling on a simple black tee and ripped denim jeans.
“Um, aren’t you gonna swap us back?,” Kelly asked quietly as Megan rummaged through her assorted shoe collection. Megan sighed loudly, ignoring Kelly as she selected a simple pair of sneakers and running down the stairs haphazardly, taking 2 steps down each time. “I totally forgot,” Megan blurted our in the midst of slipping on her leather jacket and trying to fix up some toast for her breakfast, “Mum’s taking me for some ’girl’s day out’ with Kourtney. Normally I’d refuse or reschedule but I think my mum’s catching onto my excuses. Plus, I get to practice my new powers without YOU GUYS moaning about swapping you back.”
“But what about... THIS?!” Lindsay looked down towards her voluptuous trophy-wife curves before motioning towards the buff male bod now situated underneath Kelly’s petite, Oriental face.
“Chill out, Kell! Don’t worry, I’m coming back here afterwards and I’ll swap you back then if you want me to, I promise. Postman Paul’s buggered off on his route anyway and Ms Jensen’s gone back into her home so there’s nothing we can do right now. In the meantime, just enjoy the experience; you never know, you could have some SERIOUS fun in THOSE bodies.” Megan winked as she pulled open the door and waved to her awaiting mother and sister before hopping in the back of the car.
“So,” Lindsay said, “this is actually happening: Megan’s got ‘trait-swapping’ powers and we’re stuck on two random people’s heads from our neighbourhood. What a day so far...”
“Wanna play Brash Bros?”
Lindsay shrugged. A couple minutes later and they were both sat on a sofa together, mashing the buttons wildly as they battled all manner of wild and zany characters from the game. Although playing together would be a normal occurrence for them on a lazy Saturday, they both faced their own personal predicament due to their new body- Kelly possessed a very competitive character (which is fairly normal in its own right) but she took competition to a new level- as she played she felt Paul’s meaty schlong rise up yet again, the feeling of winning giving her a strange sort of erotic pleasure.
Lindsay meanwhile had her own problems while playing. She knew that when some people reached a certain stage in life their libido increased, however, she wasn’t ready for the overwhelming sexual urges that suddenly came into her mind. Definitely a nympho, she thought. One of the most shocking, yet appealing, fantasies that sprung to her mind was of Kelly plunging her new manmeat into her middle-aged snatch. She shook her head as it popped back into her mind again- no, Kelly was her best friend, nothing more. ”Hurry up and swap us back, Megan,” she thought desperately.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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