Whatever

"Whatever, they're mine now," Miles said walking away from the staircase.

"I hope you enjoy your periods, asshole!" Caitlin shouted to her  former body.

After discovering a ring that belonged to an ancient princess the two somehow found their bodies swapped. Miles had robbed a jewelry store and found his ring, meanwhile Caitlin's finance found her the perfect ring for her.... until it turned out to be the ring that swapped her and Miles' bodies.

After weeks of hunting Caitlin found her old body, in the possession of Miles, a runaway convict known for violence against his wives. What she never expect was to see the former monogamist so content with his female body.

After confronting him the convict grouped his breasts and taunted the former women. She was beyond annoyed at his antics.

Too Big

PSA: I wrote this story, and the next few (up until a post titled Revenge of the Nerds) while I was really drunk. I'm sorry for subjecting you to my drunk self. 

Jesus, my tits are way too big, Tyler thought adjusting his tits in his bikini. You can't make art out of these!

Tyler had recently found himself within the bodies of both a Japanese model and her stylist. At first it was pretty damn sexy, buy disorienting. Now it was just disorienting.

The former man was constantly wearing clothing that was obviously too tight for his busty body, but the producers didn't give a shit. It's be one thing to be a busty model, but to be a busty model and her stylist was way too much. At leas the masturbation was something to look forward to after the shoots.

Dress Code Part 4 - 40%

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Maddie walked into her old house and made her way to the guest bedroom as requested. Where there once had been a bed a large desk with two monitors stood. On the wall near the door were a few mannequin, each wearing a peculiar strapless bra. In front of them were boxes labeled with bra sizes and a label saying "Zero-G by BFF."

"Hey Maddie," a familiar voice said from behind the monitors, "how are things going girl?"

"Pretty good," she said taking a seat, "I see you're enjoying my old life."

"You betcha I am," Kelvin said. "How's being a dude?"

"You know, I actually like it. I feel like I get a lot more respect from strangers, and friends alike. Plus there's something about pleasing women in bed I love! How are the old girls treating you?"

Kelvin took a second to register what she meant by "girls," he looked down at his cleavage and smiled at his old body. "They are treating me fantastic!" He said giving them a squeeze. "Oh, I hope you don't mind me doing that, I love your breasts."

"By all means grope them, rub them together like you're trying to start a fire, or even tattoo them, they're your future back problems now," Maddie said.

"That's great to hear," Kelvin said, "because they might be my future back problems, but they are also our biggest profit makers."

"Our profit makers?" Maddie looked around the room at the boxes and strapless bras. "What have you been doing in my body?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Kelvin retrieved a rectangular piece of paper from his breasts and handed it to Maddie. "Sorry, I couldn't resist hiding it there. Now go on, look at it!"

Maddie unfolded the paper, it was a check written out to her. "Oh my god," her brain was still trying to parse the number, "is this real?"

"You betcha it's real," Kelvin's face lit up, "and it's all yours. That's 40% of the company's revenue since its inception."

"What the fuck have you done in my body since we swapped?"

Kelvin gave her the whole run down of his invention, how he quit her job to take up BFF full time. He concluded it with, "You're my best friend Maddie, I literally could have never of done this without you. Don't you see, this swap was a huge blessing in disguise, we can be rich! Thanks to your feminine assets I was able to make a product people wanted, but I can't do this alone. You're an expert in sales and marketing, I got myself fired from your job for being a shitty saleswoman. How'd you like to come on board as my official co-founder?"

Maddie could't believe what she was hearing. Her best friend had finally succeeded at one of his dumb inventions, and he was asking her if she wanted to be a part of his new ventures. "Do you think I'm stupid?" she said "Of course I want to come on board!"

Kelvin jumped across the desk and hugged his best friend as tight as he could.

Dress Code Part 3 - "In my office"

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"Can I see you in my office, right now, Madison?" Cynthia said through the phone's receiver.

"Uhhh sure," Kelvin closed the tab open to his online store. Sales have been up all week. "Be right there."

Kelvin walked into his boss' office. "Have a seat," Cynthia said. Kelvin obeyed.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about?" He asked.

"Madison," she said, "are you feeling alright?"

"Of course, better than ever actually," he paused. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know how to say this," she took a deep breath and placed her hands in her lap. "But over the past few months you've been acting a bit... different. It's like your stumbling around in your job, like everything you knew just disappeared."

"Is this about the dress code violation?" Kelvin asked. "Because I listened to you, I haven't worn a shirt showing my cleavage at all in the past few weeks. I honestly thought that would help with sales..."

"No, this is not about your sudden defiance to the company dress code. Although that certainly was the first of many straws. No, this is about your sudden drop in sales. We hired you on because of your amazing performance in your last job, your results were way more than we could ever hope for. But for the last few months your performance has been dropping... substantially. I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go."

Kelvin said nothing. He wasn't surprised, in fact he was actually grateful. Honestly Kelvin hated car sales, he hated car salesmen in his old life and he felt so dirty being a saleswoman now. Plus this news was breaking just ahead of his schedule.

"I'm sorry," Cynthia said.

"No need to apologize," Kelvin responded. "I actually was going to give you my two weeks next week."

"Oh really, why's that?" Cynthia's voice had a twinge of curiosity in it.

"I've been running my own company on the side, and it's just now taking off!"

"What have you been doing on the side?"

"I invented, a 100% strapless bra! I call it the Zero-G. It's phenomenal, and the sales have really taken off! I actually just incorporated the company last month."

"Oh really, that's good for you," Cynthia didn't seem to believe what she was hearing. "What's the name of your new company?"

"Breasts Friends Forever," Kelvin laughed. "I know the name's a little on the nose, but I couldn't help it. Don't worry, I shortened it to BFF for marketing purposes. Here, let me show you the bra I'm even wearing one myself!" He began pulling up his shirt.

"Out!" Cynthia pointed towards the door. "I've had enough of your antics."

"Fine," Kelvin said putting his shit down, "your loss."

The Heiress Part 3

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"How can somebody be so beautiful, young and rich, and yet still be lonely?" Aaron said while stroking the fur of his pet tiger Orion. "It's been over three years since I became the heiress, three years since abandoning my old life to become a woman fifty years younger than my age. Yet I can't seem to find the happiness I used to have. Nobody gives a shit about me anymore, all they see if a hot piece of ass and only focus on sleeping with me or whooing me with their money. God, I miss my wife...."

Orion yawned and lied his head down. Aaron rested his head against the tigers body.

"Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh to Jonathan," he contemplated. "At least he loved Zoe, and I mean who wouldn't kill to be married to a woman with this body? I saw the look in his eyes when he approached me at the bench, that was true love, not lust like all the other men and women have towards me. At the very least I can pretend to love him so I can remember what it was like to be in love." Aaron let out a big sigh then slapped himself in the face. "Goddammit Aaron," he said, "don't dwell on love! You're better than this, this is your life now, not Zoe's. Just because you have her face doesn't mean he'd treat you the same way he treated her, plus he wasn't that hot. Fuck, I need a distraction." Aaron reached across Orion and grabbed his phone. He scrolled through his recent messages until he found Omar, one of his many new boy-toys. He hit the dial button and let the phone ring.

"Hey Omar," he said in his sexiest voice, "I'm bored as fuck right now. Want to come over and entertain me?"

"I'm always up for entertaining beautiful women," Omar said. "Let me finish up a thing or two at work and I'll be right on over."

"Mwah!" Aaron said into the phone before hanging up. Who needs love when you're so goddamn sexy anyways?

Dress Code Part 2 - Prototype #16

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"Alright, here goes number 16..." Kelvin said to his topless reflection in the bathroom mirror. The former man put what looked like two concave butterfly wing shaped cups tethered together with a drawstring on his breasts. He held his breath for a few seconds, the cups stayed on. Kevin did a little dance admiring his reflection, he couldn't believe it he had actually made his own strapless bra!

The former man was taking his new life as his best friend Maddie in stride. He had never considered the thought of ever becoming a woman, but ever since Maddie and him found themselves in each other's bodies just four months ago the two had been enjoying their new found gender. It was as if the universe blessed them with the ultimate gift: a gift neither of them knew they wanted but loved more than anything else in the end.

The only thing Kelvin didn't like about being a woman was the bras. They were tight, the straps were annoying as hell and would move around randomly. He tried going braless for a few days but that didn't help either, his breasts flopping around everywhere was just as annoying as straps. So he decided to do something about it.

Inventing things was always something Kelvin was passionate about. He had a series of failed inventions: a refrigerator magnet for an iPad mini (the magnet always failed, causing the screen to shatter upon impact with the floor), an app that would tell you where you parked (turns out most people had better memory than Kelvin), a business card app, and so many many more.

Kelvin kept on dancing in his new strapless bra, not only was he happy that after 16 prototypes the damn thing worked, but he felt as if this product actually could sell well. No more push-up bras with an underwire digging into women's ribs. Instead women everywhere could have all the sexiness of a push-up bra and none of the inconveniences. He put on a tank top, gave his breasts a little adjustment, then took his new invention out for a "field test" about town.

Caught in the Act

"What the hell are you doing Harry?" Kelli shouted to her husband. "Why are you wearing my dress wedding dress in my body?"

Harry turned around, his breasts still exposed to the air. He let out a laugh in his wife's voice. "You caught me!" He said throwing his hand in the air, "I wanted to see how you felt wearing this beautiful dress on our wedding day."

"You could have just asked me," Kelli put her hand akimbo, "I thought the one rule we had with your powers is to never impersonate family."

"I wasn't planning on leaving the house," Harry said. "Here is this better?" He shifted his face into Emma Watson's.

"Ugh, that doesn't look right," Kelli said, "it's like looking into a bad Photoshop of me. Put my face back on."

Harry changed his face back into Kelli's. "Listen babe, ever since I got my powers I've been really curious on what your perspective is like, I felt like wearing your dress would help me understand you more. I know it sounds weird, but-"

"Well go ahead," Kelli said her voice no longer stressed. "If you're already halfway there I might as well admire how I looked on our wedding day. Just next time please let me know if you're taking my form."

Corporate Espionage

Francis frantically dug around the desk of his corporate rival, Mike O'Neal, the CEO of a rival insurance firm of Francis'. Francis wanted to find any dirt on his rival company to give him a competitive edge. His trusted lawyer, Hannah, had stumbled onto an ancient artifact set of rings that allowed anyone to possess the wearer of one of them, as long as the other one wore the counter part. It was a shot in the dark, but Francis was a collector of ancient artifacts so even if it didn't work it wasn't an all out lose.

The two had the posessee ring shipped to Mike's office as a "gift" from an anonymous shareholder of the company. Unfortunately for Francis, once the rings power was activated he found himself not in Mike's desk, but the desk of secretary: Tabatha. Turns out Tabatha checked all of Mike's mail, and decided to try on the ring herself before passing it on to her boss. Given that the effects only worked for an hour, Francis had no right to complain, after all he was close enough to Mike's office. According to Tabatha's calendar Mike was in a meeting for the next hour, and afterwards he had a private appointment with her. Perfect! Francis thought.

The CEO stumbled into his rival's office on his heels. He took the heels off and closed the door behind him, and got to work. He dug all around looking for secret folders, logged into the computer for anything incriminating. He began sending everything he could find into a proxy email he set up. He could look at it later back in his body.

The door behind Francis creaked open. In the frame stood the tall slender figure of his very own rival. "Can I help you with anything Tabatha?" Mike asked.

"No, everything's fine," Francis said. "I'm just cleaning your desk. I thought you were in a meeting."

"How sweet of you, Tabby. The meeting ended earlier than scheduled. Which means our private appointment can start ahead of schedule," Mike closed the door behind him. Francis gulped, he wasn't liking where this was going.

Distractions

"Yeah, I'm looking into it," Guy said into the phone's mic to Mackenzie, "no I haven't done anything crazy in your body. Look you've been like a sister to me, I'd never ever take advantage of you or your body." Guy began playing with his breasts with his free hand. "Have you done anything with my body? Glad to see we have mutual respect for each other. I suppose you can consider this a true test of our friendship." Guy smiled, moving his left hand down down to his borrowed vagina. "Now if you excuse me Mackenzie , I have to get back to my research to figure out what happened to us. I don't need anymore distractions..." Guy grazed the top of his clit with his finger. He let out an involuntary moan. Mackenzie didn't react on the other end. "Whelp gotta go, time's a wastin'" He hung up and gave his full focus to the region between his legs.

Taking a break for a bit, but don't fret!

Hey everyone, just a quick update. I'm going to be taking a break for a bit to focus on other aspects of my life, but don't you worry I have enough captions in the backlog until October 12th. I'm only mentioning this because I'm not sure when I'll be getting back on, it might be before the 12th or after. This weekend was an emotionally rough weekend for me, with a lot of ups and downs, so I put all that emotional energy towards writing more than enough stories to get it out of my system. I have a lot of things I need to work on in my personal life that I can't use this blog to run away from it until things are straightened out.

