When I got testicular cancer at the ripe young age of 24, I was absolutely crestfallen. I thought that my life was over. But when the doctors offered me the chance to test a revolutionary new drug, I jumped at the chance to get cured.
“Wait, stop, come back with my body!” cried my lying, cheating bitch of a wife.
Vanessa (right): Yes! I can’t believe that elixir worked! Stealing that bitch Caroline’s body was cake! It looks like the identity-erasure spell worked as well. She thinks she’s some kind of lesbian, and she’s hot for her own body! Maybe this trade will get me laid after all!
To be fair, you shouldn’t have been so hard on your gardner. Who knew he was a warlock looking to earn a fair day’s wages by doing landscaping? Now he’s stolen your body and he’s fucking your wife, and all you can do is look in through the windows, disguised as an old migrant worker who can’t speak a lick of English. You can only pray that he doesn’t decide to keep your body forever.
Oh my god, it totally worked! I can’t believe I finally stole my sister’s tits! That magic potion and her slutty bra made my breast-theft spell work perfectly. Now that I’m the big-chested sister in the house, I wonder what else of hers I can steal? Should I get her comb, so that I can steal her gorgeous blonde locks? Or should I find a pair of her panties so that I can finally tone my butt? I wonder if I can steal non-physical traits… What do you think?
I can’t believe we did it, baby. It’s been a long, difficult endeavor, but we finally stole a pair of young, sexy bodies so that we can live out the rest of our days in comfort and luxury. Now come and give me the baby that you promised me.