Swapped at birth:Tina christmas eve

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Tina had just left church after attending the Midnight Mass with her parents on Christmas Eve, After receiving Christmas Eve presents, which it was their family tradition. She opened her phone to scroll through her contact list. Her beautiful face, slightly unkempt hair, and stunning red dress were reflected on the screen. Dress was a gift from her sister that had given her during Christmas Eve dinner. Although she rarely wore dresses, that didn't mean she completely rejected them. She might have been a guy, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate good looks, or that the dress matched her shoes. Suddenly, she had an eureka moment. She looked through her tights at her shoes she'd received from the former owner of this body, and immediately knew where she had to call. Despite having a slight problem using the screen because of her manicured nails (another gift from her sister), she dialed the number and called Eric. 
Slightly surprised, propably since he'd just finished Christmas Eve dinner, he finally appear on screen and answered.  "Wel, well, isn't that the most beautiful girl in school calling me on Christmas Eve?" Eric said.
Tina, blushing slightly, retorted, "Are you trying to suck up to me? Or to yourself?" After all, just a few months ago, Tina's body had belonged to Eric.
"You, of course, although there might be a bit of narcissism in it," Eric quickly countered, then added, "But enough of the introductions, I might know why you're calling so late. By the way, it's a beautiful dress."
"Thanks 😊, a gift from my sister. Well, to be honest, I'm feeling a bit lonely; my family will be going to bed soon, and I'm still bursting with energy. I thought about calling my friends, but I know everyone's busy with the holidays, then I looked at my shoes and remembered that I don't know how you're doing, and since I have your number, it wouldn't hurt to check," she explained.  "Well, you're in luck. My family went to Cyprus, and I was left home alone because not all the paperwork was done for me yet fir this body, and they didn't want to miss the opportunity. As I understand you want to have sex with me. I admit, although I've done it many times before, it's never with my own body. My curiosity is so strong that I don't see a problem. So, do you want to come to my place?" Eric replied.
"I've been thinking about that for a while, but now I have something different. You see, No One should spend Christmas alone. What would you say to spending Christmas with me and my family at my home? We have a guest room, and if necessary, you can sleep with me. I have a large room, my family won't mind. And it'll also give us more time together," I replied pleasantly.
"😳Uhm...er... wow, you really surprised me. I don't remember anyone ever making such an offer to me. Wait, I'll just pack my things and I'll be on my way," he replied.
"No problem, Eric, Merry Christmas 😘"
"Merry Christmas, Tina 😘"

 

Turned Tables 8: Let it snow

 

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 Some time had passed since I last saw a body thief. By the holidays I already received numerous awards for the numerous porn films I'd shot. Now was a special time, my first Christmas in my new body. I thought that after my summer vacation, Mr. Johnny Antonio would surprise me no more. But he did. He rented (or perhaps owned) a house in the Austrian Alps. We spent the holidays together there (plus the servants), whether in bed, where we made love in a tangle of furs and sweat, or on skiing. Johnny arranged for a private ski guide, a young woman named Liesel, who seemed to glide down the slopes with the effortless grace of a dancer.

I felt my new body react – muscles tensing, balance perfecting – something I'd never experienced before in a male body.

 During a short break on a flat stretch of road, we exchanged a furtive kiss, and the cold air turned our breath into a fleeting sculpture. The past – my former career – seemed like a distant echo, a history belonging to someone else.

Then the three of us went to a private sauna and soaked up the atmosphere so much that the sauna itself wasn't necessary.

None of my previous holidays could compare; we usually spent them at home or with our closest, boring (in retrospect) family. I hope that next time I'll have enough money to spend Christmas somewhere with Tom.

Alt Shift Family Christmas

 It was the middle of Christmas, and a wealthy Blake family was spending the holidays together with their Latina maid. They were:  a father, mother, two daughters, and a maid. Appearances, however, can be deceiving. In reality, they were complete strangers. In the body of Xander, the father of the family, was Audrey, a 17-year-old student and the queen bee of her high school; in the body of Xena, the wife, was 23-year-old newlywed Bran; in the body of Xavi the daughter was a Pierce the father of the family from New York; and in the body of Xula, the other daughter, was Grandma Mireya from Florida. When in the body of Ximena, the Latina maid, was Xander, the (now former) owner of the house and the true father of this family bodies who, however, fully believed the government's assurances that the entire body swap was an illusion and that he realy is maid. 

As one might expect, their new life wasn't easy. Audrey suddenly went from a wealthy, modern life as a girl without responsibilities to the head of the family and a traditional model of masculinity.  She didn't want to take it on, but the fear of being sent to the camp forced her to take on the role. Bran, on the other hand, didn't take the role of house mother well, and as a result, he was briefly sent to the camp. Fortunately, Audrey new body had enough influence to quickly pull him out of the worst of it and bring back. Out of fear, he decided to take on a mother rolr. Although he was afraid of what had happened to his newlywed wife and the rest of his family, he chose not to find out, fearing the government reaction. 
Pierce faintly thoughts of unwrapping gifts from "Santa Claus". Seeing the another set of dolls that the former body owner once clearly adored and he also must it, he knew he didn't have much choice in the matter. Having witnessed what happened to his now biological mother's, who knows what would have happened if not for his now biological father's actions, and there was also the maid who completely bought into the government propaganda, but at least Pierce was fortunate enough to contact his old family before the government tightened its grip on them to learn that they were okay, even though they were all in different bodies. At least that was a good thing, he thought, then smiled with fake joy at the gift he'd received for Christmas.  
Mireya, on the other hand, fully embraced Daria's new life. She didn't believe the propaganda that she was hallucinating. After all, she was trying  do things like that as a teenager in the 1960s and now gow it works, but she wasn't about to miss out on a second chance at youth, so she fully embraced the role of a good daughter from a wealthy family. Also her former family, however, didn't particularly care for her after they placed her in a retirement home in Florida. 

Meanwhile Ximena was fully committed to her role as the family's maid. Although she initially thought she was actually Xander, the government's information that it was all a hallucination reassured her. Although Xander's memories never left her mind, she managed to get over it. Although she does have mixed feelings about the mistress Blake, who initially insisted she wasn't her, so much so that she had to report it to the officials, luckilly this one thing was clearly after Miss Blake back the camp. She had a lot to do today, preparing Christmas dinner and dusting the living room. Though She didn't see the point in complaining. After all, it was thanks to this family that she was able to live here in the first place.

Permanent Christmas Present(requested)

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Heavily inspired by
https://swappinggrounds.blogspot.com/2019/03/you-know-way-i-like-it.html?m=0

"You're not serious?" John asked, stunned. Cawny giggled at his concern. "Why are you so nervous? You were fantastic in bed. You'll be great, Cawny." Suddenly, all the fun he'd had in his secretary's shoes quickly vanished, replaced by fear.