Thank you all for being such supportive fans. Don't worry, I'll be back :)

- A Shifter

Jumper

It's so high up here, Luke thought peering over the railing, I can't believe I was dumb enough to jump off of this.

Luke never felt at home in his own body. He knew he had to be a male, but he never felt like he wanted to be a male. So he went through most of his 47 years as a male. He got a job as a welder, he watched football with his friends, he wore suits when he envied women for wearing dresses. Later in life he put those thoughts aside and decided to man up, so he had three beautiful children with a beautiful woman who he loved, but he never once felt as home in his own skin.

Then one day his wife left him, and took custody of his children. Luke felt absolutely betrayed and alone. His wife and children were the very reason why he felt at home in his skin, despite the constant nagging thoughts.

Three years after their divorce Luke decided to off himself. If he couldn't be comfortable with his own body, and he had nobody to share it with, then what was the point in living anyways?

So Luke went to a building he deemed worthy enough to kill him and jumped.

They often say that once a jumper takes the leap that jumper immediately regrets ever taking the jump. Survival instincts take over and all of a sudden they realize how much they actually love life, and how it was a terrible mistake to let gravity pull them straight to the surface of the Earth. Luke was no exception. What was exceptional was at the very moment he crossed the 4th floor, a new set of instincts took over, he made eye contact with a woman in the room for a brief moment and the next moment he was standing in her place. The entire building rushed to the scene of his splattered body on the pavement below. Luke just stood in shock, in shock that not only did he live but he was in a body not his own.

That was six years ago, since the jump he had lived the lives of many women. A late blooming body hopper, it took a life or death experience to grant him his full potential. He had never been happier.

"Is everything alright?" Hilary asked. She was his current girlfriend in his current body. She wrapped her arms around Luke, Luke wish he could tell her everything. "You look like somebody died."

"It's nothing," Luke said giving Hilary a kiss on the cheek, "in fact I feel more alive than ever. How about we get off this chilly roof top and head back to your place?"

"I thought you'd never ask, it's chilly as fuck up here," Hilary said taking Luke by the hand as they made their way off the rooftop.

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"Do you like the new place Aubrey?" Bello asked his newest beauty. "It's the best I can find closets to the office. New York Apartments are hard to come by, especially ones in Manhattan."

"Its great!" Aubrey said. "Thank you so much for this Mr. Bello, I mean Tory. It's just that..." the model went over to the window seal and sat down, she gazed longingly through the blinds.

"Is everything alright dear?" Bello reached out to comfort her.

"No," she said, "everything isn't alright. I don't deserve this."

"Of course you do," he said, "all my beauties deserve only the best."

"You don't understand, I didn't ask for this, any of this," she motioned her hands towards her torso. "This life wasn't supposed to be mine." Bello noticed a slight choke in her voice, like she was holding back tears. "And now I'm working for one of the best fucking company in the world, for literally the nicest man on the entire fucking planet. And yet," a lonely tear flowed down her cheek, "I don't deserve this at all."

Bello sat down next to Aubrey, he had seen many of his models break down from gratitude, who felt like they were impostors in their lives. "There there honey," he rubbed her arm, "you totally deserve this. You're a very beautiful young woman with an amazing talent, you deserve this."

"That's the thing," Aubrey sniffled, "I shouldn't be a woman. I didn't ask to be a woman, none of this was supposed to be mine. This was supposed to be Aubrey's and I just fucking took it right from under her feet because of some stupid accident at the pool." She couldn't hold back her tears anymore and leaned into Bello's shoulder and cried. "I'm not Aubrey. This isn't fair."

"What do you mean?"

"If I told you, you'd think I was crazy," the woman claiming to not be Aubrey said.

"No I wouldn't, you're secret is safe with me. If there's something you need to get off your chest you can trust me until the grave."

"You're too kind Mr. Bello," Aubrey lifted her head an looked Bello directly into his eyes. "But you won't believe it, I could hardly believe it when it happened to me and I'm still processing it all."

"What happened at the pool?"

Aubrey gave herself a moment to compose herself. "Alright," she said, "but if you no longer want to work with me after I tell you this I understand. But you're right, I have to get this off my chest, it's been killing me since it happened. This is a secret nobody knows, and I mean absolutely nobody." She took a deep breath. "I've only been Aubrey for ten months, well ten months and nine days to be exact. What time is it?"

Bello looked at his phone's clock. "Two forty-five," he said.

"Ten months, nine days, and twenty-three hours and sixteen minutes to be even more exact. My real name is Kevin Fernandez, I am supposed to be a junior in high school, well senior now I guess. I had a girlfriend named Judy, she was my first girlfriend and the only girl I slept with. I wanted to study biomedical engineering, not get into modeling, it's just that modeling came easy with this body." Kevin looked at Bello in the eyes, oddly his eyes seemed full of understanding.

"God," Kevin retreated his gaze, "I sound like a fucking lunatic."

"No no, go on, Kevin. Is that how you want to be addressed?"

"I don't know," Kevin said. "I haven't been called that since the pool incident. It feels weird being called that now."

"What happened at the pool?"

Kevin sighed. "Something happened that I do not understand. A freak accident occurred when I dove off the diving board. I went into the water as sixteen year old Kevin Fernandez and I came out as twenty four year old Aubrey Svenska. I don't know how it happened, or why. All I know is that when I swam to the edge of the pool to pull myself out I was wearing a bikini with these tits sitting right inside of it." Kevin motioned towards his breasts. "When I was trying to keep calm and evaluate the situation, Aubrey, in my body, physically assaulted me and told me that this was all my doing. She still doesn't understand to this day. I have to keep on blocking her on everything because she thinks I'm some pervert who ran off with her body. But I didn't, I liked my life before becoming Aubrey and I had a girlfriend so I didn't need to literally be inside of a woman's body to get close to one. Hell I hardly even masturbate, and I haven't even had sex as a woman yet. I'm just taking this one day at a time, and somehow things are just going absolutely fucking perfect for me. Jesus, I bet you're thinking of sending me to a mental hospital right now."

"Do you like being Aubrey?" Bello gave Kevin a comforting back rub.

