Sure, I used to be a smart scientist, but now that I’m my assistant’s daughter, at least I’m young again, and sexy.
It took some getting used to, having to take classes I used to teach, dating boys, be passionate about girls stuff like clothes and make up…
I even talk like a teenage girl now! My wife didn’t understand what I’m going through.
Doesn’t matter anymore…
A few days ago, the strangest thing happened.
I was staying at my girlfriend’s, Emily, and an event that we now call The Great Shift occurred during the night.
I went to sleep, and woke up in one of Emily’s flatmate’s bed, Sandra. Half asleep, I didn’t quite understand my situation until I noticed long hair falling on my face and screams in the room next door.
Emily, now in my body, wasn’t pleased with waking up with a boner, next to her old body, now inhabited by Sandra.
This girl was my girlfriend’s best friend. She’s a lesbian and is now inhabiting my body.
A few hours ago, I was at my place, waiting for Lucy (my girlfriend), when Sandra came in and told me that I didn’t deserve her, that I was a moron, etc. I stayed calm and told her that she couldn’t do anything about it anyway, and that she just had to deal with it.
I still can’t believe she really did it! I was only saying this for fun, if I knew she could swap our lives, I wouldn’t have said anything…
A few hours ago, I was chatting with one of my friend’s little sister and she kept complaining about how high school was difficult.
Since I was almost done with University, I told her I would gladly come back to high school for a few days, as a break. And that gave her a strange idea. Now… I’m her.
Hopefully, the spell she used makes me remember stuff that only her would know. The only thing that doesn’t reassure me is that I’m also forgetting a lot of things about my previous life…
I’ve been trying to contact since this happened but she is unreachable. I hope there’s nothing weird going on. And anyway, it should only be for a few days, better enjoy it while I can!
Now that I look at her, I don’t see my daughter anymore. I know it’s my husband in her body, and now that I’m in her boyfriend’s body, I can’t seem to control myself anymore.
I’m not even mad my husband dressed his new cute body up like this. It’s getting me turned on.
I guess this time it was too much for her.
It’s not my fault, I was just being honest! I don’t like the way she dresses. Maybe I told her one too many times. She got angry and cast a spell on me (I didn’t even know she could do that!)
Reality changed: I became a girl, and she became a guy. We still felt attracted to each other but some details had changed, especially for me. I had all her traits and preferences, including in fashion.
I loved all her old clothes. I felt so cute, and pretty! I loved my new slim body, the feeling of those soft clothes against my skin…
All this was part of the spell, and it all went well for me in the end.
What I think my girlfriend didn’t plan was that this spell would affect her as well.
At first, she was making fun of me out of vengeance but now, I know that she meant it when she said she didn’t like the way I dressed.
All I could do was stare at her, trying to look mad, but my face would look adorable, whatever my mood.
It was strange for my sister’s friends to see her act like that.
She used to be shy, wear clothes that wouldn’t show much skin… But now that I’m in her body, things are going to change.
I hope she’s not too mad, being stuck in my body, having to work… while I’m in her sexy form, going on holidays with her friends.
I never really understood how John could be with this girl. She was way too good for him, he was such a loser…
Sure, he was a nice friend, but I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. I was smart, rich, had a great job, and was far from being ugly, but still, the girls would prefer him. Jobless, a little dumb, but he knew how to talk to them, how to seduce them… Maybe that was it, his confidence.
So one night, I wished I could understand why the girls liked him so much.
And the next day, I woke up in the same bed as him.
Every time he rammed his cock inside my new pussy, I would forget some details about my old life, that was now his.
Whoever that person was, he had stolen my identity, my life, and made me his slut.
I was just going back from work — I can’t even remember what job I had — when I felt dizzy and passed out. When waking up, I had two giant tits on my chest, long hair, and was tied up.
Soon, someone looking exactly like me came in, and explained the situation. It was too late to do anything, my mind had already started to change. And I could feel it. I felt extremely attracted to my old body, so I didn’t complain when he asked me to kneel on the bed…
Now everything is blur. I can’t remember if I had a wife, children, friends… All I could see was him. My master.
“- I guess I should start calling you Laura now, eh?”, he said jokingly.
He saw my puzzled face and continued
“- Well, you remember last night when I told you that having sex would make you transformation permanent?”
“- Oh, wait, wait, wait. What? Let’s recap. I do not remember talking about that! I wouldn’t have agreed to have sex with you otherwise! Why…”
And that’s when I remembered. I had drank way too much. This new little body of mine couldn’t handle that much wine, obviously.
And believe me or not, but I was so horny after just a few glasses… I didn’t pay attention to “the details” and just wanted his cock inside me.
Well, I guess there are worse bodies to be stuck in…