Stranded : Secret lover 2 CYOA

 This is my first CYOA, so there may be some mistakes.

Previous part 

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Two months have passed since Stranded, which left Harvey and Carnise stuck in each other's bodies forever. Harvey lost his wealth and the privileges of being white men in favor of being a black woman, and Carnise, in his body, had grown to enjoy being a man and being dominant. Harvey already experienced two periods and a glimpse of what it's like to be a black woman struggling with poverty. They were thrilled by the constant newness, afraid of falling into a rut, but thanks to this new situation, they discovered a wealth of new sensations, especially since they still had to hide they relationship from his boring wife, which excited them even more. They knew that staying with the status quo was out of the question. They decided they had to do something, which was:

- Divorce and get married

- Telling wife about the affair without mentioning Bodyswap
- Telling wife about the affair with mentioning Bodyswap 
- Telling wife about the Bodyswap without mentioning the affair

- Getting a job as a secretary

- Cutting off contact

Kippa’s Coup and Body Swapped Ruler of Nehonkarha

 

A thousand years before the descent of Tholin, Mnemoptype IV foolishly ruled the desert land of Nehonkarha with a cruel hand. This displeased his concubine, who was power-hungry but also believed that she will be a better ruler. She was also a powerful sorceress, and using her abilities, she created a pair of body-swapping earrings. Using her charm, she performed the swap with him, simultaneously using a spell to rob her old body of its voice. The look of the former ruler shock on her former face was priceless. 

P2
All attempts to contact the old Mnemoptype tried were in vain; not only was he mute in his new body, but he also never found it necessary to read or write. He also didn't understand how the palace system or half the machines worked. This led many to believe Kippa, previously considered a reasonable and calm concubine, had lost her mind.  Hearing this news, Kippa, in the body of Mnemoptypus, busy rebuilding the country, decided to take charge and make the old ruler useful even in her body.

P3. Kippa ordered her old body bathed in a milk of aphrodisiac. It was her own invention; even a few drops were enough. She was curious how the bath would turn out. The former ruler resisted, but as soon as he fell into the milk, his resistance quickly faded, his eyes clouded over, and he began bathing. A moment later, he began looking at Kippa new body with desire.

P4. The next day, the ruler of Arisinia arrived, with whom the treaty would bring great benefits to the kingdom. Among the gifts he received, besides jewelry, was Kippa's body, inhabited by the old ruler Mnemoptype. Not only did he not resist, but he quickly began fawning over him, accepting it with a smile.  Curious about his thoughts, Kippa used a mind-reading spell, but all she found was "sex, I want sex, kiss me and sex." She felt she might have overdone with aphrodisiac milk and burned too many thought coils in her old body. On the other hand, the former ruler had become happy.

P5. At the Arisinia court, the old ruler enjoyed a wonderful life. He had plenty of sex and was constantly receiving attention. He/She was the ruler's favorite, which was helped by the fact that she was stupid and illiterate, so she didn't waste time on unnecessary conventions and gave him a brood of 15 children. Even if the aphrodisiac ever left her system, she didn't show it. Meanwhile, Keppe, in her new body, made Mnemoptype IV the Stupid into Mnemoptype IV The Great, restored the country, and restored its power.  As for the earrings, right after her transformation she send them to Aisinia where they apparently put into the vault among the others, they can't be used to prolong life anyway, and if fate wants it, someone will find them someday.

FOSE, Betrayal, and a Wife’s Hidden Scheme

 Steve knew he was in deep ass after FOSE he swapped bodies with his secretary, Domi. He knew he was in danger of being thrown out of the house because his wife, Belinda, had all the assets. The company was technically her family's, but because she was a woman, she couldn't inherit it, so an arranged marriage was arranged between them. Their marriage wasn't perfect, but it worked. Of course, he took advantage of his privileges and occasionally cheated on his wife with his secretaries. He was afraid he'd end up in the gutter for cheating on his wife and lose his assets. However, to his surprise, his wife offered not to divorce him, but because of his new body, his secretary would take on his duties, and he would move into a house where he'd have practically nothing to do except keep an eye on the house.  

What he don't know was that his wife and secretary were actually friends and lovers (both were bisexual) and had conspired to catch him having an affair and thus force a divorce, so that she could inherit the company. However, when FOSE suprise them, they decided to use it as advantage in this to seize power in the company that was always supposed to be Belinda's—and keep her husband around as a trophy. At the same time, they came up with a way to give him some suggestions.



2. 


Six months later, Steve was admiring his new phone, which he had recently purchased. Because the company and all assets had passed into the control of his wife and Dom, he had no assets of his own and was living solely on they goodwill. He was surprised by how willing his wife and secretary were to share a bed together and even sometimes invited him for a threesome, to which, after initial reluctance, he agreed. However, he also wanted his own source of income. Initially, he considered returning to the company, but he was afraid of humiliation and unsure how Dom and Belinda would react.  Then the idea of stripping came to him. He managed to find a job at a bar across town (so no one would recognize him) with the option of working irregular hours (so the rest of the household wouldn't get suspicious). He was surprised by how much he enjoyed it and thought he'd found a good job, though he still missed being a CEO.

