Body Swapping Games Novels & Stories

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."

"What is that?" "Who's so twisted to pull a prank like this?" "Wasn't this supposed to cheer up Mr. Zehm?" It wasn't a dismembered limb. As the realization hit me, I slowly lifted my head, only to see nothing but a red-and-white plush bunny lying on its side. No, not red and white. The red was blood. It lay there, its dark eyes staring directly at me, overlapping with the buried memories I had tried so hard to forget.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

"Hey, is the missus coming after you?" Derek muttered to the room, "Relax. She's just being dramatic." Then I heard Riley's voice, close to the phone. "Is she upset? Should I explain? I really didn't mean to steal her project—the organizers came to me—" "Nothing to do with you. I bid lower. They went with the better offer." My stomach dropped. My colleague had said Derek had stolen the project, but he hadn't done it under the Robner Group. It was a brand-new floral studio called Riley's Bloom.

She was my only family. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself. "Promise me you won't scream when I tell you what's going on," I said, my voice barely a whisper. Liv's eyes widened, a mixture of confusion and concern flickering across her face. "What's going on?" I closed my eyes, waiting for a moment before finally speaking, releasing the words if wanted to say to someone since this whole swap started days ago, "I swapped places with Ashton," I confessed. The silence that followed my confession was so thick, a knife wouldn't be able to cut through it. Liv's face slowly turned pale, her eyes wide with shock. She blinked rapidly as if trying to process the information.

He is looking at me like I’m a simpleton he needs to educate. A memory flashes from the back of my mind, the kind you dredge up on quiz night. The 200-year bride swap. An archaic peace-keeping tradition where a royal from each of the five supernatural kingdoms is married off to another species for at least ten years, guaranteeing the treaties hold for the next 190. Rinse and repeat, every two centuries. And here I am, caught straight in the middle of it, with the werewolves. Shit. Why did I have to get the year that we’re swapping with the animals?

I swung back, but my hand landed across her face instead. Rachel clutched her cheek where I’d hit her, glaring at me with venom. I feigned surprise. "Oops, sorry. There was a mosquito. I was just trying to swat it for you." Her voice rose in rage, "You did that on purpose!" I put on my most innocent expression. "Rachel, why are you so sensitive? You’re overthinking it. I was just swatting a mosquito." Her fury boiled over. "You ignored me when I called you, and now you slap me in the face!"

He tossed out four small stones and activated spatial swap. A bizarre scene unfolded. Though the four men had clearly fled outside the villa, they suddenly reappeared inside. They froze for a moment, then bolted again. Unhurried, Ray continued tossing stones. Spatial swap. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. The four men once again found themselves back inside. Even the dullest among them realized they were being toyed with. "Then we fight!" "We are the bravest warriors!" "Attack!" The man with Jayzepanese traditional warrior outfit moved first, finally drawing his blade. Yet, he had barely unsheathed a tenth of it before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

They can actually do that. I raised my eyes in horror. "Sage, no…" I was cut off by her. "So I've been thinking." She stepped closer and I could see dark circles under her eyes. "You're drowning in your perfect life. I'm drowning in my disaster. What if we switched?" Sage said. I stared at her in shock. "What?" "Switch lives for one semester. You take my place at Lincoln High, live with Dad. Be messy, be free, be whoever you want. I'll take your place here at Ashford, keep your grades up and play the perfect daughter."

If it was something that involved buying or selling, I was out! It led me to a game, “The Harvest”. “Howdy!”, a mascot popped up. Quite ugly if I might say. “Please add player name” “Uhhm…”, recalling what Laura had said about using my real name, I decided to use something else. “Farmer…”. “Please choose your weapon, Farmer!” “Weapon?”, I asked out loud seeing the guns and knives mixed with farm utensils in what looked like a farming game. It made no sense.