Stranded : Secret lover 2 CYOA

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

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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

Alt Shift: Bonbon Diary

 

 

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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.

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.

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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.

Turned Tables 7: Summer Special

 

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This also last part of my 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.

Turned Tables 6/6 finale

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Turned Tables 5/6

 The story is based on the story Turned Tables by Tiny Tim from Tgstorytime
https://www.tgstorytime.com/viewstory.php?sid=3117&ageconsent=ok&warning=3

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Hi, if you're wondering why I'm dressed like this, it's because we're shooting another porno, this time the plot is set in the 90s, hence why I'm dressed like this. So back to the story.


 As soon as I arrived from session, Natalia put a stripper pole in room to practice my moves. At first I received it with mixed feelings but after first try I understood that it actually helps with the many moves. Next week went by as usual, i.e. sex at night, training with Natalia during the day and a photoshoot with Mr. Fabiola (unfortunately Tom was not there). At the end of the week I got a surprise that I would go to Mr. Bennet villa where I would take part in the production of the film. Thought I did not know then that there would actually be two films. As soon as I arrived at the villa, after my surprise when it turned out that Tom was also there, at the same time I felt a stronger sexual appetite. First day we did not film, but we had a party on the pool, I met a few female friends there (and later we shot more productions, or rather we are still shooting), at the same time during script training with Tom we gave vent to our emotions and went upstairs to have sex, we did it several times, every night, sometimes someone else from the film crew joined us.  I remember that finally started to accept my place in the world (which was strengthen by my dreams about cock from day one) and Mr. Antonio's big house as mine. After filming was over, Mr. Bennet's house changed from a film studio to a party house. My coworkers liked to drink, and when they did, they were a very loud and promiscuous group. Anything goes, it was commonplace, and they always pushed the boundaries. When I was a man, I dreamed of engaging in this level of hanky panky. Thought in those dreams, however, I was a handsome male aggressor, deflowering virgins and impregnating every woman in sight. But all my dreams were turned upside down. Now I was a submissive blonde sex bomb, at the mercy of all these big, strong men. I remember nights with Tom and how we would fall asleep together, I wished then that those nights would last forever, I still do.  I didn't know then that there was another film in the plans called "The Kidnapping of Marlene Smith". When I leave Mr. Bennet villa, Antonio  made a fake kidnapping of me (only for me it really wasn't fake then), I really was afraid for my life, and what's worse, apparently my body is a sexual masochist, because what was done to me during this kidnaping gave me pleasure. I was furious when I found out the truth, but Natalia explained to me that with my current income, in this year I will still pay off the debt, and when my 5-year contract ends, I will be rich. In addition, she convinced me to force Johnny to pay some compensation, which in the end was a modest apartment and a used car. It wasn't much, but it gave me more freedom..

These films were successful, and making another one last year made me win an AVN award.
Okay, I have to go for now, the director is calling me to the set, the next entry will be the last, at least for now.

Turned Tables 4/6

 

The story is based on the story Turned Tables by Tiny Tim from Tgstorytime
https://www.tgstorytime.com/viewstory.php?sid=3117&ageconsent=ok&warning=3

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If you are wondering why today I am dressed like I am sneaking around, it is because I am going to meet my lover Tom. If you are curious how we met, I will explain. Let rehearsals where we left off in our story:

I was still practicing with Natalia, I heard some whispered mentions of a photo shoot but I did not think what kind of photo shoot it would be. And it turned out that Mr. Fabiola creates photos  that help promote erotic dancers, apparently Mr. Antonio was an influential person in this market. When I went to my first photo session I was surprised, I thought it would be a regular session and not a porn shoot. However, to my next surprise my body and partialy also my mind, really started to care about these photos. I became quite good at it. On the first day of these photos, however also surprise appeared in the form of Tom, he delighted me with his beautiful muscular figure and big penis and also with his charm and personality.  He was also quite brave, right after the photoshoot ended, when I was in the dressing room he came to me and asked for blowjob, for which I gladly agreed. Of course I didn't tell John about this adventure, he doesn't have to know so much, it's enough that I'll have it on the side, It's not that Mr. John Antonio is ugly or anything, quite the opposite, but dear Tom has that strange fire.

And speaking of which, Tom sent me a message where we are to meet. Excuse me, there are important things, more important and there is Tom.