What Steve didn't know was that he had fallen victim to Doma and Belinda's manipulation. They had placed tapes under his bed suggesting that being in a threesome as a woman wasn't so bad, or that working as a stripper was good idea. The bar itself became their property after Steve took a job there. And the boss regularly sent tapes of "Lather" performances to Doma and Belinda, who watched with satisfaction as they saw Steve's deserved fate.

Alt Shift: Bonbon Diary

 

 

Previous part 
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Day 23: I just tried some cream cake while listening to classical music (I’ve never been a big fan of modern bubble pop). In my previous body, I didn’t like sweets. In this case, however, even a single bite gives me a truly organic pleasure. According to Bombon herself—who is now in the body of my pimp, Anton Harding—she used to like sweets, but not to the point where they gave her that much pleasure. The same goes for sexual intercourse. Though I also have this strange feeling as if my new mouth wants something phallic when I eat or drink something, and thoughts of it make me tingle and increase saliva production in my salivary glands. When I asked Bonbon—or rather, Anton now—about it, he blushed and refused to answer. Apparently, the new sensations in my body are stimulating my pleasure center more intensely. Similarly, I’m slowly starting to feel an attraction to weed, especially since the sex I had with Bonbon in her new male body as part of an experiment (she herself found herself in the body of her own pimp who liked to have sexual intercourse with her) was also addictively pleasurable. For now, however, I’m sticking to my theory that the body doesn’t affect identity. It doesn’t help that the government recently passed a law declaring “Alt Shift” to be mass hypnosis, which limits my ability to publish this journal in the future and restricts the scope of my research.

Day 365: Party Rock Anthem song is playing in the background (I’ll admit that I’m starting to like modern music more and more), and the unofficial “Alt Shift” anniversary organized by Bonbon—or rather Anton Harding now. I was surprised at how well my research is going; I’ve written as many as three journals in a year, and there will likely be even more. Unfortunately, for now, I can’t publish them due to government actions. I’ll have to wait until the regulations ease up. But that doesn’t seem likely anytime soon. This new body of mine is a real treasure trove of knowledge. It’s addicted to both sex and weed, and alcohol itself really turns me on. Anton even said I’m more promiscuous than he’s ever been. After all, I’ve slept with 248 people over the past year, and I’m practically addicted to sex. 
“Relax, like, seriously? Just totally chill out, okay? Like, stop stressing! We have to, keep up appearances for the government, you know?" I answer to old Bonbon/new Anton. And Anton also added that she would never wear such a revealing dress to a party like this.
Well, no wonder she wouldn’t; after all, I was the one who bought it. I hope the government won’t cause any trouble over this.


Day 2000:  That's how many days have gone by, gag me with a spoon. So this is, like, totally my last entry. Five books should be, like, enough, fer sure. Especially since the evil government still won't, like, let them get published. So sadly they'll have to, like, stay in the attic, for some time being. 

My conclusions are, like, this: a new body doesn't change the mind, but the stuff it's hooked on definitely does. The government, like, totally messed up the research when it ordered me to use them to fit in. Even though Anton's like said that I smoke as much in a week as he used to in a month. And I've, like, lost count of how many times I've done the sex. All these addictions have, like, messed with me so much that my brain's a total disaster, and when I tried to read the first journal, Anton had to, like, explain some of the words to me. Just writing the fifth journal took, like, a little over three years, no joke. I'm still, like, super smart, but I just don't feel like thinking—empty bliss is, like, way more chill. Aqua's "Barbie Girl" is, like, playing in the background right now; I don't know why I wasn't into this bubble gum songs before—maybe it's simple, but it's, like, so catchy. And I'm about to, like, go on a date with Anton. 
So if I don't, like, manage to get this published while I'm still alive, Caitlin "Bonbon" Sharp sends her love. And if I do, like, manage to publish it, I'll delete this part, so still, love. XOXO.

Because of my daughter

 This isn't my work, but Karina Body Swap, I just translate, link here: 

https://karinabodyswap.blogspot.com/2025/05/blog-post_7.html?m=0

 Since I don't speak Spanish, and English isn't my native language, I first translated it into my native language and then into English, so there may be some errors. I also added a few extra words for licentia poetica.


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 - Dad, it’s time for you to come to the wedding! -
- Shut up, you fucking brat! It’s all your fault this happened, so just let me smoke in peace -

- But Dad, my boyfriend is waiting for us, well you and remember, we’ll have a better life with him -
- Yeah, yeah, I’m coming right now, damn it! -

Damn it all to hell, may that moment be cursed when my daughter caught me masturbating when this whole FOSE thing happened and caused us to switch bodies, and to top it all off, now I have to pretend I’m her and marry that idiot, her boyfriend, who won’t even be able to support us, and he just tricked her so he could sleep with her. The worst part is that now I’m definitely the one who’ll have to sleep with him and have kids with him. I just hope he doesn’t turn out to be the kind of guy who’ll torment me afterward. I’ll also have to be careful not to gain weight now that I’ll be having to give birth to those brats, because I don’t want to be a fat woman after having kids like my mother—man, it’s so hard being a woman.  Fuck, though I have to admit my daughter has some nice, big tits, even though they’re a real burden for me and they’re always bouncing around; and I don’t even want to imagine what they’ll look like when I start having things with pregnancy.

