How Do You Switch Bodies Novels & Stories

Steve, what she remembered as a person who wanted herself to be exterminated, because he believed her to be a dangerous existence. But, now that Aaric had entered the doctor's body and was being so gentle with her, Mila felt very confused, it was way too difficult for her to adapt to Aaric's constantly changing identity. She didn't know what happened until Aaric actually got the figure of Dr. Steve. Had anything big happened? Or a month had passed? As Aaric had said before, the longest it took him to swap bodies was one month. “What happened to your previous body?” Mila finally asked after overcoming her confusion and discomfort.

Amira relaxed, and her rosy cheeks were there from laughter instead. Amira leaned forward, parting her lips as she held Rhys’ gaze, pausing when she felt the room starting to spin, shapes and colours becoming distorted until she was sitting in a different chair. Amira was now staring back at the Alpha King, a fork of meat raised to his lips, a corset digging into her body and Rhys’ deep blue gaze staring back at her. He blinked a few times before closing his lips around the fork. They’d switched back to their former bodies.

"It's Jennifer. Jennifer Clarke." Veronica raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "Jennifer?" she echoed. "But... you look exactly like Isabella." "That's because... we switched bodies," Jennifer explained, her voice trembling slightly. "Our souls... they swapped." Veronica stared at her, a mixture of disbelief and curiosity in her eyes. "Switched bodies?" she repeated. "How is that even possible?" "It's the necklace," Jennifer said, touching the Gemini Heart. "It happened when... when things got intense between Isabella and Alexander. One minute I was me, the next... I was in her body."

I lie there, blinking up at the sky that spins like a coin tossed in the air. My lungs won’t work. I gasp—but nothing comes. Any minute now. Everything fades. Stars explode behind my eyelids. My mind is slow, something is pulling me far away. Five. Four. Darkness creeps in, curling around the edges of me. Three. And then— I move. I don’t know how. I just do. I watch through my eyes as someone else takes over my body. They twist us to stand. As they move to use our arms, everything screams in pain. We are angry! We pour it all out into our last attack.

Seth asked, "Is that all you have to say to me?" "I have no idea what else to say." I lowered my head to look at him. "I would sympathize if you were someone else, Seth, but when it comes to you… I don't think you deserve it. If it wasn't for the body switch, I would be the one suffering right now. Wait, that's not right. I would suffer more than you. Would you have sympathized with me if I were the one in the hospital bed? I have no idea what to do with you when I ask myself that question."

“Have you ever shifted before?” I shook my large head no. He sighed and leaned closer. “Just picture yourself as human. Close your eyes and see it. Picture your hair, your face, your body. See yourself and hold that image.” I closed my eyes and did what he said. I imagined the girl I used to be. Long brown hair to my waist. Petite frame. Bright green eyes. Five feet of barely held together strength. I focused hard, and then it hit. My body contorted, bones cracking, skin stretching. I screamed through the change. And then it was over.

Ten minutes before the flight boarded, Zonday suddenly left the airport. He left in such a hurry that he didn't even say goodbye to me. My call also couldn't get through to him. His line was constantly busy. I just smiled and didn't question him further. I was well aware of what was happening. My hair had become shorter because I had cut some of it and given it to the beggar. He took the hair which originally belonged to Camilla and performed a spell to stop the face-swapping process. The face-swapping spell was broken by the beggar.

I muttered, fixing my gaze on the ground. “You mean you…” he trailed off, then cleared his throat. “But of course you don’t. Your memories are gone. Right.” He coughed. “It’s quite simple, really. Sometimes it can be brought on by strong emotion, but it doesn’t have to be. Both forms are yours. Both bodies obey your will.” He glanced at my hands. “Twitch your fingers.” I did. “How did you do that?” he asked. “I guess I thought about it? Not even that. I wanted to, and so I did.”

“You’re missing how this whole thing works, babe. You can’t force yourself to change, but you have to allow yourself to do it.” Everly raised both eyebrows. “What?” she asked. She really had no idea what he was talking about. “You know that you want to be a human again, right? So you just let yourself become a human. It will probably help if you close your eyes the first few times you do it, but you don’t have to. Just imagine yourself back in your human body, and it will happen. It’s really not rocket surgery.” He winked at her, and she scoffed at his bad joke—rocket surgery. “I’ll shift, go in, get dressed, bring out a blanket, and then, you won’t have to worry about standing out here nake

“Now. Shift back.” It’s a struggle to focus on the change through the painful assault on my body. But Frost leaves his fingers against my forehead, and I focus on that little pinpoint of cool in a world of fire. My shifter magic races through me, tugging my legs back in, turning paws back to hands and my bent torso into a human one. When I’m done, I’m lying on my side on the concrete with bits of broken glass, cigarette butts, and rocks beneath my naked body.