"I... well, yeah, it was fun... but only for a night. It was supposed to be a shared Christmas present. I don't want to be you forever," he stammered, suddenly feeling the December chill in his borrowed skin. He wrapped the blanket around his slim frame.

Cawny buttoned his shirt.  "Well, the sad truth is, I always planned to keep your body after the swap. Who would want to be a lousy secretary when I could be a super-rich CEO, especially when my brother works at a swap clinic and can easily change the record that the swap never happened? Sure, I lost a dozen or so years, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. Besides, I've always been a bit of a toughie tomboy. That's what happens when you grow up in a house full of boys. Being a man, in a way... makes sense, I might say. I think you understand that yourself, seeing as your siblings are all sisters."

She leaned in and kissed John possessively on the lips. He didn't even try to resist. He was still in shock about the revelation, plus his old lips felt wonderful against his skin.  "Now I expect to see you on Monday morning and... or you know what, it's Christmas, so let's just say you have until after the New Year to fully accept your situation. If anything, you know yours, I mean, my number now, so call if you need help, Merry Christmas," and with that she left, leaving a stunned John in her body in her apartment.

Alone in the low glow of the christmas tree, John stared at his reflection. Cawny's face—his current face—stared back at him.

He touched his cheek. Soft. Delicate. Not his.

"It's not that bad," he murmured. "Well, I do look good in this robe, and I'm younger."

Then he remembered: he had no his money, no access to his accounts.

He sighed.

But not tonight.

Tonight he was Cawny.  And Cawny deserved a glass of wine, and a fluffy blanket before bed.

After all, he was going to be she for a while.

And as he snuggled deeper into the couch, she had to admit that being someone else, even unexpectedly, even unfairly, was somehow... liberating.

Wonder on 24 december

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There was December 23rd, 18-year-old Leo hated Christmas: "I wish this holiday would just disappear" For Leo, Christmas was a celebration of forced joy, or constant dissatisfaction within the family, especially since his sister had died that day. He fell asleep furious.

He woke up to cramps. And then he felt a weight in his lower abdomen, a woman's legs peeking out from under a soft flannel nightgown, and a woman's breasts. Leo gasped and look down- only to see that he had become a woman, and that he was pregnant, too.

He glanced around the room. Hanging on the door were stockings—each with a name on it. His name was replaced by Lena. He would also see a large mirror in which he could examine his new figure.

Suddenly, his mother burst in with hot cocoa.  "Good, you're up! The doctor ordered bed rest, but I know you. You can't sit still when your little one is kicking up a storm."

"Little one?" Leo rasped.

Everything was different. The house smelled of cinnamon and mistletoe. Pictures hung on the walls: not of him, or rather, of him, but as a woman. Then his sister—to his surprise—brought in a plate of peppermint cookies. "Sister, the baby will be born prematurely if you stress out like that," she joked.

Leo felt panic rising, and tears welled up at the sight of his sister alive.

And yet the love there was undeniable. Every gesture, every carol sung out of tune at dinner, every hand resting on her belly—they were imbued with a tenderness Leo had never known.

The next years, as snow blanketed the world outside, Leo sat by the fire, the baby stirring within him like a silent secret.  His/her hand instinctively moved to calm him. A wave of sudden, sudden protection washed over him.

Tears welled in his eyes. For years, he had armored himself against Christmas, against family, against weakness, because all of it reminded him of loss. Now it was different . Christmas didn't demand joy from him—it simply was…

On December 24th, as midnight approached, Lena closed her eyes and rested her hand on his son, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

Christmas at the Phoenix Family Home

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The Phoenix home—once bustling with football debates, cabinet-slamming, and teenage quarrels—now stood like a relic wrapped in sequins and memories. A single string of twinkling LED lights stretched along the porch railing, uneven in places.

Inside, the air was warm, with cinnamon and a quiet tension. It was the first Christmas Eve since the Role Exchanger had rewritten their lives. Cassandra—now the de facto matriarch of the family—stood at the kitchen counter, arranging cookies on a plate. She quickly learned that Jazzlyn, her once shy mother, now favored treats, though she still devoured them between sips of champagne at late-night parties. Dustin, now Dasti, sat at the dining room table, carefully coloring a Christmas card with glitter markers.

"Do you think Santa still comes for people who used to be boys?" Dasti asked suddenly.

Cassandra replied, "Of course he does. Santa isn't picky. He's all about behavior, not bodies."
"Mom says bodies are very important now," Dasti whispered, glancing toward the living room, where Jazzlyn was lounging on the couch in silk pajamas, scrolling through dating apps with one hand and flipping channels with the other. "She says a lot of things," Cassandra murmured. "But she still kissed you on the forehead this morning. And she packed your favorite apple juice for school, sometimes. That's what counts."
Dasti smiled faintly, then returned to drawing a snowman on her paper.

A notification sounded on phone. Cassandra glanced at her phone.  A message from her ex-father, Augustus.

"Cover photo in Reykjavik. I got back at the end of January. I sent gifts. Don't wait." No emojis. No "Merry Christmas." Not even a signature. Just a man who now considered skin and light his only legacy. She exhaled and dropped her phone facedown on the counter. At least Arian had sent something real—a handmade wooden box with message:

"For my favorite sister. Sometimes I dream about all of you. Not about the old us—just… about us. About who we are now. Anyway, happy christmas."

The doorbell rang. Dasti gasped. "Santa Claus?!" "Not exactly," Jazzlyn laughed, rising from the couch. "But almost… a delivery." Cassandra opened the door.  A  courier holding a long, flat package. "To the Phoenix residence... From Austin Phoenix." Cassandra signaled and carried the package inside. Dasti jumped, eyes wide"Open! Open!". Inside were silk dresses and Barbie dolls. No one spoke.
Then Dasti reached out, grabbing the dolls. "I've always wanted them." Cassandra swallowed hard as she browsed through the heavily sexualized Christmas-themed dresses. Jazzlyn wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. "I miss him," she said softly, then grabbed a silk dress and began trying it on. She then filmed a video for her profile in it, dancing with her figure.

Later, as Cassandra was putting Dasti to bed, the girl whispered, "Do you think Daddy will ever come back?" Cassandra smoothed her hair. "I don't know. But if not, I'll be here. That's my job now." Dasti nodded, already drifting off.

Downstairs, Jazzlyn poured two glasses of wine.
"For when they come back, if ever" Jazzlyn said, looking on the fireplace. Cassandra smiled faintly. She didn't believe in miracles.