Role exchanger: CEO swap with daughter: nostalgic party

 

Previous part

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"The '70s? Really, Dad? Even you weren't old enough to be nostalgic for them." 
"If you want to know, I was born in 1977, and I watched the That ’70s Show  with you, by the way, so I'm a child of the '70s." 
"Of course, of course," his daughter in her young male body rolled her eyes, not wanting to disabuse him of his mistake. After all, they were going to a ball together, meant to evoke their youth. In her case, it was Y2K, so she wore bright clothes. Her father, though despite Role Exchanger most people believed now it was her, decided to dress in what he considered his youth. 

Although he was happy that her father, or rather his sister, had regained vigor and was happy. At the same time, she felt a strange longing, especially when dad was dating Kasui, a former Japanese secretary now in bidy handsome white male. He himself had dated various models, but he didn't feel it. He wondered why, probably because she was completely focused on work, just like his once father now sister had been in past.  That's why he couldn't find time for himself, one day he'll have to plan his day better somehow.

Father & daughter new roles

 It was year 1986. Due to a short circuit in his latest invention, which was supposed to be used for reading dreams, a divorced 50-year-old genius Delbert Burns, swapped bodies with his not very smart daughter, Lillian Burns. Worse, the accident left their intelligences in their bodies. Delbert remembered creating the invention, but he completely misunderstood what it was and couldn't explain it to his daughter, who now understood it in his body. So Lillian suggested that she read the notes and diagrams and try to figure it out while he rested. Bored, Delbert, who always had trouble paying attention even in his old body, decided to read his daughter's magazines , listen to her music and chatting with her friends and boyfriends.
A month later, his newfound knowledge had completely absorbed him. He spent his days listening to music, quietly sneaking out with his daughter's friends behind Lillian's back, and enjoying his youth. However, he hoped his daughter would find something, afterall he didn't want to rob her of her youth.

 Meanwhile, Lillian carefully analyzed her father's notes and diagrams, read all the scientific knowledge available at home, and understood the problem with her father's invention. At the same time, she analyzed other projects her father had never completed and finished them. Perhaps it was because she had been stupid before, but she managed to maintain her attention much better than her father and was able to finish things he couldn't. At the same time, she had many more ideas in mind, some of which would bring them respect and fortune, but to do so, she had to stay in her father's body. And she saw no problem with that. Great wisdom for the loss of 30 years of life was no great loss. Let her father enjoy the carefree life he deserved while she, or rather, he, improved the world.

P2
The year was 2026, and Lillian, along with her children and grandchildren, celebrated Delbert's 90th birthday.  Thanks to his inventions, their family became wealthy and respected. Lillian remembered some of these inventions when he thought about them himself, but he couldn't understand how they worked, plus his daughter/father had long ago transcended  patterns she know back then. She was especially grateful for their currently private family invention, which slowed aging, so her old body lived longer. At the same time, she continued to try to convince the old Lillian to return; she didn't want her to die old. 

However, she refused every time, unwilling to part with her intellect and the respect he had earned.  She also said that old Delbert had completely taken over her life. He had a successful modeling career, eight illegitimate children (there would have been more, but old Lillian found good contraception), and she was a good mother to each of them, whereas old Lillian wouldn't have been able to. When she gained intelligence, she focused primarily on her career, which resulted in hundreds of scientific awards and major advances in technology. Although she still tried to play the role of a good parent to her former father and grandfather to her grandchildren, she wasn't the best at it. And although she loved the father/daughter, she knew that the one with low intellect and scatterbrain wasn't suited to running a business, so he left it to his grandson, and told him to take care of his mother if necessary.


Requested by gmbcw

Dream Girlfriend

 

 I based the story on this caption

https://www.deviantart.com/shayswordspear/art/Meet-the-Folkers-Tg-Caption-1274024429

1.

For a year, I lived in a dream. The girl, Cynthis Ania Cailyn Simmpolk, was a total dream; imagine a stripper who could rebuild a carburetor and also knew the difference between football and soccer. We spoke the same language. It wasn't just that she was undemanding; she was a partner. When something needed fixing, she not only brought me beer but also helped with the repairs herself. It was her soul that I fell in love with.

Then came the family barbecue, at her family home on Switch Street. I was a little surprised by her family. Cynthis's mom was wearing a Metallica T-shirt and chugging beer like a college student, her younger brother was quoting some 19th-century novel, and her dad... her dad, Farrell, just looked at me strangely. The moment we were go alone to the bar after barbecue, this strangeness crystallized into a crushing reality. Cynthis sat down and said.  "Mathew, we need to talk. A while ago, we had a… family incident. A thing. We switched bodies." She pointed a finger at her chest, her stunning face frozen in a grim line. "You're dating me. Farrell. With Cynthis father."

Reality buckled beneath me, a year of moments flashing through my mind, morphing into a truth that was both terrifying and impeccably logical. It was Farrell who knew the specs for the big-block Chevrolet. 
"It wasn't easy for me either," she said. Shocked, I asked seriously, "How long has this been going on, when did you two actually switch bodies?" I needed to know when I stopped dating Cynthis and started with Farrell. Farrell thought for a moment, then said, "Hmm, I'd say it's been about four years since then."  (Wait, four years ago? I've only been dating Cynthis for a year, so I guess I never actually dated the real Cynthis) I thought. Seeing that I'm deep in thoughts, Farrell (Cynthis?) said to me: "You know what, maybe I'll tell you what it was like."


2. 

