Body Switch Story Novels & Stories

She switched off the light, adjusted the blanket, and quietly left the room. The soft light of dawn peeked through my window, nudging me awake. Groggy-eyed, I stretched and kicked off my blankets, readying for the day. As I undressed, my phone began ringing loudly. It was an old friend from the Scorpio pack. We hadn't talked in ages since she left to be with her mate in another pack. She shared the happy news of having a new pup, inviting me to visit once she came by the pack. But things in my life had taken a different, rough, and unplanned turn.

My blood ran cold. “They’re not who you think they are.” The hallway suddenly felt too small. Too tight. “What are you talking about?” My voice shook. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You were switched at birth.” The words echoed in my skull. Switched. At birth. “No,” I whispered. But deep inside… something stirred. Something that had never quite fit. Memories of whispered arguments. Of documents I was never allowed to see. Of the way my “mother” avoided certain questions.

I had not realized how much I had been managing every silence until I encountered one I did not have to manage. Then she paused at the door on her way out. She did not turn around. Just paused, her hand not yet on the frame, her back to me, and said it into the middle distance the way she said everything, as though the information were incidental to wherever she was already going. "The Switch," she said. "You are holding it very tight." Every hair on my body stood up. I kept my face still. Kept my voice at the register of someone who had heard an unfamiliar phrase and was processing it without alarm, the mild confusion of a warm-blooded woman who did not know what that meant because warm-blo

She smiled again, "well, here's what I was thinking. I'll keep these out. Stare as long as you like. And while you're doing that, why don't you tell me another sexy story. You can choose. Just tell me about a memorable encounter." My brain wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders, so it took me a bit to come up with a story to share, but I eventually thought of one. I began to tell her, haltingly at first, about the time my freshmen year of college when a sophomore girl I had just met led me into a closet in a dorm room and gave me an unexpected blowjob. Before I had even got a few sentences into the story, Naomi interrupted me. "Jake, you should really feel free to...you know...touch yourself

I lost everything the night I faked my death. I could hear Jack sobbing, but I wanted the money KK offered. He hired a witch who knew how to break mate bonds, and I broke mine. I was moved to the funeral home, and a body swap was done, and I watched a girl with my features burn. I was taken away, and I'm here today in a huge tub soaking like he said to. Kk comes back, and I'm motioned to stand while he dries me and lotions my body. The robe he puts on is soft, and I sigh.

Betty interrupted Harry's story by saying, "At which point your story switches to hetero sex, so it's technically the end of your first-time-bi tale." "And the beginning of yours," he agreed. He turned to Bob and Jill, and went on, "Back in our college days, Elisabeth Shoemaker went by Beth. Today, she goes by Betty." "You're the poker player?" Jill said. "I didn't see that coming. Great story!" "Congratulations on staying together all this time!" Bob said. "That's awesome!"

My head snaps to my Momma and the tears fall freely from my eyes, she puts her arms around me and holds me to her, I hear leaves crunching and I know that Abi and Christov are leaving, and Dad’s voice speaks softly, “sweet girl, you want me to carry you back to the house?” I nuzzle my nose into Momma’s neck, “No, I don’t want to go back there, how am I going to explain all this,” I step out of her hold and wave my hands over my body, “look at me, I’m a freak, suddenly I have all this, that’s not natural, I should have grown into this, not shift and bam! all this extra body.” Dad speak softly, “it’s not unheard of Brooklyn, sometimes with females it happens, but your right, you shouldn’t have

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.

She stood up looking into the bully's eyes. "So what your abnormality" Sarah asked and she smiled changing her face to a boy. "Shape shifting huh, you are weak" Sarah added and she tried to punch Sarah but she ducked all of them swiftly. Sarah paced behind her tapping her back. She turned around are sarah punched her on the face breaking the bone in her nose. "Wow, she is fast" someone said

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.