"Yes," Kevin said, "that's the thing I really like being Aubrey. I never considered myself to be a transgender but I really really like being a woman. I don't think I could ever go back to my old life after living as Aubrey. Sure there are things I miss: Judy, my family and my friends, and not having periods," Kevin gave a light chuckle to his own joke. "I don't want to go back, especially after meeting you Mr. Bello. You've given me pride in being a women, I feel more empowered now than I ever did in my old life. That's why I don't feel like this belongs to me, this isn't my life this is Aubrey's but I want it to be my life now. You've given me more than I could ever dream of. When I first became Aubrey she was just some Instagram whore."

"Language," Bello said.

"Fine, she was some c-list Instagram model living paycheck-to-paycheck with her photographer boyfriend Chad, and now I'm living in her body as an A-list model in New York. It's doesn't seem right."

"Be honest with me, Kevin," Bello's voice was stoic his back rubs stopped. "When we selected you to join the beauties, were those photos of Kevin-Aubrey, or Aubrey-Aubrey."

"They were all my work," Kevin's lips curled into a thing smile. "To make this story even more unbelievable the photos you selected as my 'best work' were photos that I set up, Kevin-Aubrey set up. I even broke up with Chad weeks before I even took those, everything you saw was all me. How fucking stupid is that?"

"Is what?"

"That a sixteen year old boy with an interest in science, was a better model and photographer than a semi-pro model and her professional photographer boyfriend?"

"Maybe this was meant to be," Bello resumed rubbing Kevin's back. "Maybe you were meant to be Aubrey, and the universe set things straight when you dove into the pool."

"Jesus," Kevin choked up a little, "do you even have a mean bone in your body?"

"Can I trust you with a secret?" Bello asked.

"Sure," Kevin whipped some more tears from his face, "I bet it won't be as crazy as mine."

"Oh, you'd like to think that," Bello took his arms off of Kevin's back and stood up. "Give me a moment, it's been a really long time since I've done this in front of somebody." He took a deep breath and put his hands into a prayer like pose and closed his eyes. Kevin just stared at the man, he had no idea where this was going. Features started to shift in Bello's face, his jawline became more angular, his pointy nose grew wider and flatter. The man's dark brown hair shifted to a light blonde and began to fall downwards. His shoulders grew slimmer, and his belly receded. Bello shrank at least four inches. The man was slowly becoming more feminine and feminine by the second. Kevin's jaw was dropped. After a minute or two a young blonde woman stood where Bello stood.

"Ta-da!" He said, his voice still deep and masculine."Whoops, let me do that again" he cleared his throat, "Ta-da!" This time a young woman's voice.

"Oh my god," Kevin was tense he didn't know how to react, "why are you Tiffany?"

"That's because I am Tiffany! Pretty impressive isn't it?"

"N-n-no," Kevin stammered, "this can't be real!"

"I'm as real as you are, plus weren't you the one just telling me that you used to be a teenage boy? You have no excuse to claim you don't believe it. I'm a shapeshifter, we're not so different you and I. Here, come up and see for yourself."

Kevin stood up and approached the former man. 

"Don't be shy," Bello said. He took Kevin's hand and placed it on his cheek. "Does it feel real enough for you?"

"Oh my god, please tell me this is just some sort of fever dream," Kevin felt around Bello's face. "That's all what's happening isn't it? This is just some sort of weird fever dream. I'm in a coma from slipping and falling at the pool, and all of this is some sort of weird fantasy my mind is playing on me. A weird fantasy dealing with body swapping with models and meeting shapeshifters."

Bello giggled. "Owtch," he cried, "be gentle with the hair. It's as real as yours."

"Sorry," Kevin said. "Do you have you know...."

"What?"

"Everything?"

"Yep, I'm 100% organic woman. Here, feel for yourself," Bello took Kevin's hand and placed it on his right breast. Kevin groped his own to compare. Yep, they were real alright. "And down there?"

"Vagina and everything," Bello guided Kevin's hand between his legs. Kevin felt nothing.

"This is unreal," Kevin retreated his grip.

"This is as real as it gets," Bello said. "Do you know why I chose Tiffany's form?"

"No."

"I've seen the way you look at me when I'm Tiffany," he took a step closer to Kevin. "I think you have a crush on me."

Kevin blushed, this was too much to process right now. His boss-now-coworker was now making advances towards him.

"Yeah, she's-" Kevin paused, "I mean you're a very beautiful girl, everybody's eyes are on you when you're on set."

"And there are at least half a dozen beautiful girls on set too," Bello moved even closer. "But only your eyes are on me when I'm Tiffany." He wrapped his arms around Kevin's waist, a warm sensation lit up between his legs. "Now you said earlier that you haven't had sex since becoming a woman," he moved his right hand up to Kevin's breasts and began messaging them. "I can change that for you.:

A soft moan escaped Kevin's mouth, he had no idea his breasts were so sensitive. This was too weird, but going with the flow had worked so well so far since becoming Aubrey. 

"I'll take that as a yes," Bello guided Kevin's hands under his pants and between his legs. Yep, that was 100% vagina down there, "I told you to not be shy. How about I show you, man-to-man, what it's really like to be a woman?"

"Yes," Kevin said, "show me everything!"

Dedication

"Now that's dedication Courtney," Collin's personal trainer Annie cheered. "I wanna see you pull those weights in and out, you got that, in and out?"

Collin looked dead ahead towards his reflection. He was still in disbelief that that Asian woman in the mirror was him, but he knew it was even if he didn't like it.

"One, two, three," Annie said counting his reps, "that's it girl you got it!"

Collin used to be a body builder, he saw himself the be the apex of masculinity with his bulging pecks and fabulous thighs. Unfortunately that was stolen from him from his ex-girlfriend Courtney. She took everything he had the moment he broke up with her, from his house to his body. Now he was dedicated to gaining that masculinity back, even with a pair of tits.

Game of a Lifetime

"Jesus Christ, what the fuck was that?" Miguel screamed at the top of his lungs. " Come on Annie, please don't fuck this up!"

Miguel was an emerging professional football (soccer) player, he had gained a small following and was on the verge of being picked into the big leagues, then out of nowhere him and his wife Anastasia found themselves in each other's bodies the week of his upcoming game of a lifetime. It was his region's championship and some of the most known sports recruiters were attending the match.

Anastasia was making Miguel look like a fool on the field, she had never been properly trained in football outside of them screwing around with each other. She was as elegant as a cat in a bathtub and stumbled over every kick or passed towards the void instead of a teammate.

It was the beginning of the second half and Miguel's team was down 8-1. Miguel put his head between his hands and sobbed, his career was over.