The Role Exchanger: St. Nicholas' day

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During St. nicholas' day, a group of friends: Patricia-Neil's girlfriend, Neil, Eden-Patricia's sister, Chris-Eden's boyfriend, Jake-Neil's brother, and Brooke-Chris's sister—were sharing gifts when a Role Exchanger suddenly appeared in their house and swapped everyone's bodies. Patricia into Chris, Neil into Jake, Eden into Brooke, Chris into Patricia, Jake into Eden, Brooke into Neil.


When Role Exchanger lights died down, the six friends stared at each other, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. The space between them seemed to widen of the strangeness of who now inhabited which body.

Patricia, now looking at Chris's slim figure with his nice hair, blinked. She could feel his habit of tapping his foot when he was nervous. "What... what happened?" she rasped, her voice deepening and husky.

Neil, in Jake's form, looked at his face, the same ones that had always been his, but now they were not. "I think... I think we've all been switched," he said.

Eden, now seeing her reflection in the glass, in Brooke's face, pressed her hand to her cheek. "I'm... Brooke?" she whispered, confused.

Chris, glancing into the mirror, saw his eyes staring into Patricia's delicate face. "I'm... Patricia?"  he muttered, his usual sarcasm vanishing, replaced by a shiver of genuine fear.

Jake, now staring into Eden’s softer gaze, tried to steady his breathing. “Okay, so I’m… Eden?” He laughed nervously, but his voice didn’t match the tone of his new body.

Brooke, now in Neil’s body, felt the weight of his watch and the familiar weight of a responsibility she would never have to bear. “Neil?” She barely managed to say it, tears welling in her eyes.

A heavy silence fell, broken only by the sound of a fake bonfire. In their new, strange bodies, each friend struggled with the uncanny sensation of living in someone else’s skin.

Patricia now Chris stepped forward, feeling the unfamiliar weight of Chris’s strong arms. “Okay,” she said, trying to sound like the sarcastic Chris she knew. “Who has a present for my… er… new girlfriend?”  She glanced at Neil-in-Jake, whose eyes had just widened, a look of panic spreading across his thin face.

Jake, now Eden, searched for the gift bag with a shaking hand. "I... I think I have yours, honey," he whispered, looking at Patricia's -Chris's-face and trying to reconcile the feeling he felt for Patricia with the body that wasn't his.

Eden, now Brooke, tried to calm her breathing as she picked up Brooke's carefully wrapped book. "Is this for... me?" She turned it over, disoriented, then realized she held what was meant for her inside her, now in this body. She felt the delicate lines of Brooke's fingers, the way they pressed against the cover, and something delicate blossomed within her.

Chris-now Patricia-stared in the mirror, running his fingers through his hairs, his mind whirring with confusion. He was always the one making jokes, never the one worrying about his hair.  "Okay," he said, his voice shaking, "who wants to open presents? I think this is about to get… interesting. Especially since we don't know whether the role exchanger only swapped our bodies or something else about our personalities"

Everyone fell into a restless rhythm. Unwrapping the presents, each one seemed absurdly appropriate for the new bodies they inhabited. The sweater intended for Jake now fell onto Neil's new form. The mixtape, a compilation of '90s rock hits, slipped into Patricia's-now Chris's-hands, and she realized the songs were exactly the kind of music Brooke used to sing.

As the night deepened, laughter began to break the tension. Jake—now Eden—tried to imitate Eden's signature sarcastic smile, but ended up with a goofy grin that made the entire room erupt in laughter. Brooke, in Neil's body, found herself staring into the mirror, admiring her new figure, while Chris, in Patricia's body, admired her face.

Patricia, in Chris's body, confessed that she never truly understood the pressure Chris felt to always be there. Neil, now in Jake's body, admitted that seeing the world through his brother's eyes made him realize how much he took his own spontaneity for granted. Eden, as Brooke, discovered how quiet her resilience was. Chris, as Patricia, finally felt the burden of being perceived as "the girl" and the vulnerability that came with it. Jake, as Eden, learned the patience Eden practiced daily. Brooke, occupying Neil's body, felt the silent responsibility of being the anchor in their relationship.

When the night finally gave way to the pale light of morning, everyone gathered under the Christmas tree, each holding the gift of their new body, ready for the Christmas and new year.

Gabriel’s Christmas Miracle A Gender-Bending Holiday (requested)

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Gabriel sat bored on Christmas Eve, another boring, lonely evening at the insurance office. But well, someone had to be on duty, and it always fell to him. After all, he had no family to spend the holidays with, and at middle age and not being particularly attractive, it was doubtful he ever would. Plus, with his low salary, any extra income was welcome. Out of boredom, he scrolled through TikTok, seeing attractive models who were enough to make them shake their asses and couldn't complain about a lack of company. "Oh, I wish I had that kind of life," he said, looking at the Christmas tree at work, then lost consciousness.

He woke up on something quite soft,  much softer than the chair at work, also he felt as if something was pressing against his chest,  to squinting from the glowing lights on the Christmas tree. Suddenly, the situation came to a head, and he stood up immediately, staring at his reflection, a woman's reflection, and then fainted from the shock.  
He was awakened by his new body's boyfriend, Frank. When he recovered, he began to press him for information, careful not to reveal himself. It turned out her name was Beatriz and that she was an influencer. One who made a fortune. At the same time, he learned that she had to get ready for a meeting with friends. Surprised by this revelation, he/she simply nodded and decided to change into some well-fitting clothes. It was an interesting feeling because, on the one hand, the clothes and new shoes (in this case, platform high heels shoes) she was wearing were uncomfortable and difficult to move in. On the other hand, he felt like this body loved wearing them. When he/she went to meet friends he didn't know, he was a little apprehensive, but as soon as they started talking, she quickly picked up on all the topics they discussed and easily found his way into the world of women's conversation.  After returning home to the boys, dhe prepared Christmas Eve dinner, and they watched a chick flick Christmas movie together. Although he/she wasn't a fan of this kind of films before, she quickly got into the story. After watching the movie, she and her boyfriend went upstairs to celebrate Christmas together. The next day, he or rather she finally had her life happinnes in Christmas.

Alt Shift: Husband, Wife, Son and girlfriend

 An interesting situation arose at Margaret's house after Alt-Shift. She was a bit worried, completely forgetting her life before event and has believimg that she were on her own son Michail. Fortunately, the government's announcement that it was just a hallucination quickly calmed her, as did her son. Nevertheless, having the memories of her son amused her, making her even more horny. This wasn't helped by her husband's reluctance, who believed he was a girlfriend of their son. Fortunately, after several threat sthat she would report him to the government, he stopped talking about it, same was with her son's girlfriend, who thought he was her husband.

