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)

 This is requested caption by Serboyboy.

Heavily inspired by
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"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.