Dress Code

"WTF are you wearing??? You're gonna get me fired for violating dress code you asshole," Maddie's text read. "Put a sweater or jacket on right now before you ruin my job," Maddie immediately sent.

Kelvin leaned back in his chair and laughed, his best friend was losing her shit while he was taking over in her job. Maddie was like a sister to him, they had been friends since fourth grade, before either of them knew how hot each other was going to become in their twenties. They were so close they even were roommates with each other in college. Now all of a sudden they found themselves in each other's bodies for no reason other than bad luck at all. Kelvin was loving every moment of it.

"Aren't you chief of sales here?" Kelvin texted back, "I'm just trying to look good to persuade the clients. Now why don't you relax as I make you look good? ;)"

Harder Than He Thought

It didn't take Nicholas long to realize that being a trophy wife was harder than he thought. He always envied the life of his neighbor, Natasha, she was the 24 year old trophy wife of James Killeen, a 62 year old retired CEO who Nicholas used to work for.

Nicholas had always been jealous of James for marrying a woman like Natasha, how could an old fart like James get such a hottie like Natasha? Meanwhile, James an average looking dude, could hardly sleep with the ugliest girl in the bar. What James envied even more was how Natasha didn't even have a job, if he could look that good and never ever have to work again, despite being female, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

Fortunately for Nicholas one day him and Natasha awoke in each other's bodies. At first Nicholas was ecstatic, he no longer had to ever work again, and he was hot as fuck! It didn't take long to realize that being as beautiful as Natasha meant a busy schedule of working out, hair appointments, pedicures, manicures, clothes shopping, and now his new husband James expected sex at least four times a week. Being a trophy wife was way harder than Nicholas had thought.

The Heiress Part 2

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"Isn't is beautiful Zoe? The brush strokes are beyond elegant, they're like if God himself aided Michelangelo in his creation of this piece," Aaron's date rambled on and on about the painting the two were standing in front of.

"Yeah, yeah I get you, Michelangelo is a great painter," Aaron interrupted. "But honestly I don't give a shit, I own five Michelangelo originals I don't want to look at any more of his work. I literally shit next to Leda and the Swan every morning. Looks James, if you're gonna sway me with art like every other fucking guy I meet it's over."

"But," James said.

"Sorry James, you're not the kind of man I'm looking for. You got the money, but you're just as cliche as Michael, Harry, Kevin, Aaron, Kyle, Bill, dude the list goes on and on. I'm out of here," Aaron walked away from his date. Being a rich woman was great, but every fucking guy he met was the same, and he had no time for them anymore.

Whoa.... Part 6

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"The ocean breeze feels fantastic!" Kevin closed his eyes and brushed back his hair.

"Glad you like it here Aubrey," Bello said. "And I say, you are looking more beautiful than your photos."

Kevin blushed. "Thank you Mr. Bello, it means a lot to hear it from you in person. You're looking handsome yourself."

"No need for complements, and please call me Tory," he took Kevin by the hand. "Now I believe I was going to show you around town before our big shoot tomorrow."

"Yes please," Kevin smiled, "I've never been to New York before. I'm as happy as a boy on his first date. Uh, I mean a girl on her first date."

Kevin had been working with the Bello Modeling Agency in a satellite location for some time now. The job was fantastic, from the work culture to the pay and the benefits. After being thrown into the world of modeling after the Pool Incident Kevin was terrified of becoming Aubrey at first. It didn't help that he heard from some of her other modeling friends that sexism and abuse from the male managers and photographers was rampant within the industry. Bello Modeling was considered a godsend to the models, but getting in was hard.

At Bello the models come first, and everything else was second. The models are what sold the product, they weren't just fancy mannequins to dress up. And the slightest hint of sexism or misogyny from an employee wouldn't be tolerated. Positive body image was another thing they supported, if a model put on a few pounds then that was fine, as long as she wore the clothing confidently and took pride in her body, she could keep on working.

Kevin felt Aubrey's friends envy the moment he got the offer. They were more astounded by the job offer than he was, he didn't care that the letter had Bello's signature on it. He was just happy he didn't have to keep on being an "Instagram whore" as he called it. All her advertisers would pay him only based on impressions, so he constantly had to be putting content up and go on photo shoots with Chad. On top of it all he had to deal with the barrage of dick picks in his inbox. Once Kevin lost Chad he was thrown into a loop and couldn't support himself 100% just on Instagram posts alone, fortunately the Bello offer came in a few weeks later.

What surprised Kevin the most about the offer wasn't the money or the prestigious company name, but that the reason why he was chosen as a model was for his work. The photos they cited in the letter that made Bello decide he wanted Kevin on board were photos he took, not the Aubrey before him, not even ones Chad took, they were straight up photos he did with his own two hands. He had no idea he was such a natural model.

A few months after working at the satellite location Bello personally called up Kevin and invited him to their headquarters in New York City. Bello wanted to personally know each of his "Beauties" as he called them, and Kevin immediately took the offer.

"So when do I get to meet the other Beauties?" Kevin asked.

"Tomorrow at the shoot. Is there any Beauty you're most eager to meet?" Bello asked.

"Hmm, I really want to meet Bianca, she's so pretty! Oh, and Tiffany I hear is fantastic as well, the way she holds her self is so strong and inspiring. And I hear Jamie is just hilarious to be around."

"You'll meet them all my sweet Aubrey," Bello smiled, his hands still firmly grasping Kevin's. At that moment Kevin felt a deeper connection between him and the modeling mongol, like Mr. Bello knew where Kevin was coming from and appreciated him less for the beauty of Aubrey, and more for the person he really was. Maybe Mr. Bello had a secret like Kevin's too, at this point he was wiling to believe anything was possible.

And off they went to hit the town and later the photo shoot.

Best Cosplay Ever

"I look fabulous!" Ken (Mercy) said snapping a photo of his three favorite Overwatch characters in the hotel mirror.

"Three cosplays at once," the Reaper said, "they said it wasn't possible."

"Can you say best cosplay ever???" the Tracer said.

All three ladies burst out laughing. "Oh my god this is ridiculous," all three women said in unison. "I need to stop talking to myself."

Ken was a young body hopper, and a huge fan of Overwatch. Since discovering his powers of possession he was able to assume any body he wanted to, but one thing his fellow hoppers said was impossible was to possess multiple bodies at once. He sure proved them wrong. Ken, with enough practice, managed to take over three good friends: Amanda (Reaper, left), Kimmy (Mercy, center), and Hannah (Tracer, right). To say it was weird controlling three bodies at once was an understatement, but Ken would not not have the best cosplay ever as his three best Overwatch characters.

