Body Switch Story Novels & Stories

"What's wrong, Cindy? Are you feeling sick?" When she looked up in his arms, Julia was wearing her own face once again. Norman recoiled in shock, shoving Julia away. "Julia? Cindy? What's happening?" Julia was just as confused. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Norman opened the letter that came with the divorce certificate with trembling hands. [Norman, I don't know why, but Julia and I swapped bodies. Maybe you should ask her. But I know everything you did to her and to me these past few days. You disgust me.

On August, week before senior year. The book was published. "The Switch: A Story of Identity, Manipulation, and Freedom" By Aria and Sage Chen. Small press, limited run. But it was ours. Our story, our words, our ending. We did one interview on local newspaper. "What do you want readers to take away?" the journalist asked. Sage answered: "That you can survive manipulation. That you can rebuild." I added: "That second chances are real. If you choose them." "What about Victoria Ashford? Have you heard from her since publication?"

A small bit of tension lifted from my anxious heart. I pulled out my phone and contacted the campus forum moderator. Carefully, I typed out the entire incident and attached a video footage. Given that we were university mates, I did not want to cause too much trouble. Hence, I blurred out the man's face in the video, hoping that he would take the initiative to contact me after seeing it. The moderator replied cheekily: [Hmm, is this like one of those idol dramas where the hero and heroine accidentally swap belongings? Maybe I'll be your matchmaker!]

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hart quickly asked. " By the way mom, do you remember those dramas you watch when people swapped their bodies? " { There are a few with this sort of plot which one do you mean? } " Anything would do, I just want to know how did they return back to normal " The two beside Hart picked their ears to listen carefully to what the expert has to say. But soon, their faces sank in distress. { True love obviously } " isn't there another way? you know, more scientific? "

“As a kid, I heard the stories. I even thought it would be cool to be a shifter. You know, to change into an animal and sniff around on four feet.” At that point, anthony’s expression changed to hopeful, and she wondered why. “But then I saw it with my own eokay — a man changing into an animal.” She swallowed hard. “Mike, I mean. It all happened over a week. He started acting strangely, like he was hearing sounds in his head. Then he started changing — getting hairy, then going normal again. He’d scream and bend over, and his legs started changing shape. It was horrible.”

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

I knew I shouldn't be upset, but I couldn't help it. I had loved him, after all. And watching someone you once loved betray you right in front of your face hurts like hell. I told myself to forget it and just endure a little longer. This would be the last time I ever let him make me feel this way. Thank God I got to live again. Thank God I had the chance to stay away from trash like him. Later that night, Byron stood behind me in the room and said, "Bethany, once we get to Centraford, you and Lisa should switch identities."

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

Many had called it flipping the switch. The thought of my promised one with another being had my switch flipped. I went red in the eye, body grew 3 feet to where I was struggling with the confined spaces of my room, where my skin used to be a strong tanned skin tone had erupted into a bright red color. While I was a very bulky and wide man, my width had only grown in size. She did not know what she had just started but I certainly would be the one to finish.

I couldn’t even feel my face, my lips, my hands and my feet. Soon after, I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear Dalton and the warriors anymore, and couldn’t even feel them carrying me somewhere. But then, something happened – something strange enough to shake me to the core. I felt like my body wasn’t mine anymore… like it was someone else’s… like it was Cassandra’s – it almost felt as though we were somehow connected and the connection was strong enough that she could swap bodies with me. Did that really happen? Did we swap bodies? But how is that possible?