Turned Tables 3/6

 The story is based on the story Turned Tables by Tiny Tim from Tgstorytime
https://www.tgstorytime.com/viewstory.php?sid=3117&ageconsent=ok&warning=3

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I was just getting ready for another dance performance listening to Ariana's song, it's hard for me to believe that not so long ago I even don't know who she was, but training sessions with Natalia made me manage to pick up a bit of modern culture, so let's get back to the story:

Dancing with Natalia was demanding, she practically had to teach me how to even walk sexy, something I didn't know at all, not to mention dancing. Although I hated it at first, I quickly started to catch on. And Natalia surprised me with my progress. In the meantime, we also went to the mall where I was bought new sexy clothes. Then I also slowly started to feel the influence of the female body on me, when the magazines about women cosmo or weight, which I wasn't interested in at all before, suddenly started working so much that I was mentally writing down advice from them. Sex with Mr. Antonio was done regularly and sometimes even Natalia joined in.  During one evening he took me to a special dinner with Mr. Fabiola and Mr. Bennet and few other people, during dinner I felt like a mere decoration that you could just look at but completely ignore what it think. I didn't like it then but today I think it's part of my charm, I didn't know then who Mr. Fabiola and Bennet was and what this acquaintance would lead to. When we returned from this meeting, after a hearty dinner that Natalia had prepared we watched a chick fkick, to my surprise the film interested me a lot, whereas before as a man I wouldn't have been interested in history at all, however I didn't manage to watch it to the end (not to worry, I looked at it later), because Johnny kept courting me and we ended that night with wild sex.
 
And now if you excuse me but I have to get back to my performance, I will present the next part of the story next time.

Turned Tables 2/6

 

The story is based on the story Turned Tables by Tiny Tim from Tgstorytime
https://www.tgstorytime.com/viewstory.php?sid=3117&ageconsent=ok&warning=3

Previous part
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Ah Vegas, this reminds me of something. A certain debtor, although I didn't come here for gambling. But back to my story:

During the ride in the limousine, for some reason unknown to me at the time, I started to feel attracted to Antonio, I tried to fight it, although my body told me otherwise. When we arrived at his residence, I was shocked, it was huge, the hallway itself was bigger than my old apartment. Without waiting for anything, he just took me to the bedroom where we had sex together and I was surprised by the pleasure it was with. The next morning, when Johnny was still sleeping, I tried to get into my old life, but the thief already to change the password and the residence was surrounded by security guards, so I went back and took a shower.  Then Johnny came and asked me for a blowjob. To my surprise, I did it willingly and it gave me pleasure, I didn't know then that Natalia, the previous star of the Tom Kay club, was watching us. It turned out that Johny call for her to train me. It turned out to be quite difficult because I had no talent for dancing at all, so we had to start from scratch.  

Oh look I have to leave you again and get ready to dance in one of the clubs. Antonio lent me to the clubs here to take part in some kind of promotion of my new adult movie which is set in Las Vegas. Until next time.

Turned Tables 1/6

 

The story is based on the story Turned Tables by Tiny Tim from Tgstorytime
https://www.tgstorytime.com/viewstory.php?sid=3117&ageconsent=ok&warning=3


Hi, looking at me it's hard to believe that I used to be a respected middle-aged lawyer named .... Now I'm a young and successful adult film and strip club star Marlene. To many it may seem like a downfall, but quite the opposite, although it took me a while to realize it. So let me start from the beginning:

 I was in the middle of a divorce from my wife, to relieve myself I went to a strip club with a colleague from work, one of the dancers intrigued me and we went to a room, there during intercourse there was a body swap. I was shocked, the body thief said he/she/it was with some medieval person or something. Anyway, in it new body: Marlene Smith (granddaughter of his previous body) it got into gambling debts and now It must work in a strip club to not pay them off or rather I have to pay them off.  After that she/It/he left leaving me in shock, I tried to run after her but I wasn't used to the new body and clothes, as a result I tripped and basically fell into Johnny Antonio hands who was chief of stripclub(he didn't know anything about the change and thought I was Marlene) who outlined my situation to me, or rather the situation of Marlene, a 20 something year old blonde haired woman. I was forced to sign a contract that made me de facto a slave of Johnny Antonio for the next few years until I paid off all "my" debts. It was a shock for me. After that I was taken to his residence where...
 
Oh, excuse the suddenness, I have to go to a meeting. Then I'll tell you the next part.

Alt-shift strip couple 2: Valentine special

 Sequel to this
https://fantasytgcaption.blogspot.com/2024/05/alt-shift-strip-couple.html?m=0
It had been a few years since the Alt Shift. Alonso and Mareen had previously been a young married couple, now they were. The couple had been strippers, working at a local club to make ends meet. They had grown accustomed to the late nights, loud music, and the occasional odd request. They had recently been hired as the stars of a private Valentine's Day party. The party was being hosted by some wealthy duo.

Once they arrived, they fell into their standard routine. Alonso took the lead, taking off his jacket to reveal his massive frame. The women in the room caught their breath, and even some men nodded in appreciation. Mareen watched him, her own heart beating wildly before she began her part of the routine. Her movements were fluid, each step calculated to tease the viewers. The music grew faster, their dance more passionate as they moved closer together, their bodies telling a story without words.