Jennifer didn't have an easy time after finding herself in the body of her boyfriend father. Unlike her boyfriend and his mother, she didn't believe in that nonsense about the hallucination; she knew it was just a government talk, but she couldn't do anything about it, especially after her new "wife" threatened to snitch her. I wonder what happened to my parents? They changed with themselves and when they did not want to recognize their new roles, they were sent to a recovery camp.  So the only normal conversations I have  are my boyfriend's father in my old body, but due to the situation, we couldn't talk to much. So I was left in the role of a middle-aged husband. And although iI was a tomboy, which many might consider a easier, it wasn't. First, I was a boy, and second, I was a dozen years older, which rather no one would consider a plus. On top of that, my wife, who had the mind of a teenager and was horny, was constantly trying to make out. What made this new body worse was that it began to react and ultimately gave in to it's wife's demands. It bothered me that Mrs. Margaret is a MILF, something I could appreciate even in my old body, but in her new one, I had even greater perspective. Every time we passed each other at home, the new Margaret would try to make the most sexy moves possible to entice, whether by tweaking her breasts or buttocks. Finally, I couldn't resist and gave in. 
They had sex so regularly that it resulted in a pregnancy.


Andrew found himself in the body of his son's girlfriend.  On the plus side, his wife found herself in the youngbman body. On the minus side, this body was also his son's. His wife fully believed the theory that it was just a hallucination, so she believed she was a son with his wife's memories. Practically the only person in the neighborhood who, like him, thought it was all governmental nonsense was Jennifer in his old body. Actually, Jennifer's parents also thought this, but they were to loudly saying they had switched with each other and been sent to a recovery camp. As a result, I lived with "my" boyfriend family for a while until they returned from camp. So, only with Jennifer in my old body could I have a normal conversation. Unfortunately, we didn't have much time to ourselves due to the need to adjust to our new bodies and the watchful eyes of my wife and son. Fortunately, Jennifer was a tomboy, so I didn't have to wear any dresses or similar things like other people in the bodies of her friends or my son in my wife's body. However, this didn't change the fact that I was still a girl, and additionally, I had to date with my wife in our son's body.  Having sex was even pleasurable, but still somewhat disgusting, considering it was my son's body with my wife's soul. Whether it was going to high school, going to the mall with her friends, watching movies, playing video games, or smoking blunts in shacks (the last three are actually quite enjoyable). However, he's still trapped in his teenage body.

Michail was worried about his girlfriend. After Alt Shift, which caused him to forget his life and think that he was a his mother due to hallucinations, their relationship weakened. Fortunately, government regulations helped remedy this, her parents, who were poisonous to her ear, were sent to therapy, and they bad influence was gone. In Michail case, when Michail wasn't spending time with his girlfriend, he spent it with his friends at the junkyard, in alleys, or playing video games. His memories of being a mother tried to make it disgusting. Fortunately, they weren't really "his" memories, worse things were with his real "mother", caused problems as always. Fortunately, since Alt Shift, she'd been more obsessed with his father.  And things started to warm up for Jessica, especially while they were having sex and smoking weed together.

Dragon, princess and proud knight: Halloween Special

 

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  In the Leifre Empire in 1414, after the descent of Tholin, a dramatic situation happen. The dragon Czernohod attacked Radoże the capital city Empire and abducted Princess Niemiła. Many people breathed with a sigh of relief, as the princess was known for her nastiness and antipathy towards the commoners, so her possible reign could have ended badly. Nevertheless, the emperor offered the princess's hand in marriage and regency to the empire best knight (though illiterate) Pakosław. The proud and confident knight agreed and set out for the dragon's lair to rescue the princess. He made it to the lair without any problems. When he finally arrived to lair, he saw the princess tied up and he starting to set out to free her. Suddenly, a dragon appeared and some flashing start, not from the dragon's breath, but from something strange on the floor, which he couldn't decipher. Then he suddenly lost consciousness.  When He woke up, he feel that was chained, he feel also that he wasn't wearing armor, but just some strange, soft silk clothes. What he saw next terrified him even more, it was his body smiling at him, then it took him and forcibly taken with it outside lair. With a glance, he saw a panicked dragon, firing everywhere, as if he didn't know what to do. He fall in panic and lost consciousness. He woke up a some tome later, still chained, and his body still soft, as if it had no muscles at all, full of delicate silk dress, when the long blond hair falling in his face.  He also felt that he had no penis but have two breasts, it didn't take a genius to know that he was in the body of a princess. Suddenly, his body turned to him, "It's not easy to find yourself in a new body, but I'm sure we'll both get used to it." Pakosław tried to speak, but beyond a few grunts, he couldn't utter a sound.  At this, his body smiled ominously and said, "Before you arrived, I put into to the princess's body a special spell that would prevent her from speaking for rest life. It wasn't easy just like it a body swap spell, but I had enough resources in the vault to perform it. And since I see even greater surprise in your face, You probably want to know what happened to the princess and you guessed that I'm actually the dragon Czernohod. So you see, our dear vain princess, so full of beauty, found herself is now in my old body. Unless she threw a whole mountain on herself in a panic, she will most likely go mad from dragon instinct. I rather doubt she'd be smart enough to manage to control my body, and after some time, she'll become an ordinary beast." At these words, I tried to break free, but nothing worked.  "Don't even try, we'll hold these bonds until we reach the capital. Then, according to the agreement, for saving the princess drom hands of the evil dragon, I'll receive the rank of regent and, in the future, will rule over the entire country. Oh, and we'll also get married. Thanks to the spell, you won't be able to reveal anything about my true identity. Besides, they will most likely assume that it is the result of trauma after being capture. You also boasted widely that you don't need to be able to read to be a knight, so there's no risk of you passing anything on it to anyone." At this news, I fainted with fear. "A great warrior, faints at the slightest news. Ha, Even the princess was more determined," the dragon laughed, and night fell.
  
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  The next sequence of events unfolded rapidly. The knight returned triumphantly to the capital with the princess, and the emperor received promises, making him regent and organizing a Grand Wedding for his daughter.  People were saddened by the news that princess, as a result of trauma by abduction by a dragon, had lost her voice and completely withdrawn into herself; in fact, she seemed like a completely different person, more humble and obedient. The wedding took place with pomp. Already under the Prince Regent Pakoslav(the Emperor had fallen ill for unknown reasons, which was attributed to some of the dragon's tricks), the Empire  was prospering, and ruling came easily to him. In his Czernohod times he lesrn many about tactics. As prince Pakosław he mastered swordsmanship with ease, expanded the army for further conquests, implemented tax collection, eliminated bureaucratic and purged political enemies. He was, as everyone says, a powerful but cruel king, albeit a somewhat emotionally empty .
  
