\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
Path to this Chapter:
Related Stories:
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/2213777-Head-SwapFor-Life/cid/3064761-Meanwhile-in-Gretas-room
Item Icon
\"Reading Printer Friendly Page Tell A Friend
No ratings.
Rated: 13+ · Interactive · Erotica · #2213777
You Head Swap for Life. Extra points for Good Chapters
This choice: Meanwhile in Greta's room.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #6

Meanwhile in Greta's room.

    by: Fares002 Author IconMail Icon
Sitting down on her bed, defeated, hands in her lap. Greta stared at her hands. “No! These aren’t my hands! They aren’t,” she berated herself mentally. She continued to stared at her hands in her lap, tears started to slowly roll down her cheeks.

This was the first moment she was able to process what exactly happened to herself and brother. Bringing her hands up to eye level she took a good look at them. “They look so big to me,” thought Greta. Greta noticed the arm hair on her forearms and scanned her now more masculine arms. Her eyes moved to her flat chest and then to her stomach. “Wow, they feel so much stronger and robust than my normal chest, even if my breasts aren’t attached to me,” Greta thought absent-mindedly. She couldn’t help but touch her stomach.

“Even feels stronger,’ thought Greta, giving a sigh. Her hands flowed down to her newly found hips. ‘Well, this is different. My hips, no not ‘my hips’, my brother’s hips. They feel so tight, so unrounded. So different from My Hips.”

Greta’s eyes widened, reaching back to her butt she felt her bother’s behind. Greta thought, “God! Is that really attached to me? It’s so small. So tight.”

A thought suddenly occurred to her. “Oh no! No! No! No!’ she thought, panicked. She reached, quickly, in-between her legs with her right hand. ‘Oh, My, God! I have a penis attached to me! My brother’s private package attached, To, Me.”

Tears started to flow again. Processing what she just realized. It made her feel, alone. Even sad about what she had just lost. Scared of what she had gained. “Does this mean I’m technically a guy now? Am I a Freak? What would my friends say? What would people think? Would everyone just think I’ve always been like this?” flashed through Greta’s mind. Not knowing what else to do Greta fell backwards onto her bed and continued to cry. Soon she fell asleep from exhaustion.
Better Interactive Stories

You have the following choices:

*Noteb*
1. A knock on the door. Wakes up Greta

*Noteb*
2. Greta wakes up later

*Noteb*
3. Other

*Noteb* indicates the next chapter needs to be written.
Members who added to this interactive
story also contributed to these:

<<-- Previous · Outline  Open in new Window. · Recent Additions

© Copyright 2025 Fares002 (UN: fares002 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Fares002 has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com.
Printed from https://writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/2213777-Head-SwapFor-Life/cid/3064761-Meanwhile-in-Gretas-room