Body Swap Story Novels & Stories

Every month on the 15th is the day I swap lives with Melody Foster. 18 years ago, a hospital mix-up places our IVF embryos in each other's mothers. After the truth comes out, my biological parents want their real daughter, and my adoptive parents want theirs. They arrange for Melody and me to rotate between the two homes on a monthly basis, switching every 15th. From then on, I become the burden neither family wants. In whichever home Melody stays, there are endless snacks and drinks, thousands of dollars in monthly allowance, and the sunny bedroom is always reserved for her. In whichever home I stay, there's nothing but plain meals and a windowless storage room. 18 years later, I

Another added with a smug tone, "Let me remind you, Serena. The Johanssen family has a reputation to uphold. Don't do anything inappropriate. Just because Maisie is sick doesn't mean you can swap her with a different child that you conceived with God knows who." How ironic. They didn't realize that the real swap had taken place ten years ago! "I didn't give birth to Maisie ten years ago. I had given birth to this boy here instead. When Maisie fell ill recently, I discovered that I wasn't a compatible bone marrow donor for her despite being her supposed birth mother. "In fact, we're not even genetically related. Yet my so-called best friend, Margaret Lonsdale, turned out to be a perfect match

Final. The whole swap was doing something to my nervous system that I did not have adequate language for. That was the explanation. That was the only explanation I was accepting. Three people in a penthouse, two souls in the wrong bodies, weeks of proximity and high stakes and the permanent sense of standing on a floor that might give way at any moment — of course my instincts were misfiring. Of course my wolf was confused. She was operating in conditions that pack biology had not prepared any of us for, in a situation where the man I was married to looked like someone else and the man I was supposed to find nothing more than inconvenient looked like my husband and every sensory cue she had

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

Celine Sherman and I were supposed to get married on the same day. Three days before my wedding, by the uncanniest of coincidences, I found out that my fiancé, Andrew Hammond, intended to swap the two wedding cars intended for Celine and me, respectively. Celine was supposed to marry into the struggling and powerless Wright family, but Andrew planned to have me take her place. His words came as a huge shock to me, and it was something that I never would've seen coming.

My sleeve accidentally slipped down, revealing a strip of dark red fabric. Aunt Marguerite's sharp eyes caught it. She grabbed my wrist. "Why has this fabric changed color?" Someone pointed at my sleeve and shouted. "His Majesty once gifted special fabric that changes color when exposed to sleeping drugs." I had soaked that sleeve in the drug solution. Anyone with medical knowledge could tell with a single sniff. After hearing this, Aunt Marguerite fixed her piercing gaze on my stepmother. "Someone go fetch Physician Hartwell from the Royal Medical College to examine it."

She hastily recounted, "I swapped the babies myself. You were in the hospital room at that time, and when you were discharged the next day, the baby you took was mine!" I looked at her without a trace of grief and replied, "Yes, you swapped the babies." "Then why..." Finally, Christine realized the horrifying possibility. Her face, weathered by time and hatred, filled with terror. She clutched her chest and heaved violently. "Lana, you…" Next to her, Doris fell to the floor in bewilderment. I spoke slowly. "Christine, you thought you were smooth. However, I already knew about the swap. I swapped the babies back the very same day."

But the second we got in the car, Dorothy grabbed her head. "My blood sugar's dropping. Take me to the hospital." I was gonna call a cab and leave, but they dragged me along anyway. The doctor just told Dorothy to go home and rest, but she frowned, all delicate about it. "Milo, what if I need a transfusion later? I heard rare blood types are hard to find." The second she said that, Milo grabbed my wrist. "You've got the same blood type. Give some so we can store it for her." I just stared at him, stunned, and tried to pull away.

the girl said walking up and standing beside me "it doesn't change anything, you're in my body and I'm in yours" I squinted my eyes "Alexis" "bingo" she said while walking out of the bathroom she sat on the chair beside the bed and I just stood in the middle of the floor "but how how can we just switch bodies, whats going on" "your guess is as good as mine, all I know is I woke up to your sniffling mom and inside your body" she crossed her arms "scared the shit out of me" I started to pace the floor "what was the last the you remember"

"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.