The body swap took place in a year after we moved onto this street. We had no idea what had happened, but we knew that if we told the authorities, we'd either end up in a mental hospital or on experiments, so we hid it and decided to adapt. It wasn't perfect; for example, my daughter didn't like construction work, and when she had the opportunity, she took a job in our company's administration, and apparently, she's even doing well. In the case of my mother... I mean, my wife and son, as far as I understand, they had trouble settling into their new roles, but I wasn't particularly interested in it. But getting back to myself, one of the things that most caught my attention was my much smaller height; I was several dozen centimeters shorter than before.  To compensate, I started wearing high heels. It was actually quite easy. I also used my daughter's wardrobe because we thought it would take a while before we back(which didn't stop her from changing jobs). The wardrobe was quite comfortable to wear, and the handbag—oh my god, I can't believe I managed so long without a handbag. You can put anything in it, unlike pockets. However, even wearing heels didn't help much, and I was still too short. I remember the first time I went to the store to buy alcohol. I was technically too young at the time, but the owner knew my father I mean, me—so he turned a blind eye. Anyway, as I tried to reach for the wine, something that wouldn't have been a problem before, suddenly found itself out of reach. Frustrated, I didn't realize I'd pushed the can, which landed directly on my foot, causing me considerable pain. Luckily, I didn't break a toe or anything.

3.

 I did quite well in high school. Maybe it was because I knew the material beforehand, so I didn't have to focus so much on it and instead, I could go to social gatherings with my friends. As for Cynthis's social life, I managed to not only maintain friendships with her friends, but actually expand them. My friends themselves were surprised by my more adventurous nature than before, but I assured them it was all just a matter of maturing; they seemed to buy it. I'm also surprised that Cynthis was so conservative when it came to her wardrobe; I quickly tried on every piece she had in stock. I also started finding guys atractive at school very quickly, so it shouldn't surprise you that you're not my first. Anyway, at first, it was just fooling around, nothing serious. Until I met Frank, by the way he lived with his mother and stepfather here in the neighborhood.  I was amused by how he played the manly man, but at the same time, I could see a delicate feminine soul within him. And yes, it was with him that I had my first real relationship, I mean in my new body. We dated until the end of high school. He thought it was something more, and so did I, a little, but we decided to go our separate ways. It turns out his mother got married, and as a result, they moved to his stepfather on the other side of town, which resulted in our losing touch. Luckily, I'm single again. As for my friends, I still keep in touch; we're close friends. They themselves feel like they've become closer to me than before, when my daughter occupied this body.

4.

Of course, not everything was great. As a daughter in family, this meant I lost control of my budget. This meant that every time I wanted to buy something, I had to ask my "parents." I especially remember situation when we were at the mall and I wanted to buy a cake, but my daughter, who seemed to be taking on the role of a father too much and still wanted to control her body, had a different opinion.

Farrell: "I want that cake."
Cynthis: "No, that's out of the question."
Farrell: "Why? What do you mean?"
Cynthis: "Those calories would immediately go straight up my ass. Out of the question."
Farrell: "But a piece won't hurt."
Cynthis: "No, that's it. I already did you a favor by buying you that outfit that looks more like underwear."
Farrell: "But..."
Cynthis: "No, that's it. End of discussion."
Farrell: "Ugh..."
As you can imagine, this really irritated me.  Worst of all, I had no arguments in the discussions because she was the one earning money, and even more than me, because apparently, they pay more in the administration. And I wasn't earning money; I was still underage, though that was only a few weeks away. Even then, I didn't know what to do. I'd been physically active my whole life, something I was proud of, and my body wasn't suited for any of the jobs I held, except for one, but I hadn't thought about that yet. I was still frustrated by my daughter's bossiness.

5.

5. As soon as I turned 18 again, I quickly found a good job. I should add that I was still a senior in high school at the time, and Frank was my boyfriend. No, it wasn't waitressing. You could even say I still doing that. Yes, it was stripping. 

Let me explain: when I was a young man, I also started working as a male stripper. The pay was quite good, but when I got married, my wife's parents threatened to leave us nothing. So, whether I wanted to or not, I took up construction work and even liked it, although I still missed the old days, so I had no problem going back. And what if my daughter did stripping? Well, I'm her father... so I'd probably support her in that career. Although with her prudish personality, which only pretended to be libertine, I have my doubts. And does she know she works in a strip bar? Well, she knows I work in a bar and probably nothing more. She probably thinks I'm a waitress or something. As I said, she's a prude; she only had sex in my body two years after the switch. Would I want to work at the bar for a long time? Well, I've been working there for three and a half years already, longer than I did that work my previous life. It's funny because initially, it was supposed to be just a short, summer job to earn money for the cake I wanted to eat—yes, cake. I was frustrated by the fact that I had no money and couldn't eat what I wanted, and that I could only buy clothes that I was allowed to. I wanted to be a little more independent, and I succeeded.

6.

Wait, what? Are you saying I'm only thinking about cake? Listen, just because I like cake doesn't mean I don't follow the diet my daughter tells me to. On the contrary, I've even improved it. Do you think someone with a figure like that would only eat cake? Jokes aside. Okay, let's leave it at that.

7.

I remember the biggest afer was when I graduated from high school. My daughter was furious that I wasn't going to continue my education. I didn't see the reason; the school had already taught me what it should have in elementary school, and besides, my grades in high school were never very high, either in my body or in my daughter's.