  Pakoslav, however, in the body of Princess Niemiła, was unhappy.  He was confined to the castle, barred from venturing out to drink in taverns or traveling the world. Imprisoned in golden cage full of delicate lace and silk, forced to listen to endless discussions of embroidery and diplomacy from the princess's ladies-in-waiting, unable to lift a sword or even run without tripping over the hem of her gown, fainting at every major emotion. She hated the constant preening required of royals. She maintained a tragic, perpetually somber expression, which the court interpreted as a sign of a deep, complex emotional life of trauma.  sometimes she heard a story about a dragon terrorizing some villages in the Empire and abroad, gathering treasures for its cave, and she wondered how much of the former princess's mind was left in that beast.

 

 

This is the continent of Eilogia where I plan to set some other stories in the past, unlike Ventignel, the Great Shift did not take place here, nor are there elves, dwarves, and other typical fantasy creatures.

When a Daughter swap bodies cow: Halloween Special

 19 years old Ali was very jealous of Betsy, their cow, to whom her parents devoted all their attention to. Betsy was a very intelligent and strong cow, winning practically every competition. Ali was a lazy, unintelligent woman who always avoided work and was mean to everyone. She was angry that her parents preferred Betsy to her. On a stormy Halloween night, she went to the barn angrily, slightly drunk, and said, 
"Stupid cow, you have no idea what a good life you have. I should have been in your shoes." Unfortunately, someone higher up must have been listening, and lightning struck the barn. When her parents came to check on what was happening, they saw their daughter on all fours and the panicked cow. They quickly concluded that a body swap had occurred.

A Year Later

New Ali wiped the oil-covered calluses on her hands with a cloth. She stepped back, admiring her work. The aging tractor was working perfectly.
"I'm done," she replied as the old machine started.
Her father patted her shoulder with genuine pride. "Great job! What would we do without a daughter like you? You've fixed more equipment this year than I have in the last five."
New Ali (formerly Betsy the cow) accepted the praise humbly. "I'm sure there are some things I can't do" she replied modestly. In her old body, receiving a medal was a reward for natural talent; in this body, fixing a stubborn gearbox was a triumph of applied intellect.
Suddenly, a cow's lowing sounded from the nearby barn.
"Looks like (new) Betsy needs milking," her father commented. "Will you take care of that, daughter?"
"Of course, Daddy."
New Ali walked toward the barn, feeling the heavy smell of straw and silage. She stopped at the entrance, leaning against the wooden frame.
 She looked nostalgically at the old display case, where framed photos showed a proud cow—her former self—standing triumphantly beside her parents, dozens of ribbons streaming down the glass.
She smiled, then glanced at the second, newer display case, filled with awards. These were the awards New Betsy (Ali) had won. They weren't as numerous, but they were certainly eye-catching—proof that even a spoiled human in a cow's body can achieve the bare minimum if the reward structure is appealing enough.
In a strange twist of fate, lazy, self-centered Ali had finally found a way to get the attention she craved, even if it required four stomachs and an endless supply of hay.
New Ali entered the stall. New Betsy (Old Ali) looked up. A look of subdued, contented human resignation appeared in her eyes.
"Okay, little one. I hope you're ready to milk. And remember, if you win that Halloween cow contest, Daddy promised to put a TV in the barn."
New Betsy nodded. She shifted her considerable weight, preparing to milk.

A simple, fulfilling life.

Ali, also known as New Betsy, let her consciousness drift away as the familiar, rhythmic sound of the milking machine began.
The first weeks were a nightmare. She was distraught, hysterical—a cruel girl trapped in a large, hairy, awkwardly shaped prison. Her parents were forced to sedate her.

Then the State Fair changed everything.

She won the first contest she entered—a simple "Weight and Endurance" category. Her parents showered her with compliments, cooing over her, brushing her coat until it glistened, feeding her special molasses treats.  For the first time in her life, Ali, a mean, petty, lazy creature, felt completely appreciated for simply existing.
From then on, life as a cow became incredibly, surprisingly, enjoyable for her. The routine was simple: eat, drink, chew, sleep, and occasionally be the center of attention.
In that moment, as the gentle, mechanical suction kicked in, she drifted off. She thought about hay. Should she eat the good, sweet alfalfa first, or save it for last? These were monumental decisions in her new life.

Her parents entered the barn.
"Look at her," her mother sighed dreamily. "So calm, so productive. She's become a real treasure, isn't she, darling?"
Ali felt a warm surge of vanity. Yes, she thought. I am a treasure.
She also felt a strange, quiet, physical impulse, now that the milking had begun.  This was something new, something that had subtly begun to happen at the turn of the season.
She was even slightly excited by the thought (probably cow instincts, she thought) of a bull mounting her, or even a calf (for sure it's cow instincts, she thought), but for now, her parents hadn't decided on that.
She shifted her weight, feeling the satisfying pressure subside. After milking, her parents would leave her with warm, clean straw. She would chew her cud and think about nothing. Her pampered, lazy life as a spoiled cattle star was perfect, and she just had to make sure she was well rested before the competition.

From father to slave witch: Halloween Special

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Brett Chapman, Louis's father, noticed his son's strange behavior over the course of the year. He often spent time in the basement and engaged in strange songs. When he wasn't doing that, he'd wander around the neighborhood as if he were looring something. He tried to discipline him several times, but Louis ignored him. Finally, on Halloween night, he went to a party to talk to his son. However, when he stopped him after seeing him talking to a group of unknown men, Louis smiled and said, "I was counting on you appearing here, you won't stop me from conquering this world." Then he began uttering some strange gibberish. 
Suddenly, Brett's body stiffened and then returned to normal. "Ugh, what by the Belladona ungrace, where am I? Is this the other world the other witches are talking about?" Brett said in a different tone of voice.

"Hello Agreth/Aphozora, let me introduce you to your new situation," said Louis's body (actually controlled by a powerful dark elf sorceress).  