The Heiress Part 1

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Jonathan couldn't believe it. In the park sitting on a bench down the path was his wife, Zoe. His heart stopped, he hadn't seen her since she disappeared three years ago.

"Zoe!" He shouted while dashing across the park, "Oh my god Zoe is that really you?"

He stopped panting in front of her. "Zoe, it's me, Jonathan, your husband!"

She lowered her head to gaze over her sunglasses.

"Who?" She asked.

"What do you mean? Do you not recognize me? We were married for five years before you disappeared."

"Hun," she said hardly making any eye contact with him, "I never disappeared, I've been exactly where I wanted to be. You must be mistaking me for somebody else. Now if you'd excuse me, I'm waiting for my date to arrive, it'd be rude for him to see me talking to another man, especially one claiming to be my 'husband.'"

"But I am your husband! What happened to you Zoe? We were going to have kids, I was going to be a father, and you just left me unannounced."

"Gross, I hate kids, that's why I got my tubes tied. Now can you please leave me alone? You're embarrassing me."

"Tubes tied? You mean you fixed yourself?" it was then Jonathan realized the enormous size if her chest he didn't remember it being so large, "Did you get a boob job too?"

"Uh, rude," she said looking away. "If you say one more word to me I'm going to call the cops."

"Zoe..." Jonathan said.

"Nu uh, one more word and you'll be in handcuffs," she reached into her purse and grabbed her phone. "Now shoo," she waved at him.

Jonathan retreated, he had no idea who that person was. She looked just like Zoe, she sounded like her and everything, but she wasn't Zoe, at least not anymore. And he was right, she was no longer Zoe, inside her body was a man formerly known as Aaron who had stolen her body for the huge fortune she had inherited from her deceased parents. Aaron was a business rival to her father, eventually he had to file for bankruptcy and he blamed his misfortune on Zoe's father. The rest of his life he swore he would take back what was rightly his, so when the moment of their death occurred he became their only child, Zoe. He had run away from her old life to live the life he had always wanted to live with "his fortune", not what Zoe wanted.

Gratitude Part 3

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Ever since James was a child James had admired Jessica Rabbit. It wasn't the same way his other young male friends tended too, sure he agreed she was beautiful and sexy, yes he was totally into her tits, but all of that was secondary to who she was. She was a strong woman who took absolute pride in her sexuality and took no shame in being feminine. And the way she wore her dress was absolutely stunning, James wanted everything she represented, and now he could as Emily.

James found a perfect replica of her outfit online and ordered it. It took a little longer than he expected to finally wear it since Emily's breasts were apparently so large that they wouldn't fit, so he brought the dress to a tailor to have it adjusted. Once everything was fixed he eagerly put on the outfit and snapped a photo.

All dressed up and nowhere to go, James went with "fuck it" and wore the outfit all day across town. He didn't care if he was showing too much skin, he didn't care that he was making dozens of men and women stair at him, and he didn't care he was obviously dressed as a character from a 90's movie. All he cared about was feeling as sexy, strong, and feminine as Jessica Rabbit.

Whoa... Part 5

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"Why'd we have to get sushi?" Aubrey asked her former body. "I hate sushi."

"I'm sorry Aubrey," Kevin said, "but I've really been craving sushi lately, and between the two of us I'm the one who actually gets a paycheck. Plus I really liked sushi in my old body, so you might like it with my tongue. Now eat up!"

Aubrey reluctantly put a piece of sushi in her mouth, it actually didn't taste that bad, but she wouldn't let Kevin know. "Eww, raw fish, I feel like I'm gonna get sick."

"Now what did you want to talk about?" Kevin asked dipping a piece of sushi into soy sauce.

"About getting my life back. I'm tired of your games."

"And I'm tired of your bitchy behavior. Look," Kevin said reaching out to his old hands, Aubrey pulled back, "I get it. You were a model, your body was your everything, without it you'd be back to square one. But let me make this clear to you: I have no clue how we switched bodies, it just happened, and the sooner you realized that the easier it will be. This swap could be temporary, it could be permanent, I literally have no idea, but I'm taking it day by day. Plus I wasn't a bad looking guy, you'll do fine in my body." Kevin took another piece of sushi and put it into his mouth.

Aubrey gazed deep into her old eyes. They were so deep, so stunning, so beautiful, and they were hers, even if a teenaged boy hid behind them. One half of her mind wanted to believe Kevin, that this was all a freak accident, like a lightning strike. The other half wasn't going to let her lose what was her. Watching somebody else live her life in her body was so agonizing. It was like FOMO, but you were missing out on everything in your life, forever. She felt a sinking sensation in her stomach, there really was no way she would get her life back, accident or not. She lost what little of an appetite she already had.

"It's not fair," Aubrey began cry, "it's not fair!"

Kevin attempted to comfort her but she refused, "Stay away from me you bastard!" She shouted, the whole restaurant turned their gaze towards the two.

"Is everything alright over here miss?" Their waitress asked.

"Yes everything is fi-" Kevin said before Aubrey interjected.

"No, everything is not fine. I want my body back!" She reached across the table knocking the platter of sushi on the floor. "It's mine, and you have no right to be in it, give it back you fucking pervert! Give it back!"

Two waiters rushed to the table and pulled Aubrey away from Kevin and dragged him out of the restaurant. Kevin was sitting paralyzed, flashbacks of the day he became Aubrey with his old masculine fingers wrapped around his thin feminine neck flashed through his head. He didn't know what to do.

"What was that about?" Asked the waiter.

"It's... complicated," Kevin said shaking from the adrenaline. "Can I get a bottle of sake? The biggest one you got, I don't care how pricey it is."

"Sure thing miss," the waitress walked off towards the bar.

Kevin couldn't believe what he saw in Aubrey today, he thought she could be reasoned with, but apparently he misjudged her. Just how the hell did Chad put up with her for three years? He needed a big drink to calm the nerves and time to think about the whole Aubrey situation.

In the Contract

"This is not the job I wanted," Corey said to his new manager Mike.

"But you wanted a job didn't ya?" Mike said, "and I got ya one. Do you know how many girls would kill to have a body like yours? Every fucking one of them."

"Yeah, but I didn't want this body!"

"Uh uh, don't raise your voice at your manager, or you'll get a strike," Mike wiggled his index finger. "Beggar's can't be choosers. You wanted came in here looking for a job, no place would hire you with your criminal record, and I hired you because I have a soft spot for ex-cons looking to get their life on track."

