Body Swap Game Novels & Stories

They were going to steal our acceptance letters and take our place in Greatpeak University. But when they saw us, John's brain stopped working for a moment. Christina was sallow and barely had any flesh on her bones. Her eyes were sunken and nearly dropping out of their sockets. Still, she was glaring at us with venom in her gaze. She ordered, "Don't just stand there! Beat them down, and we get the acceptance letters! When we leave this dump and get into Greapeak, we can do anything we want!" John charged ahead, ready for battle. Zacharias pulled me behind him. I snapped my fingers, then out came the village chief, the captain, and everyone else. They'd been hiding in the grass.

"Not yet. But I'm getting close." Shirley and I were raised in the same orphanage since we were kids. I knew she was tied to some kind of trade system. I could hear her talking to it. The cruel part? I was the only one she could use for these swaps. The only small mercy was that the system capped her at three. The first one happened when we were 13. Shirley was born with a heart defect, so she swapped hers for mine. She left the hospital completely cured. Me? I collapsed from acute heart failure and spent a week in intensive care. Even now, I haven't fully bounced back.

She then explained how they were playing a drinking game taking swallows every time the opponent's team scored. "By the start of the third quarter, we were all feeling pretty loose," Paula went on, "and Dave--my boyfriend--suggests we switch to strip-basketball. Every time a team scores, the opposite rooters have to take off an article of clothing, alternating between which one with each score.

Colby called out as soon as the males walked back in. I laughed, and pointed him toward my pile of gifts. “Oh! I wanna play!” Jax said excitedly. “Me too.” Braxton said. “Sweet girl, are you going to play with us?” Rowen asked as he opened Hungry, Hungry, Hippos. "Um. I guess.” I responded, shaking my head, and smiling. “Males against females!” Ross suggested. “And how exactly is that going to work? Don’t forget Don’t Break the ice is a two player game, and Hungry, Hungry Hippos is a 4 person game.” Melissa asked.

Soon, the music dimmed, and the host’s voice rang out brightly through the speakers, calling everyone’s attention. “Ladies and gentlemen! We’ll now be starting a small game to spice up the evening! It’s a dance game, and at every change in the music, partners will have to swap. Don't be shy, this is all about having fun and making memories!” Excited cheers rippled through the crowd. Some of the young women squealed happily, already eyeing the men they wanted to dance with. Alexander narrowed his eyes slightly, immediately his eyes fell back on Ophelia in the sea of people.

“Let’s talk about what’s going to happen before, during and after the game. As usual, y’all be staying on a hotel for a night then tomorrow you will be shown to the public, broadcasted by our top news channel and on the next day, you will enter the Micro Society.” I suddenly took a deep breath when my heart beat became faster. I blinked three times and I clenched my fist in order to calm myself. “During the game, you will play along to the only one rule. If you fall in love first or both, you would receive repulsion. If you manage to stay out of love, you will have the choice to pick your reward.”

That was because I knew she wasn't truly seeking forgiveness. She had made another deal with the system. All she needed was for me to say I didn't blame her or that I wasn't angry anymore, and she'd be able to swap our weights again in an instant. I also learned that our weights couldn't be changed once the system locked in a new body weight. That meant she would never gain her weight back, no matter how much she ate. She would be stuck looking like a half-starved, barely human stick figure forever. The thought almost made me smile.

“Do not let anyone find out what happened. You can introduce yourself as Sofia, we just told them we had a daughter but we didn’t inform them about her.” I nodded. “Pretend,” was the only other word my father could say before the door got pulled open. He retraced his hand then slipped open. I reached for the door handle beside me, pushed the door open and climbed down. I had to turn around the car before I met them. I stood few inches apart, trying to not make the gap between us too noticeable. An older man stood with a wide smile. His eyes lightened up when he saw me. He held out his hand and I took it.

"Who is she?" He glanced at it. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes before he said, coolly, "A friend." I kept my voice from shaking. "Do friends need to kiss?" "She's a Fremorian. That's how they greet," he said, deadpan. I laughed bitterly and pressed the point. "You have prosopagnosia. Tens of thousands filled that concert, and she was in plain black. So how could you spot her right away?" There was a beat of silence before Andrew said, "We grew up together."

Once I get reborn, the first thing I will do is swap mates with my cousin, Clara Evonfall. In my previous life, Clara and I had held our mate-bonding ceremonies on the same day. Clara, a docile and gentle she-wolf, was forced to become the mate of Gilbert Vargas, the cold and aloof Alpha of the Bloodthorn pack. On their bonding anniversary, Gilbert abandoned Clara just so he could be with his childhood sweetheart, Joanna Penning. Because of that incident, Clara and Gilbert gave each other the cold shoulder for the next 50 years.