Cynthis: What, you don't intend to continue your education at all? Do you know how necessary that is?
Farrell: Not at all. I've always considered it a waste of time; I mainly went there to meet my friends and Frank. If it weren't for the possibility of switching back, I wouldn't even be studying.
Daughter: There's still a possibility of switching.  And you were so "good" at studying that I went from being the best student to below average.

Farrell (to himself): That's still better than I was at your age.

Farrell (loudly): No, it's been a year, there's probably no chance we'll go back to our old bodies, and besides, learning is not necessary anyway.

Cynthis: What?

Farrell: Well, look at me, I got to this place without unnecessary schooling, I was taught by the streets and experience. And I have it all right here, in my head. I can easily use it to do even better than I did in my previous life. And this time I know to use safety.

My daughter looked as if she didn't believe my words. It's no wonder, considering that all she knows about the world is from books. But I knew I was right. Besides, I still had to make preparations for breaking up with Frank that day; his family was moving, and I didn't want to waste time on a long-distance relationship anyway.

8. 


You know what really irritates me about this country? No, not that, I mean, not tipping me isn't even remotely close to that level. It's about alcohol. Look, I'm 20, I've been of adult age for two years in this body, and I'm still not allowed to drink alcohol. What a stupid law, can you imagine? It's not so bad when I still buy locally because the shopkeeper knows me and thinks it's for my father (and in a way, he's right), but it's a problem when I shop in other stores. And before you say it, no, I can't ask my daughter to do that; she thinks alcohol is harmful to her health, what nonsense. I can ask my son, but he prefers different flavors than me, so it rarely works out. I remember a situation where I bought alcohol, but the store employee nagged me.

Employee: Are you sure you're over 21?

Me: What?

Employee: Are you sure you're over 21?

Me: No thanks, nah.  

I tried to pretend I hadn't heard and brush him off, but he started following me, so I had to improvise and surreptitiously put down the alcohol and grab a fruit salad and fruit juice (they were quite good) to make it look like I was buying something at that store. From then on, I only buy food there, and alcohol at other stores just in case.

9. 

So my next boyfriend was Domin, the bouncer from the club. He wasn't particularly active in bed, but he was a sort of replacement for Frank. We often went out. That was also the first time I slept at my boyfriend's house, and the atmosphere at home started to feel a bit stifling and restrictive for my liking. I often went with friends to various shops and meetings. However, Domin himself quickly bored me as a solo act, and I quickly started making side-dating moves to loosen up. He wasn't very smart, so he bought everything I said. His house probably was the reason I stayed with him for six months, house wasn't very big, but it was perfect for two people.  The problem was that he'd previously worked for a gang and was busted, not for long; he should have been out by now, but still, for me, it meant the end of the relationship, and we broke up. I think he even understood that. So, whether I wanted to or not, I had to return home. Sure, I earn a little, but not enough to pay for an apartment. My daughter, of course, scolded me in a fatherly way, but I ignored it. Besides, what does he know?


10. 

So I was single for a while. Of course, my side boys wanted something more, but I made it clear I didn't wanted with them.
I met another guy a few moths later. Unlike Domin, this one was much smarter; Mati was a businessman, after all. Unlike Domino, he didn't know about my work either, at least at first. I think he thought I was a club performer. In a sense, I am, but he thought of a different type of art. Mati, unlike Domino, had much more money and a much, much larger house; I didn't even have such soft beds at own home. Things seemed to be getting better, especially since Mati, unlike Domino, knew how to arouse a woman in bed. Unfortunately, he was also much more possessive, so he often tried to control my outings. He also wanted to meet my family (Domin never did). When we met, it generally didn't go well, and my family didn't want to know him anylonger. I could handle things like that, but ultimately, his ultimatum got the better of me. He found out I was a stripper and told me to stop. Of course, I couldn't agree to that, so I broke up with him after only two months of dating.

11. The rest of the year went by at a normal pace; I didn't have any serious relationships, and I focused entirely on work. Until I saw an ad for a soccer club, and I figured why not? I'd always enjoyed this sport, and my new body was so fit that I knew I could handle it. 
Yes, that's exactly how we met. It was during our first meeting at the club. I saw a lot of handsome guys, so I didn't really pay much attention to them. But you were different; you asked me out, and you caught my eye enough that I decided to give you your number. I admit, at first I saw you as just a week-long fling, but something clicked between us. I was especially pleasantly surprised that you didn't mind me working at a strip club.  I admit, I didn't fully believe you at first, so I gave you that "free pass" to see your reaction to my dancing in front of others, but you didn't mind either. You could even try a side-hustle from time to time, as long as we communicated in advance. I felt like I was starting to fall in love with you. You were smarter than Domino, but not as arrogant and possessive as Mati. At the same time, we could talk to you about anything because we had a lot of common interests. That's why, as you've probably noticed, you've been my boyfriend the longest, and I'd like to keep it that way.


12.

