Interactive Stories Body Swap Novels & Stories

Staring at the undeniable female anatomy, Mom was dumbstruck. At long last, she was about to realize she had given birth to Juliet. However, the very next second, Mom abruptly flipped, thrashing wildly on the hospital bed. "This is unbelievable! How dare you swap my baby? I clearly gave birth to a boy!" Juliette's condition was rapidly deteriorating. I circled anxiously in the sky. She was so small and frail; she wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. Fortunately, the doctor stopped wasting his breath on Mom. After sweeping Juliette up into his arms, he rushed out to find Dad. "Who is here for Eleanor Leigh?"

Right after my C-section, still groggy from the anesthesia, he held Finn and asked, "Jen thinks he looks like she did as a baby. Don't you agree?" Later, Melvin kept badgering me until I pulled some strings to get Jenny into the top kindergarten in Crestford. Looking back, it finally hit me. Had Melvin known who I really was all along? I hastily left my bank card, with access to millions, with my best friend and rushed home, clutching my bag. I combed through the bags and jewelry in my walk-in closet. My heart dropped. The Hermès bag I'd won at Pavrielle's auction—one of only five ever made—had been swapped for a fake. The embroidered pearl clutch I'd secured through royal connections in Len

His teeth graced the lacy bra where my nipple rested. My body reacted and my legs heat. I crossed my leg but he refused and placed his knee right above my knees parting them. He moved his legs up the short dress till it was inches away from my panties. I brought my legs up, trying to hold myself. My hands left the seats, letting my back rest against the door. I let my body give way to him and reached for his hair, sticking my fingers through it. He groaned, one of his hands shooting towards my hands. He grabbed my wrists placed a hand against the other then pressed it against the window.

He paused to cough again, then glared at the kid while continuing, "t-targeting... me!?" "Hahaha, hello!" The kid arrived before him and began to half-circle him to check how bad his condition was. Eithan very much hated the laughing eyes of the insane bastard in the midst of his inspection. "Hahaha. You don't know how much trouble I had to go through just to summon you here. Just to inform you, I had to body-swapped with you then teleport back here. After that, I was about to introduce myself earlier when you suddenly ran. Anyway, it's nice meeting you, half-host 98, hahaha. Your title is so funny. Half-host!"

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.

I joined him a few moments later and slept all through the night until this dream woke me up. I went to the cabinet attached to the table and pulled out the book we obtained from the library. Apart from the pages I had fiddled on the day we got the book, I barely went through the material. The storm hit off and left me completely distracted. I went through the table of contents. Body Swap! There was a chapter dedicated to Body swaps in Chicago. I quickly got to the page and began to read through it. When I got to a particular point, my hands began to tremble.

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.

Because I knew my fate might be worse than those oysters'. I opened the letter with trembling hands. Sure enough, no matter how graceful Sarah's handwriting tried to be, it couldn't mask my mother's wrath boiling beneath the lines. Switching grooms without notice—Strike One. Running off and getting married on my own—Strike Two. Then vanishing without a word to the family—Strike Three. The kind you don't come back from. By the time I reached the end, where Blake was frowning hard at the page, a strange sense of calm settled over me.

Friends told me they'd seen Jayden strutting through designer boutiques, and my phone was filled with photos they'd sent of his lavish lifestyle: a watch, a new car, another watch. I neither blocked nor replied. It was all comedy to me—how lost they were without the Devin Group. The third, biggest rebate never came. Overnight, both the scheme and Sophie vanished. Jayden's company teetered on bankruptcy, the money they had once earned through us long gone, replaced by a mountain of debt. The next morning, Jayden showed up at my door, his face gray and hollow. When I stepped out, fresh from a business meeting, he forced what he must have thought was a charming smile. "Leah!"

Everyone in our neighborhood knew me as the meek full-time housewife. I had no income and no social life. Every hour of every day went to the kitchen, my child, and my hypercritical mother-in-law, Sofia Carter. Yet when I woke up, I had somehow swapped bodies with my insufferably smug husband, Kevin Carter. My phone lit up as he sent one mocking message after another: [Olivia, you act like having a baby entitles you to lie around at home all day, watch the kid, and throw together a couple of meals.] [For your information, this swap is permanent. I can finally get some rest.] [Don't run your mouth at my office. That management job is way beyond what a brain that never even made it through col