The tension in the room was electric, the air thick with anticipation.  The couple's chemistry was palpable, captivating the audience as if they were part of the performance themselves. They danced, undressed and played with the line between reality and fantasy. And as they reached the climax of their routine, the room erupted in applause and cheers. The curtain fell and they shared a short, passionate kiss, then Alonso surprised Maria by kneeling down and pulling out a ring. "Mareen it's been a while, so I'd like to ask you this one question, will you marry me? Again (he added in a whisper)" "Yes, absolutely Al" and this time the kiss was longer, after a moment Mareen added, "But can we still have sex with other people?" "Of course, I can't imagine our marriage any other way" replied Alonso with a smile.

Role Exchanger: Feniks Family

Feniks Family:

The Feniks family has been hit hard by the Role Exchanger.  During a football game at High school, they were all affected by a change that turned them into 5 identical women.  However, each of them received new elements of personality, knowledge and sexual orientation.  This caused the family to fall apart, actually this is their only family photo together after the change.  Augustus, the father of the family, acquired a personality of vanity and anti-family, feeling aversion to them, and unable to leave home, he also felt the need to show off his body and model, so he found employment at Keller Magazines abd he quickly leave house.  Jazzlyn, the mother of the family, became a spoiled bisexual with a high libido, she stayed at home to help her daughter take care of her older brother, but she also often went to clubs to have promiscuous sex.  Dustin, the oldest brother, was earlier in high school football team, RE give him the knowledge and maturity of a 10-year-old, as a result of which he was pushed back to primary school and his mother and sister took care of him.  Arian, the youngest brother, felt the need to be a wife, so he started looking for a husband, he found one, but he lived in another part of the country, as a result of which he had to move out, but he still kept in touch with his family.  Cassandra, the only daughter in family, as a result of the change, gained office knowledge, a little higher libido and the need for domination, as a result of which she became the head of the family, took care of her brother and provided income when she was employed at Keller Indistries, which also allowed her to keep an eye on where is the father.

Older son:

Dasti (formerly Dustin) Feniks 18 years old

 I once had a football career ahead of me, but as a result of Role Exchanger everything changed.  In addition to becoming a girl, I am 10 years older and have gained the knowledge and maturity of a 10-year-old.  As a result of these changes, I lost everything, football, my girlfriend and high school, now I'm in primary school again.  My father and brother left the house, leaving me with my mother and sister, I often cry because of this, luckily my sister always comforts me.  Although it was difficult in the classroom at first, I quickly found friends, I was the tallest, so they often asked me to give them something, even the teachers were nice. I liked playing on the playground the most, although there were problems there, my boobs moved strangely on the carousel, and several times I got stuck on the slide and had to call for help.  Today I am on a trip with my sister and mother and they promised me that if I am good, they will buy me the toy I have always wanted.

The youngest son:

Arianna (formerly Arian) Byers nee Feniks 16 years old

 Before Role Exchanger, I had a promising future, great ratings, possibility be in Harvard and engineering.  All this evaporated during the football match.  Not only did I find myself in the body of an adult woman, but I also felt an aversion to learning and a need, even compulsion, to be a wife, greater than anything else.  My search led me to Ethan, a lonely guy living in a remote state.  The charm of our connection turned out to be irresistible, but it required deep sacrifice.  I had to leave my family and the life I knew.  It should have been a hard decision but it wasn't, we quickly had a small wedding and just a few days later I packed my bags and moved to another state to be with my husband.  Once I moved into my new home, I realized I had made the right choice.  My husband accepted me for who I am, and together we built a life full of love and happiness.  Leaving my family was difficult. I miss them often. So sometimes I visit them. But when I looked back on the journey that had led me to this point, I knew it was worth it.  I was finally living as my true self, a trophy wife with the person I loved by my side

Father:

Tabitha (formerly Augustus) Feniks 49 years old

 I was in the middle of posing for a magazine photo shoot while the owner's sister, Adeline, was lounging on a lounger.  I felt a slight twinge of jealousy towards her because she was easily the face of the company, and others had to try hard to even get on the cover, and only because she was the CEO's family.  Heh, "family", this word used to mean a lot to me as the head of the family, but as a result of Role Exchanger everything changed.  I became younger, beautiful, busty, sexy and feminine, I knew I was destined for greater things than rotting away with the rest of the family.  Locked within the walls of mu home, I felt an irresistible need to show off my newly discovered form.  As soon as I found a job as a model at Keller fashion magazine and became financially independent, I quickly left them and cut off all contacts.  Unfortunately, they tried to contact me, either by sending an invitation to my younger son's wedding or about my elder son's studies problems, and I ignored them all.  Let them finally understand that I doesn't care about their fate.  Now the catwalk and fashion magazine was a new home for me, dressed in designer dresses, my heart swelled with pride.  And my wife and children were now only getting on my nerves.  Now I am a model enjoying the spotlight