Brett felt a heavy weight on his body, whem his eyes opening, which was surprisingly gleaming for his usual bespectacled gaze. He wasn't in the drawing room... He was in a dimly lit chamber. Heavy, enchanted chains bound his wrists and ankles, jingling with a low sound. And instead of a hairy chest, he had... a pair of breasts, and slender, elegant  legs. He was a woman. An incredibly unlucky woman, judging by the aura of menace that seemed to hover in the air around him. He tried to speak, but couldn't, for his mouth was bound. There was something on his back that completely constrained him.  He sat there in the darkness for who knows how long. Finally, he heard sounds. A pair of well-dressed men approached, grabbed him by the throat, began undressing him, and said to him, "And now you see? What good was this betrayal? Agreth/Aphozoro. Even BellaDonna herself wasn't meet such punishment, but unfortunately, my father is a much crueler man than those who captured those ancient witch, but I must say, it's amazing that after all these years, you're still able to retain some remnants of consciousness." He said to her, and then began having sex with her. And the cycle repeated itself, from which he learned more details about who he was. Apparently, he was in the body of a very cruel sorceress who almost overthrew a local lord but fail, and as a result, she was punished with eternal chains and being at the mercy of her tormentors.  Bret's mind wasn't that strong and quickly began to decay, he didn't even know if his previous life was real or just an attempt to cope, after a few months he was practically deprived of any deeper thoughts except waiting for the next round of whoever happened to visit her, Agreth/Aphozora came to terms with her new role completely breaking down, and her master was pleased to learn that finally the powerful sorceress had been broken

Vanity french actress 2/2:Funeral: Halloween Special

 

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A few years later.
The sky over Hollywood was a dull, faded blue, the kind that looked as if it had lain in the sun too long. I stood when delicate shadows drop on my face-Amandine's face. The cemetery was small, private, a place where the wealthy buried their dead.
A handful of mourners stood over the coffin.
The coffin was already closed and being lowered with a body of Margaret Winslet's.

The priest droned on and on about "a good long life" and "a bright spirit returned to God." I bit the inside of my cheek—Amandine's cheek—to keep from laughing. If only he knew.  If only any of them knew that the coffin didn't really hold old Margaret mind, but Amandine one, who hadn't even reached 30.
Years passed before the body finally gave out. Years of watching by Amandine trapped in this paralyzed shell, as I lived her stolen life in the spotlight. At first, I visited her often, mocking her, reveling in her silent suffering. But as the body decomposed and her eyes grew increasingly blurry, the visits became less frequent. It was no longer fun to torment a prisoner who could barely understand you, and finally, after a few years body gave up and Amandine died.

The coffin hit the ground with a dull thud. I stepped forward, running my well-groomed hand over the polished stone.

"Goodbye, Margaret," I murmured, loud enough for the attendees to hear. A respectful farewell to my "dear friend and mentor."  The press would have lapped it up – another layer of the tragic, glamorous myth I'd built.

But under my breath, so quietly only the dead could hear, I added:

"Amandine, heh, you lasted longer than I thought. I wonder if reincarnation or maybe the afterlife awaits you."

I turned on my heel and walked away from the grave, my heels clicking sharply on the cobblestone path. The world was mine now – truly, irrevocably mine. No more left unsaid. No witnesses.

Before me lay only a fresh, young body and a lifetime of stolen years.

And as I slid into the backseat of the limousine and adjusted my sunglasses, a slow smile played on my lips.

Margaret Winslet was dead.

Long live Margaret DuPont.

Vanity french actress 1/2: Halloween Special

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The air in my Hollywood Hills mansion was thick with the scent of old deferred dreams. With a trembling hand, I ran my hand over a glossy centerfold from my youth. Then I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror – an old woman of 75. Every joint ached, every breath a sigh against the inevitable. Wealth had given me luxury, but not youth.

From my perch, I observed my maid, Amandine DuPont. Twenty-four years old, a recent French immigrant, Amandine was a beautiful woman dressed in a high-buttoned maid's uniform. Her complexion was flawless, her natural elegance belied her simple attire. Besides her beauty, Amandine possessed something else: absolute anonymity. An orphan, without family, without friends, with no life beyond silent service 

My considerable influence and wealth had opened a secret door to the witches' coven.  A Porata, a witch, answered my request to be young again, all for a relatively modest sum. The ritual was scheduled for the following month, at the end of October in Halloween.
During this time, I made all the preparations for taking over a new body, signing over my estate to Amandine and (on the witches' advice) adopting her and making her my personal guardian, unbeknownst to the girl herself.

Pretending to have a "confidential medical mission" for Amandine, I led the obedient girl straight into the trap of the witches' lair.

Inside, the ritual chamber was already prepared. Two identical tables gleamed in red light. Amandine and I, both under the influence of a calming potion, were placed on the table. Amandine's wide, terrified eyes met mine, a fleeting moment of primal understanding before the calming potion lulled us to sleep.

 The first thing I felt when I woke up was the absence of pain. Decades of aching joints, a stiff spine, the unrelenting gravity of old age—all of it vanished. I flexed my fingers, and youthful ligaments snapped. I stood, weightless, full of energy. In the mirror, I returned the gaze of Amandine's face: perfect, flawless, radiating vitality. I laughed with a chilling, victorious joy.

I saw the witches approach my old, still unconscious body and pour in some potion.

"To induce an effect similar to a stroke, so she wouldn't say anything," one of the witches explained.

My old, fragile body, now having  Amandine's consciousness, convulsed, letting out a silent, internal scream of pure panic, quickly muffled by the powerful elixir.

At the mansion, my old, wrinkled body—now housing Amandine's terrified, imprisoned mind—was placed in my old bedroom, and I moved to the other. I placed my old, defenseless, paralyzed, and utterly silent body, which housed Amandine in a bed. Amandine was now a captive observer, trapped in her old body, forced to watch as her life, her beauty, her future were effortlessly stolen.

I removed Amandine's simple maid uniform and replaced with luxurious, revealing clothes, purchased a month earlier, which now adorned my new persona. I began the administrative process of liquidating my assets, transferring all fiduciary authority to my "new identity." I changed my name from Amandine DuPont to Margaret DuPont.

Within a few months, Hollywood was ablaze with rumors about  a mysterious new French model, Margaret DuPont. My beauty was shocking, my confidence magnetic. I signed contract with my old agency, and I immediately dominate the highest circles. I possessed the ruthless ambition and cold calculation of an old titan, reinforced by the impeccable, youthful energy.

At a prestigious charity gala, I explained that Margaret Winslet was my greatest inspiration, a true mentor, and after a (public) stroke that paralyzed her, she had been under my care in the last years of her life, and this was my tribute to her. I winked at the cameras, my glint of triumph dazzling and cold. No one guessed the truth.

I was famous all over the world, living exactly the life I had always envied. When I entered my old bedroom, I saw Amandine.

The old woman's body lay still, weaker now. Amandine's consciousness, trapped within her, registered my approach.  I moved closer, my young breath fanning against the cold, old cheek.

"You know, Amandine," I whispered, caressing the face of my former self. "This body is wonderful. I've never loved my life more. And the best part? No old age. No more pain. And no one knows that the greatest tragedy of your short life is becoming my greatest success."

