“Snow Base, the target is down,” Thomas Wilson reported into the little wire he was wearing in his bra. There was a burst of static in his earpiece, followed by a verbal message: “Agent Wilson, the Company acknowledges your accomplishment. Return to base.”
“Amber What is it?” Ric asked as his borrowed bodies heart raced.
“Well last night I met someone and she is great, I think we are soul mates.”Amber states
“I’m happy for you Amber, but what does this have to do with me” a confused Ric asked not noticing that he was still drenched in the juices from last nights self escapades.
Amber looks at Ric more seriously than he had ever seen himself”The reason that I asked to exchange bodies was because I met Jill at a club and we hit it off, but she isn’t into woman. So I told her about you and I said that I would set you guys up. We hit it off last night, so well that we made love up until about 10 minutes ago. My powers are gone”
Ric stared in disbelief” But I didn’t break the rules, I stayed here and had a wounder full night.’
Andrew was mad at always falling for the dumb, rigged circus games; losing all of his money in the end. This time was different though, this time he wouldn’t lose. He went to the annual fair with one of his friends, Alex, and the first thing he did was run toward one of the circus games hosted by a busty 20 year-old. He handed her the money, and she smiled devilishly. He spent 20 dollars, and got nothing. His grin never left him, and the woman said with no remorse at all, “Oh no! It looks like you are all out. Too bad, try next time!”
There are a lot of downsides to being an ethical bodyhopper. It’s understandably hard to convince people to voluntarily swap bodies with me, although not always. You’d be surprised how often attractive men and women really want a major change, and I can help them. The other issue is that for obvious reasons, it makes dating tough when you want to be monogamous.
I always had a thing for famous movie stars. One day I was at LA. And I saw Anne running away from a paparazzi. She crashed with me. I couldn’t believe it, there she was in front of me. I wanted to kiss her but couldn’t, I was to nervous. She looked at me and said “help me”, I helped her get up, handed her my cap and jacket, and hugged her. The paparazzi passed right by our side and didn’t see us. She thanked me. And said, you know what, “If you want, as a thank you gift, I’ll cook you dinner”. I agreed without hesitation.
Finding a decent hopping partner is a nightmare. Out of the number that don’t just hop solo, half of them are borderline psychopaths and the other half have fetishes so specific and bizarre you just feel like a spectator at someone else’s therapy session. Not to mention how difficult it is to find the bastards. The forums are overrun with requests for addresses of random photos hoppers have found online, but no one wants to respond to a simple partner classified.
I moan loudly as I come and pull Michael in closer by his shirt. This seems to be just what he needs to slip over the edge and after a few seconds he pulls out and collapses next to me panting and sweating. Part of me really wants to tell him that it hasn’t been his wife enjoying the non-stop sex for the past three days but rather me, a 21 year old bodyhopper who mounted her as she tried on clothes at a local boutique. But I guess I wouldn’t want to ruin round three…
It’s great having a friend who happens to be a bodyhopper. In my case, my friend Alex is a bodyhopper and he has developed a liking for hopping hot girls at our school and using their bodies to sleep around. Right now Alex is in the body of Kyu, a Korean girl that is in our history class. I’ve been fantasizing about having sex with her ever since I first laid my eyes upon her.
Finding a decent hopping partner is a nightmare. Out of the number that don’t just hop solo, half of them are borderline psychopaths and the other half have fetishes so specific and bizarre you just feel like a spectator at someone else’s therapy session. Not to mention how difficult it is to find the bastards. The forums are overrun with requests for addresses of random photos hoppers have found online, but no one wants to respond to a simple partner classified.
I moan loudly as I come and pull Michael in closer by his shirt. This seems to be just what he needs to slip over the edge and after a few seconds he pulls out and collapses next to me panting and sweating. Part of me really wants to tell him that it hasn’t been his wife enjoying the non-stop sex for the past three days but rather me, a 21 year old bodyhopper who mounted her as she tried on clothes at a local boutique. But I guess I wouldn’t want to ruin round three…