"Well, now you know my whole story, or at least the parts I remember. What are you going to do with it?" Farrell, or rather Cynthis, asked him. (Exactly) Mathew thought. Technically, it was Farrell, but in reality, to him, it was Cynthis. From what he understood about the previous owner of this body, she would be very different from the Cynthis he knew. The other one seemed to be some kind of intellectual with puritanical tendencies, while the Cynthis he knew was a wild party girl who loved sexy clothes, good food, and drinks, while also using her sex appeal in her job as a stripper, a job she takes great pride in and enjoys. She considers all intellectual tasks a complete waste of time and completely unnecessary. At the same time, she's quite loud, but she likes to flirt, which Mathew completely understands. He also knew she had previous boyfriends, though he hadn't known their details until now. At the same time, she's always optimistic.  It's true that she has flaws, such as excessive self-absorption. He even wondered if this was a trait Farrell had before or after the body swap. However, he noticed two things in her stories: first, that she'd been with every guy for less than a year, even Frank, and second, and perhaps even more importantly, that she hadn't told anyone about the body swap. Driven by curiosity, he asked her about it, to which she replied, "Yes, I figured a year of relationship was enough to tell, especially to know where we stood. Will we continue, or is this really the end?"
Seeing my thoughts, Cynthis (Farrell?) said to me, "I'm stuck in this. But let's be honest, what we have... is the real thing, right?"

He was right. It was the best thing I'd ever had. The noise in my head finally subsided, leaving only one sharp, clear thought. I met her gaze, and the words spilled out: "I love you."  A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face, like a manly, cocky grin on a goddess's lips. "Took you long enough, asshole," Cynthis muttered, closing the distance and finally kissing me.

Alt shift: High mind

 

Looking at me, at Caitlin "Bonbon" Sharp, it's hard to believe that behind this image of a sex- and pot-addicted bimbo is Jasper Cornosh, a forty-year-old professor with a wife and children. As a result of Altshift, I was forced to accept my new role as a high-class prostitute. I didn't believe a whit in the government's bullshit about hypnosis, but I didn't have much choice in the matter, just like anyone else. However, I could use this to test my theory: I believed that the mind is independent of the body, and no matter what body we're in, we're always the same. After a year in a body addicted to sex and pot, I had to change my stance. During that year, I had sex with 213 men and 35 women, and I had sex 354 times(many people wanted reruns), And for my body, that's still not enough. I love showing off my beautiful breasts and tempting men; the mere sight of their desire warms my heart, a far cry from the introvert who had trouble even with his wife.  

The only thing that suppresses these sexual urges is my second addiction: smoking weed. This helps reduce my sexual urges and suppresses memories of the pre-Alt Shift days, when I was in a different place.  Interestingly, apparently the original "Bonbon" (who found herself in the body of my pimp Anton Harding and, like me, doesn't believe in the hypnosis nonsense) wasn't as addicted; she had time to get to used of both things. In my case, I went into her body at the deep end and was overwhelmed by the new sensations, as a result of which I am even more addicted to it. And just like the original owner of this body, in addition to the fact that brain chemistry is different from mine due to substances and upbringing, and being a woman, it affected my behavior and even intelligence. Although I still generally have a professorial mind and am smarter than most of the population, but due to the effects of drugs, adrenaline and hormones during sex, much of my old knowledge has been sealed away. I still remember terms and most definitions, but some of it is hidden behind a fog, and it feels like it's on the tip of my tongue but I can't pinpoint what exactly.  Because I use sex and marijuana much more frequently than the body's original owner, theoretically there's a possibility they are incompatible and my organism want to remove them. Fortunately, Bonbon has my back, so the threat of inspection and conversion camps isn't significant. 

So, ultimately, I have to admit I was wrong, and my body has a profound influence on my mind and soul. I'm even writing a scholarly book on the subject, but I likely won't be able to publish it until many years later, when government control has eased, and probably under a nickname.

 Next part

 https://fantasytgcaption.blogspot.com/2026/09/alt-shift-bonbon-diary.html?m=0

World Cup Football be careful what you wish 2

First part

https://fantasytgcaption.blogspot.com/2026/07/world-cup-football-be-careful-what-you.html?m=0

 Unfortunately, the USA ultimately lost. But John still continued to watch with enthusiasm, though he was disappointed that his wish hadn't come true. He'd seen the final, where Spain won, which surprised him because he'd been certain Argentina, led by Messi, would win. 
Suddenly, he felt a flash of light and the time of day changed, along with his surroundings. He was on the street, and all around him (taller than him?) people were shouting in Spanish, and he understood everything. He also noticed that he was wearing Spanish colors and holding the Spanish flag in his... tanned (small?) hands with polished nails. A strand of hair fell into his eyes, and he noticed that it was pink. "¿Qué?" he said naturally in Spanish, then corrected himself and said "what?" but said it as if he barely knew English. He looked at his womanly breasts and felt the lack of a penis, and concluded that he was a woman. He should have been worried about that, but then again, the air was electric, vibrating with the collective roar of a city that lived and breathed the beautiful game. Here, soccer wasn't a niche hobby or curiosity;  he was the center of the street, and his, or rather her team won the World Cup. Caught up in the euphoria, Ailena (as she later found out, and that she was a model and 10 years younger) joined the celebrations with the rest of the crowd.

FOSE: Good son and mother

 Natas was just reading more of the school reports that Angela, his mother, had made in his body, and the bills that would have to be paid because of it. He couldn't believe what had happened to his mother. She had always been a decent mother, and from what he'd heard, a decent teenager as well. The body swap between them occurred as a result of FOSE, he was jerking off when she came in, and that's when the switch occurred. Despite his initial panic, she calmed down and advised them to keep the situation a secret because people can speak not very nice about them. 