Amandine's mind screamed in silent pain, a torrent of rage and fear, but her old vocal cords couldn't utter a sound. Her eyes, sunken and clouded, stared into the beautiful, youthful face of the woman who had stolen her future. It was a look of absolute, concentrated terror.

I stood, straightened my tailor's dress, and closed the bedroom door. The world saw a bright star radiating youth and strength.  Inside the mansion, trapped in its crumbling prison, the real Amandine DuPont remained, hidden, silent proof of my monstrous vanity—doomed to watch her stolen life play out on magazine covers until her new old body finally gave way to death.

Unworthy Mafia Heir: Halloween Special

 

Andreo Vittorio, the son of a powerful mafioso, lived a life of luxury, never need to do anything.
He exploited his position and slept with all the women he could, and if they didn't want him, he did threaten them with the consequences. He dreamed of doing nothing in life, surrounded by a harem of obedient women, and having sex without protest.
However, bad consequences came eventually for him. On Halloween night, during a party, he was kidnapped by a rival mafia family. They then sent a message to his father asking him to accept their demands or they would begin to take away his son's part. His father refused, regardless of whether they sent him a finger or, if they ran out of fingers, limbs. Yet He still refused and instead he sent men to find and raid the hideout of rivals  However, by then, he no longer had a son. The enemies, after running out of limbs, stripped the son of his vocal cords, but even then the father didn't give in. So, they used an experimental formula and turned the son into a woman.

 He looked at the creature lying on the table—limbless, voiceless, yet still alive. But His son was gone.

Andreo's eyes, dull from shock and months of terror, briefly glanced at his father. In that silent, desperate gaze, Vittorio saw not a message of pain, but a quiet numbness.

Don Vittorio had come here to reclaim his dumb son, his heir, an extension of his own power, and now he found only a dumb woman.

Vittorio turned from the table.

"Burn the warehouse," he ordered. "Leave nothing. And Bring it… bring This thing back to the estate."

Disappointed at first, Vittorio rejoiced at the good news when the doctors determined that, despite the change in the women, his family DNA was still there, so his bloodline wasn't extinct yet.  So he came up with a terrifying idea: allowing loyal lieutenants to spend the night with his transformed heir, giving them the opportunity to being a father to future successor. His heir failed him, and it was long before this transformation. Fortunately, in his new form, Andreo will be more useful, and any eventual offspring will certainly be better than him. Don provide Andreo with excellent facilities, like caregivers trained to interpret his head movements (for now, the only way to communicate is through his nodding and shaking his head), the possibility to watch TV all the time and all those streamers or whatever the youth are watching. In a sense, Andreo got what he wanted; he wouldn't have to do anything, and he'd be surrounded by women ready to obey his every command. Plus, he'd have plenty of sex.

A Swap with a Doll: Halloween Special

 Braila was a hard-working office worker, often working late into the night, with no time for romance. Frustrated, she often stared at the small Japanese figurine of a Japanese schoolgirl on her desk, which she had received during a business trip to Japan. She sometimes wondered what it would be like to live blissfully and without unnecessary worries. Unfortunately, this wish came true when she was staying up late again on Halloween, and Role Exchanger was taking place. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, she found herself on the other side of the office, unable to move or blink. She saw her body sitting stiffly and still, but breathing. Suddenly, she understood. She swapped bodies with the figurine.  She stood motionless, staring at her immobile body all night. Finally, in the morning, workers arrived and saw that she was stiff. They called for help, and from snippets of conversation, she learned that the rescuers quickly discovered that the body had been swapped with some object, because no one else was in the building at the time, but they couldn't determine what it was. Furthermore, the body was taken to an unknown destination, and she was stuck in the office, constantly looking in one direction, unable to blink. And so the days passed, beginning to blur together. She saw people and cleaners cleaning the office, but from what she understood from their conversations, they weren't supposed to take anything, and that it would be taken by some force dealing with the Role Exchanger.  Finally, some uniformed men arrived and began securing the entire room and taking all the items. Finally, they took her away, conceiving her in some kind of box. From what she understood, everything was to be kept safe until the being in her former body learned to be human, and the items were given to her new owner.

The box in the warehouse was completely dark; she didn't know how much time had passed. It felt like an eternity. She didn't know how many days had passed; only the dark emptiness was there, she felt as if she were slowly sinking into it. Finally, after an unknown amount of time, she felt movement, and suddenly the box she was in was being taken somewhere. Finally, it was opened by someone in the light of day and she felt someone hands and saw herself being placed on a shelf. After a while, she saw a woman who had come, and to her shock, she saw that it was her, or rather her body.  Suddenly the body spoke, "Hello Braila, I know you're here somewhere, although I don't know what you are, I hope you're doing well, not that you know me, but I was an object on your shelf before, but thanks to specialist help, I managed to stand up as a human being, unfortunately, I don't remember what I was before, but know that I promise you that I will continue your life and I will try to deserve what you gave me." Braila wanted to scream, saying that she was here and she didn't want the doll to take her identity, but she didn't have a mouth scream, she was just an ordinary doll with the consciousness of the person she once was, all she could do was watch as her life was taken away from her.

Witness protection program: Jermaine better life

 

Due to unforeseen circumstances, 21-year-old Jermain, son of August and heir to the Brassley fortune, witnessed a serious mob crime and faced threat of death as a result. To protect him, under the witness protection program, he was swapped with 20-year-old secretary Rebecca, who worked on the other side of the continent at one of the company's branches. Jermain wasn't happy about this; he hadn't worked a day in his life and lived a luxurious, opulent life. He didn't want to be in the body of an ordinary person, but he had no choice in the matter. He was assured that it was only temporary and wouldn't last more than a year or two.

12 years later.

"It should be on the wardrobe (hey), call me back if anything happens." Rebecca Mowry-Griffin, GM of the Miami corporate board, finished talking to her eldest child and returned to work. It reminded her that today was the anniversary of her becoming her(new)self. Initially, it was difficult, adjusting to her feminine parts, hygiene, and her new position in life.  At first, he hated it and waited for it to end, but once he settled into a routine, he quickly discovered he had talent. He also found a group of female colleagues at work, some of whom became his friends. He also met Andrew Griffin, who worked at a nearby café. They quickly struck up a friendship thanks to their shared interests in sports, pop culture, and gaming. Their friendship quickly blossomed into love, and they became a couple. Finally, after two years, Jermey received news of the case's end and that he could return. He wasn't sure, though. Although he wanted to be rich again, he built a life there, got another promotion at work, and his relationship with Andrew was shining up. Could he end it all? His morning sickness resolved the situation for him. He found out that he/she was pregnant, and her instincts told him what she needed to do. He told Andrew about it, and they quickly set a wedding date. He sent word that he preferred to stay (apparently, the real Rebecca took it well). From then on, it was all downhill, and the new Rebecca quickly settled into her marriage and loved each of her four children.  When she picked up the framed photo from the desk: Andrew, her, and their four beautiful, boisterous children. Their faces, so full of life. The "real" Rebecca, wherever she was, living his old life, probably thought she had the better deal. And maybe, on the surface, she did. But "New Rebecca" knew the truth. She wouldn't trade a single sleepless night, a single scraped knee, a single triumphant boardroom speech for the entire Brassley fortune. This wasn't just a stopover; it was a destination. She couldn't even bear the thought of abandonment, this was now her life in its entirety instead of some heir's boring life.