Mother:

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Jazzlyn Feniks 50 years old

 I had just come back from working all night at the club, actually I had finished it hours ago, but on the way I had sex with my Tuesday girl.  Although I'm glad that Role Exchanger gave me a new youth, It could have skipped the increase in libido, and although I initially had mixed feelings about being bi instead of straight, I quickly changed my mind, sleeping with women also was great.  However, a high libido and a teenager's need to leave the house and constantly rebel against the system cost me a corporate job. Fortunately, my daughter took care of it, and I found a job in a strip club where my great desire for sex gave me large tips.  At the same time, on my days off I would leave the house and socialize with strangers and sleep with them, a day without sex is a wasted day.  However, it was harder to take care of my oldest son, especially since my poor younger son had to leave after his wedding and my selfish husband had run away from home.  So unfortunately everything fell on the shoulders of my daughter, who had to work in the office and still had that annoying boyfriend, despite though that even I would have been a better partner material.

Daughter

Cassandra Feniks 17 years old

I had just managed to clean the house when my boyfriend arrived, just in time, my mother was already working the night club and my older brother was already asleep.  Since Role Exchanger, the whole house was my responsibility, cooking, cleaning, working, taking care of my brother and sometimes my mother.  Before RE, I was quite a spoiled daughter and a really bastard queen, after RE there was no time for this crap, I assume that during RE I got the personality of a motherly mother.  Fortunately, I also learned about corporate work from my mother, so I managed to take her place at Keller Industries, a position that also allows me to nominally keep an eye on my father.  I devote practically all my free time to work and taking care of the house, and it's not easy when you have a brother who is at the level of a 10-year-old and a mother who behaves like an adult teenager.  My friend Jane, formerly from school, now from work and a single mother, asks me how I manage it, and I answer that I don't know.  My boyfriend was great though, he wasn't put off by the fact that I was almost 10 years older, and even though my mother says he did it because of my breasts, I don't care, we have a healthy relationship, which helps keep my libido (luckily much lower than my mother's) in check.  Even though our family was shattered, I managed to keep some rest of it.

 

Altshift: Cash Ana

John Anastom was a wealthy entrepreneur. After Altshift, he swapped bodies with some lowpaid worker, and hearing about the government's decision to force everyone to live in their new bodies, he decide went to his business partner hoping that he would help him. However, seeing a chance to get rid of his old partner Lanton, not only reported to the government about him, but also changed the papers saying that he's new body was a stripper under the name of Ana. When the services took the screaming John to the "repair" camp, this was the last time he saw John, but not his body.

Lanton often visits the strip bar where "Cash Ana" performs, it's crearly see that the camp served her "well", they even lowered her intelligence to the level Lanton entered in the files. Now Ana is barely able to remember anything expect sexy dancing and other, more erotic specializations. Which Lanton likes to use, even if they cost more.

WarpedGreatshift: Jewel story. Break

Jewel was just taking a break on the adult movie set, it was quite hot outside today, feeling dehydrated, she decided to drink water. But being under the influence of hormones and her new body habits, she did it in the most erotic way possible. With what she excited Coral who just entered the hall when she decided to visit her. Seeing the wet Jewel, Coral threw herself at her and quickly embraced her, their relationship, although oficcialy still only professional, had been sprouting into something more from some time at now. And the open secret among the crew was that they were a couple. Jewel, despite her exhaustion, felt that the presence of Coral awakened her and gave her more energy to work on the set. Although she knew that the real reward would come after work.

Warped GreatShift: ''Raven'' story

 When you look at me today, it's hard to believe that I used to be Jenna Fisher, quite a decent woman, the daughter of a single father. Now I'm dominatrix stripper, Candace "Raven" Smith and one of the worst things is I can't tell anyone about it, every time I try to say my name, my body name comes out of my mouth. The second worst thing is I have to work in a strip club and dance for a lot of horny men. What is worse is that because from time to time I have to provide private services, whether in the club or in my or their home. However, the worst thing is that among the regular customers is my father or his body because it is clearly not my father. Often I also have to provide him with private services because CoralJewel rarely have a free schedule, unlike me. The worst moment of my being in my old home was when I met my exbody, it was so humiliating, especially since it must have been my father judging from her eyes look and facial and body expressions, I was hoping he wouldn't recognize me, I don't want him to worry about me knowing where I ended up. The only good thing was that he had managed to get my old life right.