Since then, they'd helped themselfs to adjust. She told him what to do at work, he told her what to do at school, and both saids who their friends were, meanwhile Angela still cooking their meals.  What Natas didn't know was that his mother had another wild side, she was raised in a conservative family and was always an obedient good daughter, she suppressed her bisexual tendencies, it frustrated her a lot, so when she grew up, she ran away to another state with a biker named Frank to have some fun, it didn't last long, only a month after the escape, Frank died in a motorcycle accident and she became pregnant, frustrated by all this, she wanted to give her child up for adoption but ultimately she wasn't able to, she loved her son and had to get her life together and found a good administration job at the city hall.  She gave her son full freedom how to act, and to her surprise, her son behaved as others expected of her as a teenager . He was good, helpful, and a... virgin, saying he'd only want to have sex when he fell in love (though he did have his needs and jerked off, thing obviously she knew; boys has needs, after all). 
As for her, due to work and being a single mother, she didn't have time for adventures. Sure, there were brief moments of sex, but they were definitely fewer than she'd liked. When the body swap happened, she didn't hold a grudge against her son, though she was afraid of what people would say, so she decide to hide it for his good. 

Now, in his body, she could do whatever she wanted in high school, throw eggs under teachers' chairs, have sex with women and men (she'd already fucked half the cheerleading squad and a few guys), and hang out with the boys and girls around town.  At the same time, she didn't want to cause problems for her son. She felt sorry that he had lost his youth because of her, so she helped around the house whenever she could. However, she didn't realize that her behavior was causing problems for her son. He thought it was his fault and that his body had affected her so much, so he hid all this letters and debts, putting on a good face. At the same time, she hoped her son would find someone in her body who would be kind to him.

Witness Protection Teenagers

 

Marina was just sorting through her son and husband's clothes. It's hard to believe that eight years have passed since they started "Witness Protection". 
"What's going on with him at school again?" her husband asked. 
"As usual, teenagers. It's hard to believe that with grades like those, he used to be a vice-president of a bank." 
It's hard to believe that 10 years ago, her husband was his twin sister, and their son was actually their single mother. However, as a result of the WPP, their bodies were changed, and in a way that didn't suit them. Before the change, their mother, who betrayed her financial fraud ring, filed a petition to have them be the same age when meanwhile her age will be regressec. They were transferred into the bodies of a people in age 23, according to papers they become a young married couple and their mother found herself in the body of their 5-year-old son. You could say she didn't quite expect this. Finding herself in a small body, new male hormones, growing up again, a different upbringing, and different peers had a profound impact on her character and changed many things. She still remembered who she was, but it felt out of place.  
In the case of the siblings, they were quite strict parents, punishing their son for any signs of femininity, adulthood and disobedience. She wanted to be young, she will be treated as young. As for themselves, although they were officially married, they never consummated it. This doesn't mean they lived without sex, which they did but not with each other. Instead, they had lovers over the years, some longer, some shorter. Both were aware of this and fully supported each other. 10 years later, their tactics were still in place.

Thanksgiving from Witch: A Family’s new roles (request)

 

"Once everything's set up, bring me the international sales documents." The blonde woman said.
"Yes, boss," the petite assistant said.
"Ugh," the older blonde woman sighed loudly and took care of the rest of the paperwork.
Not so long ago, I was actually this body son, Brendon Perry. However, after an incident on Thanksgiving Day, during an argument with parents about why my sister and I weren't planning on getting into any relationships, while our parents were already in a relationship in our age, things changed. A witch came to our house with some cookies and wanted to come in, but we were so busy with us that we wouldn't let her in, so she ended up putting a curse on us. We quickly realized something was wrong when my hair started growing blonde and my sister and I started aging, while my mother and father began to age regressing. And so I became my mother, Anita, and my sister, Chloe, became our father, Dale.  Having no other choice, we had to take on our parents' roles and their work. In the latter case, it turned out we were quite happy. My mother was a secretary for decades and never got promoted, while I focused entirely on her work. I significantly improved her image, and she got promotion after promotion, or rather, I got. My sister is currently a construction manager, while our father was mostly a ordinary construction worker. As for our relationship, we didn't have any sexual contact at all. First, it was disgusting, even though we were in our parents' bodies, mentally we were still siblings. Second, we were never interested in sex at all, and since college was pretty much out of the question, we decided to focus on what we had. Let our parents, or rather our "children," ruin their own lives. It's their business; I don't have time to deal with this family nonsense. Things have been pretty quiet around here since our parents moved to the next town and settled in a trailer park because we didn't allow them to indulge in their excesses.