"And you turned me into a fucking whore without my consent!" Corey whispered.

"What do you mean without your consent? It was right there on the contract you signed, you gotta read the fine print. We are a breasturant, we only higher well endowed women, you were not a well endowed woman so I fixed that."

"Then I fucking quit!" Corey shouted.

"Well fine, hopefully you like being a woman. The contract explicitly stated that 'anyone who had their body modified cannot regain their original features until they work here for at least two years, or pay the establishment one-hundred-thousand-dollars.' So by all means, you can quit but you're not getting your old body back until you fulfill your contract. So get to work, Kelly..."

"Kelly?" Corey asked.

"Yep, that's your name now, it was in the contract."

Enjoying the View?

"Enjoying the view?" Mitch asked the teenaged boy he caught staring up his shirt as he was digging in his sister's purse.

The boy quickly averted his gaze to someone else. Mitch recognized the boy, he was a dorky kid in his math class, Gary was his name. Gary was so shy Mitch be he had never spoken to a girl other than his mom or teachers. Mitch decided to have a little fun with him.

"Don't be shy," Mitch said still leaning over. "I wouldn't have worn this shirt if I didn't want anybody to look. Come over here," Mitch sat down and rubbed his hand on the ledge, "take a seat."

"I-I-I think I need to go," Gary stuttered.

"What, you don't have a few seconds to spare for a pretty girl like me? Every teenaged boy does, come on take a seat I don't bite."

Gary walked over and sat down next to Mitch.

"Let me see your hand," Mitch said.

Gary silently held his hand towards him.

"What's your name?" Mitch asked.

"G-G-G-Gary," Gary said.

"Have you ever felt a boob before Gary?"

"N-no, in fact I haven't even touched a girl's hand before."

"Awe, well that's too bad," Mitch brought Gary's hand up to his sister's breasts. "Here give them a squeeze."

Gary gave a small squeeze.

"Do you like that Gary?"

"Mhhmmm," Gary said feeling up Mitch's chest.

"There's more where that came from, but first," Mitch took Gary's hand away from his breasts, "I need you to do me a favor. Do you want more Gary?"

Gary eagerly nodded his head.

"Do you see that Game Stop over there," Mitch pointed.

"I do."

"I want you to go in there and buy me a copy of Dark Souls 3 for the PS4, if you get that for me I'll take you back to my car and we can have a little fun."

Without hesitation Gary stood up, "I'll be back in a few seconds." He said and made his way to Game Stop.

"Man," Mitch said, "I love being in my sister's body." He gave his chest a good squeeze. "You girls are masters or persuasion," he said looking at his tits.

Whoa... Part 4

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"There you are you pervert," Kevin heard a familiar voice say behind him. "I don't know what you did back at the pool, but you're through!"

"Oh hey Aubrey," Kevin said. "How are things going?"

"Fan-fucking-tastic," the former woman's voice rang of sarcasm. "Enough games, how did you do it?"

"Well they reached out to me and offered me the job, all thanks to my Instagram."

"Wait, just what the hell are you talking about? And you mean my Instagram."

"Oh I thought you were talking about my new job a Bello's. I just announced it on Instagram on Monday. Were you talking about the swap? Yeah I still have no fucking idea how that happened, but I'm getting the hang of it now. How's my old life treating you?"

"Wait wait, back up Kevin. Are you talking about the Bello? As in Tory Bello's model agency?"

"Yeah, you've heard of them?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? That's my dream job! First you take my body and Chad from me, now you take my dream job?"

"How many times do I have to tell you," Kevin raised his voice, "I don't know how this happened. I'm just going with the flow. Oh and PS Chad and I split."

"You left Chad?" Aubrey's mouth dropped.

"Well technically he left me, he wasn't a fan of the 'new you,' I understand. Plus he wasn't really my type, anyways. But he was sweet, so I'll give him that."

"You bastard!" Aubrey reached towards her old body.

"No touching or I'll scream for help and put a restraining order against you," Kevin said.

Aubrey back off and opened her mouth, "You're the worst."

"Like I said, I'm just going with the flow. You should relax and enjoy your new life, I know I am," Kevin checked his phone for the time. "I gotta go, I have a photo shoot in an hour back at the studio. We're modeling a new Victoria's Secret athleisure line today. We can catch up some other time. Bye Aubrey!" Kevin blew his former body a kiss and walked away leaving a red faced Aubrey behind him.

Easiest Job in the World

"Man, I got the easiest job in the world," Jordan said booting up his webcam. "Just change into a busty blonde, put on a push up bra and a low cut shirt, and bam money for days!"

Jordan had been trying to get into the live streaming business for some time now with no luck. He wasn't a good gamer like a speed runner or pro, he wasn't funny nor charismatic. All he wanted to do was leave his shitty desk job and play games all day instead. But nobody gave a shit about some other white dude playing games on Twitch, that was until he discovered he was a shapeshifter.

Shapeshifting made streaming easy, all he had to do was become a sexy woman and instantly thousands of views.

"Hey everybody, it's Jammin' Jordan here with another stream!" Jordan said to the camera. "Today we're gonna play some PUBG and finish it off with some Overwatch. Let's Jam!"

Girl's Night

"Holy shit your boyfriend's tits are so huge, can I touch them Luke?" Stephanie said.

"Sure," Luke said, "but you got to call me Lacy now. It's weird being called Luke in this body."

"No problem Lacy," Stephanie groped the former man, "holy shit they're real."

Luke laughed, "Of course they're real, I didn't willingly choose to get tits, The Metamorphosis just gave them to me."

Luke had been a victim of what the news was beginning to call The Metamorphosis, an event that caused a small population all over the world to wake up transformed into somebody else. He had been very fortunate that his girlfriend, Beth, was so helpful with his transformation. There were stories about couples splitting all across America, but it turned out that Beth had always been curious about dating women, but she loved Luke, which made the transformation very fortunate for her too.

Since Luke was now Lacy, and as Lacy, Beth invited him out to her monthly girl's night with her BFF's. It was the first time they had seen the new Luke and they were taking it in stride.

"You know what I love about your new tits Lacy?" Beth said.

"What's that?"

"I can finally get my revenge and motorboat you!" She playfully stuck her head between Luke's breasts.

Luke gasped in amusement, "Stop!" He laughed.

"Make me," Beth said and continued motorboating her boyfriend. All the girls and Luke laughed.

