Bodyswap Stories Novels & Stories

Red groans, his mouth ajar, forcing my eyes to fly open and look at his face. He's enticed, totally beguiled by the depth of our intimacy, our bodies molding with perfection. I hug his wider back tightly, kissing his neck, sucking and biting it, my nails deeply into his skin. Hungry creature I've become, and my bodyguard seems to fancy every bit of my perverseness. Red keeps pounding on me, deeper each time, slowly, then fast, again and again, his lips delicious on mine. Oh God! I moan nonstop, rocking my waist, devouring this feel of long anticipation coming to reality. He doesn't stop.

“I know it’s hard to believe right now but things haven’t always been like that. Lucien hasn’t always been like that. Everything that happpened must have happened for a reason.” “Of course,” my reply was sarcastic. “He just never cared about me. None of this should have happened. Our bodies shouldn’t have been swapped in the first place at all.” “About that,” she said slowly. “About the whole body swap-“ “What about it?” I asked impatiently. “Did he try to get our bodies back to normal? I mean, I know he hates it but-“ “Actually no,” it was her turn to interrupt me. “The actual reason you both got your bodies swapped was because Lucien agreed to it. He actively agreed to it.”

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.

Then, without hesitation, she leaned forward and fell out of the window. A dull, heavy thud echoed in the distance. The way it crashed against my ears and heart felt like the world had collapsed. "Mom!" I howled in anguish. But that wasn't the end of the video. The camera moved closer to the window, tilting downward to reveal my mother's broken body lying in a crimson pool. Her limbs were grotesquely twisted, her body faintly twitching against the pool of blood as I watched on. The girl from 20 years ago was just as tragic and helpless.

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

Lyra stood barefoot. She cut her palm. “House,” she whispered, “Take this. Take the night I woke up alone. Take the fear. Take the pain. Leave me my family.” Her blood dripped into the basin. The crystal exploded with white light. Lyra screamed. Not because it hurt. Because something was leaving her. The accident. The swap. The cold awakening. Gone. She collapsed. Kael caught her before she hit the floor. “Lyra. Look at me.”

The dim lights of the swingers' club pulsed softly over the crowded room. Bodies moved in the shadows, laughter mixed with heavy breaths, and the air hung thick with the smell of sweat and excitement. In one corner, away from the main dance floor, sat a curious couple named Alex and Sarah. They had talked about this for months, whispering in bed about what it might feel like to share their bodies with strangers. Tonight, they decided to try it. Alex, tall with a strong build and short dark hair, held Sarah's hand tightly. Sarah, curvy with long blonde hair and a nervous smile, squeezed back. Her red dress hugged her full breasts and wide hips, making her feel both exposed and alive.

What Amira found more confusing was the pair still in here with her and not going to see Rhys and confirming everything. With a sigh, Amira began explaining everything. “You know Rhys and I rejected each other the night I tried to assassinate him. Well, that same night, at some point, we swapped bodies.” “Wait… Since… Since then?!” Baltir questioned incredulously, his eyes wide. “I wasn’t suspicious until recently…” “I mean… Don’t be too hard on yourself, sweetie. It is quite an unbelievable story.” Amira’s words made the pair look at her oddly.

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.

"There's another force inside your body that's spiraling out of control." I lowered my gaze and said nothing. To keep my true identity from being exposed if I lost control, I'd been taking suppression potions for years. Normally, wolfsbane wasn't enough to hurt me, but it reacted violently with the potion. The two forces collided inside my body, nearly tearing my wolf spirit apart. If my bloodline hadn't been powerful enough, I'd already be dead. After treating my injuries, the healer left me several bottles of medicine and reminded me to take them on time.