Turned Tables 7: Summer Special

 

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Ah, that's life. Warm climates, sunshine, and the gentle rocking of a yacht. Mr. Antonio surprised me with this trip; it was a surprise gift for my AMV nomination. It was something I was really proud of. 

It's hard to believe that just a few months ago, I was a middle-aged, divorcing male lawyer until a body thief stole my body and life, leaving me in this woman bidy and her debts. Although initially terrified, I eventually grew to love this life of a nymphomaniac girl who is a star at the Tom Kat strip club and a rising star in erotic films. At this rate, I'm assuming I'll pay off all my debts within a year. The thought of returning to mt old body, to that old life, still gives me shivers. A cold shiver, not the blissful one evoked by a strip scene or sex. No, this life, my current life, is exactly where I should be. Every curve, every dance, every whispered compliment, every burning desire fulfilled. It's perfect.

Johny Antonio and I are currently on a Caribbean cruise to celebrate this (AMV nomination) milestone in my life. I never imagined such a thing was possible, and now here I am, and the sun on my skin is incredible, a gentle touch, it's been while when I doing it in my old body.

It's a sadly that Tom is not here, my main film partner and also a secret lover, at least until my contract with Mr. Antonio expires, but for obvious reasons he couldn't be here.

And Mr. Johny... well, he remains a constant, soothing anchor in my exciting storm life. Although I have my own small apartment now, his villa is still my "sanctuary" when I need a moment of quiet decadence and pleasant company. And yes, our nights together are still an unofficial part of the "contract," a luxurious pleasure I rarely refuse. Of course he's not Tom, no, but he has his own unique charm and a certain... maturity that can be quite pleasant. Of all the men I've fucked, he's in the top five.

Okay, the sun just passed noon, maybe it's time to wake Mr.Antonio (with a kiss), and then we'll dive into the ocean.  Or maybe I'll just lie here a little longer and let the him wake up and come to me, or I just dive into ocean alone. "Yes, it's a perfect life, I'm glad it happened to me," I thought as I leaned back on the deck, listening to another summer music hit.

Stranded Father and Daughter friend 4: Summer

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The sun shine on the beach. The sea waves, rhythmic and lazy, lapped the beach. A brightly colored beach umbrella, and beneath it lay a scattered pile of towels and bags.

Caroline, in a two-piece swimsuit, adjusted the strap of her top. Her movements were fluid and casual as she spread a large towel closer to the water's edge.

Just nearby, two other girls, her friends, were already splashing in the water. One, Jane pulled into a messy bun, screamed as a larger wave engulfed her. The second, Maggie, her best friend(and former daughter) laughed, pushing the water towards her.

"Are you coming in?" Jane called, her voice easily carrying over the muffled sound of the ocean.

Caroline waved her hand carelessly. She sat down on the towel, propping herself up on her elbows.  Her gaze drifted lazily to the beach full of handsome men, then back to the two girls in the waves. She watched them for a moment, then began fanning herself with her fan.

A few minutes later,  Maddie emerged from the water and approached Caroline, water running down her tanned legs. "You're just going to sunbathe, right?" she asked, sitting down beside her on the sand.

Caroline turned her head, still fanning her. She shrugged slightly. "Just admiring the view," she said, smiling at the men on the beach. Her voice was full of desire.

"What else?" Maggie remarked, scooping up a handful of sand and letting it sift through her fingers.  "You know, you can swim with us in the water and then get out, kind of like some Bond chick in one of his old movies I used to watch with my dad, but I don't remember which one." and playfully nudged her with her elbow.

A soft giggle escaped Caroline. "I think it was Die Another Day." She thinking, then she move her eyes toward Maddie and started fanning herself again. "Okay, give me a few minutes, I'll be there soon, so I can finish reading." She then pulled a glossy magazine out of her bag and began leafing through it. Her gaze flicked over the summer fashion article, pausing briefly on the article about men's swimwear (Maddie rolled her eyes, smiled at this and back to water), before moving on to the lifestyle article. After she finished reading, she put the magazine aside and ran into the water. "Okay, girls, get ready for a real sex bomb now."

Alt Shift: Father to trophy wife 2: summer

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A over year had passed since Alt Shift. I, once Zoe, found myself in my husband's body, my husband in his father's, and his father in my body. A new law forced us to assume the roles of our new bodies. Although I sympathized with my husband's loss of years, I was also happy to be the successor of company. In my former body, many considered me a foolish trophy wife, a gold digger, a secretary who got where she was thanks to her looks (and while it certainly help, it weren't the only factor). Now I could fully utilize my intelligence and role as successor to the company's CEO to implement my ideas. 
I was surprised by the attitude of my father-in-law, now my wife. We didn't get along; he considered me a foolish gold digger, and I considered him a conservative asshole.  
However, the new law forced us to marry, and with more time together, we got to know each other better. He learned about my intelligence, and I about his past as the rebellious hippie son of a rich couple from south, who traveled around the country with his friends in the 1980s. I was surprised by how easily he slipped into the role of trophy wife that those assholes from the Alt Shift committee had assigned me; he felt like a duck to water. 

After a year and a half, we were a fully-fledged married couple. We had just been on vacation by the sea, spending all our time sunbathing, having sex, swimming, sex, visiting monuments, sex, eating at luxurious restaurants, and, of course: sex.


We had just been to the beach, where I watched "Zoe"—or rather, Kieran in my old body—stand in the water and let the waves hit her. It was surreal to see my old body moving by a completely different person.

"Are you coming in?"  she called, and her voice, new Zoe, sounded more sensual than I had ever imagined.

I followed her, waves lapping our faces, salty wind ruffling our hair. It felt so natural. Playing with her in the sea, seeing the joy on the face that had once been my own, was intoxicating. She was so alive, so invigorated by new life, perhaps truly free of burden for the first time.