Whoa... Part 3

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"Let's look at the beautiful face," Chad said. Kevin looked directly at the camera and grabbed the ribbon on his hat. "Perfect as usual Aubrey!"

"Are we through yet?" Kevin asked, "I'm getting hungry."

"We're through whenever you want to be babe," Chad reached his hand out to help Kevin up. Kevin refused.

"I can get myself up," Kevin stood up and wipped the sand off his legs. "Ugh, I hate the beach."

"What's gotten into you babe? You used to love the beach. You know, you've been acting really strange ever since that teenager assaulted you at the pool. It's like I don't even know you anymore. Is everything alright? Is there something on your mine?"

"It's fine, I'm just on my period," Kevin lied. "Now can we get going?"

"Either you're lying to me or your body's fucked because you told me you were on your period last week too. You  know what, I'm through with this. I put up with your strange behavior for two months now, because I kept on telling myself that 'Maybe she's just traumatized from the pool indecent,' but obviously not."

"Wait Chad, I didn't mean it." Kevin felt his lifeline slip away.

"No, I'm not hearing it again. I'm leaving," Chad turned his back to Kevin. 

"How am I supposed to get home?"

"Take an Uber," Chad walked off, "I need to think."

"Fuck!" Kevin said, "God fucking dammit!" He threw his hat on the ground and stomped it into the sand. 

Get Used To It

"I can get used to this," Haru said admiring his new busty body. "Plus it's not like this is my first time being inside this body, just the deepest." Michael removed his bra and gazed at his perfect tits. "Fuck, white girls are the best!"

Earlier that day Michael awoke in the body of his mistress. The former corporate executive rolled over expecting to see her missing, and a note in her place.

The note read:

It's over Michael, you got what you wanted out of our secret relationship: sex with a younger hotter woman than your life. Now it's time for me to get what I wanted out of our secret relationship: your money and your life. Better get used to being a woman, because we're through. 

- Cynthia

"Whelp I built myself up from scratch once I moved to America, I can do it again. That bitch just bought me a good 20 years back of my life. But first," he said grabbing a vibrator from her drawer, "I got some other business to take care of first."

What the fuck?

"What the fuck?" Tom squealed, his voice was much higher than it was the night before. "Why the fuck do I have tits on my chest? Why the fuck is my voice so high?"

"Mhhmmm, honey can you turn the TV down? I'm trying to sleep," a deep voice next to him said.

Tom rolled over and saw a shirtless man next to him in bed. "Who the fuck are you?"

The man opened his eyes, his expression changed from calm and relaxed to shock and terror. "Who the fuck are you?" He echoed back.

"Ahhhh!!!!" They both screamed simultaneously and jumped out of the bed.

Tom didn't recognize the room at all, it wasn't the one he fell asleep in. "Where the fuck am I?" The man said.

"I was about to say the same thing. Just what the hell is happening here?"

After a few minutes of screaming back and forth at one another in confusion the two managed to calm down. Tom learned that the man in his bed was actually his wife Ellen, but the two were still trying to figure out who they were exactly.

"Oh my god," Ellen said looking into the mirror, "I know who we are!"

"Who?"

"You know the old house the Henderson's used to live in down the road before they sold it? Well two young newly weds moved in just last week. We're them!"

"Holy shit, I love you honey!" Tom said kissing his wife in the lips, the roughness of her new beard was odd. "But now what the hell do we do?"

Sneak Peak

"Are you gonna show me her tits or what?" Henry said through a mouth full of hamburger.

"Fine, I'll give you a sneak peak," Taylor said reaching into his bra and revealing his new breasts.

"Ah, just like I remember them," Henry took a sip from his drink. "Hey, thanks for letting me hang out with Chelsea one more time, even though-"

Taylor quickly covered up his chest as a woman walked by.

"Dude, why did you block my view?"

"I don't want anybody peaking," Taylor said.

"Like I give a fuck, she cheated on my anyways."

"Man I shouldn't have told you about my powers, you have no decency," Taylor said popping his breasts back into his bra. "You only got one day with me as her, after that no more favors."

"Fine," Henry said taking another bite of his hamburger, "but you gotta promise me the best sex in my life."

Whoa... Part 2

Part 1

"Man I make a good woman," Kevin said admiring his new image in his phone. "It just took a whole fucking month to get right." He snapped a photo and uploaded it to Instagram.

Kevin was adapting to his new body, it took a while. He not only had to figure out how to be a woman, but also figure out who exactly he was which was a lot of work given all the passwords people used, thank god for fingerprints unlocks for phones.

He figured out he was now Aubrey Svenska, an Instagram model. And that didn't mean she was just some hot girl with a social media account, no she was a full fledged model who made most her living off of Instagram, mostly through product endorsements. That by itself was a lot of pressure for the former teenage male who never worked a job in his life to live up to.

As he was figuring out his new life he kept on using the "I'm too sick" excuse to work. But he realized Aubrey's, now his, bank account was running low and he didn't want to keep on using her, now his, boyfriend's money to survive.

That was another thing he didn't see coming. Kevin had never had a girlfriend in his life and now all of a sudden he found himself in the middle of a three year long relationship with some photographer dude who looked like the douchiest prep from his high school, and get this, his name was fucking Chad. It was almost comical how stereotypical Audrey's boyfriend was. But Kevin didn't break up with Chad because Chad was ridiculously supportive of Aubrey, he was so loving and caring that he was the perfect person to help out Kevin through his rough time. He helped Kevin get on his bras, he bought pads for Kevin's first period (man, what a ride that was, with cramps for days), and he even cooked dinner every night. Kevin felt bad about using Chad so much, and thinking so many bad thoughts about him. Although Kevin still couldn't fathom having sex with him, luckily "I'm not in the mood" worked like a charm with Chad.

After a month of adjusting and figuring out who Audrey was Kevin was finally feeling a little comfortable with his new body and life. After spending four hours of trial and error with makeup Kevin finally felt satisfied and snapped a new photo of himself to upload to Instagram, he captioned it "I'm back bitches!" Not a minute later his photo gained over 500 hundred likes and 60 comments.

The comment section flooded with heart emojis, comments from random men all across the world with variations of "I love you Audrey" or "Looking sexy girl" but there was one that stood out to Kevin. It was an user by the name @IWantWhatsMine187 that said "I hope you burn in hell Kevin."

Kevin immediately deleted the comment and blocked the user. Apparently Audrey hadn't adapted as well as Kevin had with her new life.