Male Body Swap Novels & Stories

The reversal roared around her. She struck him with the bloodstone. He staggered, his body glowing, then smirked. “You can't reverse the blood,” he said softly. “You can only give it a new shape.” Sarah froze. “No,” she growled. “I will give it peace.” He laughed. “There is no peace.” At that moment, the crown’s shards rattled from John’s chest in the memory she carried. The role swap twisted everything: John’s body above ground held the crown, but his soul was here or somewhere between.

We have an army of rogues ready to attack when I tell them to, but they're useless if they're going to get themselves killed. I hear something outside, so I peek out the open door and see Gabe carrying two women over his shoulders. I can't help the giddiness I feel at finally looking human again. When he walks into the shack and puts them side by side on the bed, I climb up to inspect them. I need to sacrifice one for her blood, and the other will become my new body. I study them each carefully. They're both young and pretty. One has short black hair with pale skin, and the other has long blonde hair with a slight tan. I decide I want to be the blonde, so I'll sacrifice the other one.

"Not yet. But I'm getting close." Shirley and I were raised in the same orphanage since we were kids. I knew she was tied to some kind of trade system. I could hear her talking to it. The cruel part? I was the only one she could use for these swaps. The only small mercy was that the system capped her at three. The first one happened when we were 13. Shirley was born with a heart defect, so she swapped hers for mine. She left the hospital completely cured. Me? I collapsed from acute heart failure and spent a week in intensive care. Even now, I haven't fully bounced back.

Sarah's physical exam for the Moon Goddess Festival was done at my Healing Center. I was close with the warlock doctor, Carl, who handled the check-up. So, I saw her report before anyone else. The indicators were shocking. Severe silver poisoning. Carl was an authority on this. Our center had just joined the Wolf Blood Donation Registry, so I also knew immediately that my blood was her only chance. When Sarah and Leo barged into my office, I was counseling a werewolf with mania.

Every face was filled with disbelief. My mother coldly pointed toward the two figures. "The reason they both collapsed at the same moment is because the soul exchange has taken effect." Every eye in the room turned toward them. Samuel, who was now in Vanessa’s body, was currently snapping selfie after selfie with his phone's front-facing camera while muttering excitedly to himself. "Oh my God, these eyes are gorgeous. And these lashes are so long... My lips are beautiful too. They're naturally perfect..." True to form, Samuel cared only about looking beautiful, wearing pretty clothes, and finally having the body he'd always dreamed of.

He called out for his AI. A male toneless voice replied, "Hello, Doctor." "My daughter's files, please." Holograms flickered across the room as he examined the algorithms and cellular components of the matter. He glanced at the other room, separated by a wall and a glass frame where the cold, robotic humanoid and a frail human body laid on raised beds. Lights shone on the two female figures of the same likeness. The transference room was ready for the swapping process. Doubt flickered in his eyes. What if it doesn't work? He shrugged with doubt and thought to himself, a thousand errors to get one success.

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.

I'm the head cheerleader for the Westbrook High football team. I couldn't walk through the front gate without a crowd closing in around me, and one candid photo could set the entire school message board on fire. Then I woke up one morning inside the body of the two-hundred-pound girl in my class, the one everybody called ugly. Our souls had traded places. She sent me a message. [Your good days are over, Corinna Vale.] [And let me be clear, this swap is permanent. From today on, everything people ever envied you for belongs to me!] [As for you, go rot in that body for me!] But I looked at the girl in the mirror and laughed out loud. She had only seen the shine on the outside. She had no idea

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

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.