Part2 
"Ever since that damn witch showed up on Thanksgiving Day, everything in our house has changed," I said to myself, inhaling the weed. My dear daughter body wasn't my used to it at first, which surprised me because I thought that all young people could smoke joints now, but I managed to adapt by then.
As a result of that curse, my marriage fell apart. Sure, my ex-wife and I were still mentally married. But physically, we were siblings, so that didn't get in the way. So we generally agreed that we'd focus on our own lives instead.  After we move out from our housw, She found a job in construction and is also hitting on the city's hotties. For now, though, luckilly she take precautions, unless something slips off. No bastards. Oh, and I forgot to add that in our new bodies, we're heterosexual. Now I prefer boys, and my ex-wife prefers girls.  Of course, we both put our kids' college education on hold; we didn't see the point before, and now we completely don't understand what going on there, so we focused on what's truly valuable. Of course, Chloe and Brendon weren't happy with our decision, but that's none of their business. Especially since my wife, my brother moved out from home town and moved to the small town next. Thought we could only afford a trailer in a trailer park, but still, we have our own space. It's tight, and our rooms are only divided by a rag, but it's our own. I found work at a local restaurant and earn enough not only to cover my own needs but also to buy weed, which I haven't smoked in decades. I also have time to find new boyfriends. Married to a wife who's admittedly sexy and amazing, but still, we haven't plan to get married for so many year but s since our first child was born, we must it, that how times were back there. It was so quick  that I haven't had the opportunity to have other flowers since then, although now I'm more of a flower, and the ones I'm looking for are stingers. I stopped counting a long time ago on how many boyfriends I have, since this witch change. And anyway, it doesn't matter.  I just finished work and I'm waiting Michael Well, and while waiting for him I'm smoking some weed and waiting calmly. Maybe our children/ parents decided to waste their youth on some necessary education, but we certainly won't do that.

Princess and her knightly lover: Valentine special

 In the duchy of Velheru, the knight Erlyk was returning from their nightly tryst with his lover, Princess Aurona. They did it secretly in the forest, so her husband wouldn't find out. They had loved each other since childhood, but the responsibilities of Aurona she had meant that marriage to the poor squire of errant knight was out of the question, even after he had been knighted. She herself also longed to travel someday, but she knew she had own to to her father, so she married the aging Lord Raphael. Suddenly, everything changed, and they found themselves in each other's bodies. Panicked and unsure of what to do, they decided to keep it a secret, at least for now. It turned out to be unnecessary, as the entire duchy had swapped bodies, and it was very possible that the rest of the continent had been affected as well, which was later called: Great shift . So they quickly stopped hiding the fact that they had swapped bodies. Also they decided that, without further delay, Elric would take care of the princess's duties, while Aurona would set off to explore the world as a knight-errant, something she had always dreamed of.  It helped that her family in the capital had apparently also swapped, so they had no way to stop it. Her former husband found itself in the body of a young girl, and according to the laws of the realm, he could no longer fulfill its duties as both Lord and husband. After a few years, when she returned from her journey, she decided that this time she wouldn't hesitate. On  Day of people in love, she proposed to Erlyk in her body. He tearfully accepted, and they soon married.

FOSE: Stay in contol 2: Valentine special

 

Janet spent Valentine's Day with her lover, Richard Harding. Sure, he had already divorced his wife, but to keep up appearances and prevent that bitch from getting involved, they were still hiding their relationship. Ironically, FOSE had the effect of making them even closer. This was partly helped by the fact that they were in much younger bodies. She admitted that it was charming how Richard always played the tough guy to everyone, when in reality, during their meetings with her, he was a sensitive, affectionate lover with many common interests. After the body swap, in which she found herself in the body of a young intern and he in the body of his daughter's friend, this dynamic continued; officially, she continued to act only as his secretary, while he played the role of a tough, independent young woman. And in secret, at least for now, they were tender lovers, Richard just as sensitive as before the swap, maybe even more.  And he was equally delighted with her modest gifts, such as the pink nightgown she bought him for Valentine's Day; she was surprised by how happy he was during that day, and it was not without reason that he announced it as a day off from work so that they could spend the day together, just the two of them.

Turned Tables 9 valentines special

 It was the middle of Valentine's Day (well actually it was already evening), my first Valentine's Day in this body, and I was just waiting for Tom to show up. Antonio was busy and had gone to Europe with some French girl. Not that I was jealous or anything, I have to admit she had a nice ass and I'd love to fuck her myself someday. He gave me the few days off to do something, and part of my free time happened to be on Valentine's Day, where Tom and I decided to go out for a romantic dinner and also something else. Unfortunately, Tom was apparently late. I wonder if he was trying to use a tactic the guys and I used in college, where we'd purposely show up late on dates to make the women worry. I admit I'm starting to understand them a bit now. But on the other hand, if Tom doesn't show up, it's his loss. He's not the only fish in the sea—he's the most attractive and skill one, obviously, but not the only one. If anything, I'll call one of my co-stars who's available and spend the evening with them for sex. But luckily for him, Tom showed up right after the thought occurred to me and surprised me by bringing a truly beautiful bouquet. As a man, I generally hated flowers and considered them unnecessary, but as a woman, I have to appreciate their beauty and artistry. He even pulled them out in the middle of winter, which speaks for itself. He took look at my red, in my opinion also modest, dress and he was speechless. We went to dinner together, where we discussed movies, like science fiction ones (I admit I've always been a bit of a fan), and what we'd been doing recently, and how things were going. After dinner, we went to a rented hotel room where we spent the night together by candlelight. I admit, I felt a bit bad about ruining the dress after we ripped it, but at the same time, the night itself was so enjoyable, I could easily rip a thousand dresses like it.

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
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.

Christmas at the Phoenix Family Home

 Sequel to this caption 
https://fantasytgcaption.blogspot.com/2024/05/role-exchanger-feniks-family.html?m=0

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.