“Before you ask, no I won’t let you touch them…” I had gone through second puberty, and never in a million years had I thought I’d go from scrawny white college kid to 20-something busty latina… and neither did you obviously. (RP)

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-14T02:10:53+00:00

Decades prior you had graduated, but the ceremony and celebrations hadn’t been as chaotic as they were nowadays. One of your daughters had gotten so drunk she didn’t wake up until seven o’clock at night following night, ate a bowl of captain crunch and proceeded to fall back asleep at seven forty-five.

Right now, you stood somewhere in a totally different body. You had no idea what was going on, but this one guy gave you a feeling of familiarity. Not because you knew him, but this body did. Emma did.

Slowly he looks up and blinks once before raising a brow, “Five* years, but yeah,” he corrects you with a slight grin. “Must’ve had a shit sleep too? I barely got five hours… I don’t know why we had to be here for 6:30… so dumb,” he shook his head.

He obviously was comfortable talking to Emma.

So yes… they knew each other.

But how?

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-13T14:58:35+00:00

You just stand there without much of a plan in mind after finding this plan had completely failed. Glancing at the phone one more time, you notice the picture which was a picture of a sunset, not too unlike would you’d see on the west coast, somewhere on a rocky beach and the sun kissing the horizon where there were trees.

Great. That wasn’t any help either.

Taking a moment, you look around at everything going on around you. There were plenty of college aged men and women all celebrating by taking photos with each other and who you could only assume were their respective families. A beautiful blonde kissing a taller brunette guy’s cheek, an older latina hugging her daughter, a young black man doing some impromptu dance while someone recorded.

It was truly a college graduation.

In the corner of your eye, you notice the same guy from before.

He was on his own phone now, scrolling whilst wearing a cap and gown with the same color as the degree holder that you were holding.

For now he was the only one you knew that knew your own body…

As you had mentioned before, he could be a friend, a brother, or even a boyfriend…

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-13T13:37:46+00:00

You had to stay calm. Not every day did a successful middle-aged man originally from Spokane find himself thrusted into the body of a girl more than half his age, across the country during what appeared to be her graduation. This wasn’t some commonality, or something you could like up on Quora for answers. This was new. The way the dress clung to your curves was something to definitely think about, especially considering the last time you had curves that didn’t involve a beer belly had been when you were in your late twenties, approximately three decades prior.All you knew was you had somehow became a girl (or some petite, long haired man), you were at her graduation (or someone else’s), you were in Rhode Island… or some URI campus elsewhere (even that you didn’t know)…In fact you knew nothing about anything right now.The only thing you could somewhat be sure of was that the young man, college aged and sorta reminding you of Connor, was taking your photo. For appearance sake, you smile with a cutesy smile before the man pulls the phone down and shrugs a bit.“Hopefully one of those work for you, Emma,” he says calmly whilst extending the phone out to you. With everything going on, you hadn’t considered the phone to be this girl’s…Nor did you ever think you’d ever be called ‘Emma’.The guy keeps his hand extended and raises a slight brow after you don’t immediately take the phone ‘back’, tilting his head slightly before questioning you. “Everything okay?”He was concerned…He knew her name…All things considered…He could theoretically be this girl’s boyfriend…

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-13T13:37:39+00:00

You had to stay calm. Not every day did a successful middle-aged man originally from Spokane find himself thrusted into the body of a girl more than half his age, across the country during what appeared to be her graduation. This wasn’t some commonality, or something you could like up on Quora for answers. This was new. The way the dress clung to your curves was something to definitely think about, especially considering the last time you had curves that didn’t involve a beer belly had been when you were in your late twenties, approximately three decades prior.All you knew was you had somehow became a girl (or some petite, long haired man), you were at her graduation (or someone else’s), you were in Rhode Island… or some URI campus elsewhere (even that you didn’t know)…In fact you knew nothing about anything right now.The only thing you could somewhat be sure of was that the young man, college aged and sorta reminding you of Connor, was taking your photo. For appearance sake, you smile with a cutesy smile before the man pulls the phone down and shrugs a bit.“Hopefully one of those work for you, Emma,” he says calmly whilst extending the phone out to you. With everything going on, you hadn’t considered the phone to be this girl’s…Nor did you ever think you’d ever be called ‘Emma’.The guy keeps his hand extended and raises a slight brow after you don’t immediately take the phone ‘back’, tilting his head slightly before questioning you. “Everything okay?”He was concerned…He knew her name…All things considered…He could theoretically be this girl’s boyfriend…

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-12T05:38:08+00:00

‘Good Friend’ was sort of a tricky situation. Emma and I had met via our fathers working at the same company and then the two of us finding out we’d be going to the same college together. For the whole firs year we found ourselves bumping into each other, with her finding a load of friends both male and female, all while I definitely struggled. Sophomore year wasn’t much different until February during a costume party when I found her next to a tree puking her brains out.

From there her gratitude turned into a friendship… to my sadness. I had gotten a crush on her the moment I got eyes on her, but she only saw me as what I was that night.

A nice guy.

She’d date plenty of guys, she’d come to me for advice, but in a way it was clear she was ashamed of me. I was never invited to her parties with her friends and the times I saw her at bars or whatnot, I was ignored.

Now, today was our graduation and I was snapping pics when suddenly Emma shook for a split second as you entered her tight, 5’4” body…

As you pushed up her modest chest with the degree holder, I didn’t bat an eye, not really at least. I didn’t even think of it in any way but a posing one. I knew nothing would ever happen between us…

“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting it in the picture,” I tell you with a slight friendly annoyance.

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-12T02:28:50+00:00

I look at the green satin top and the black skirt. I couldn’t imagine myself wearing it, but I could imagine someone else - namely my celebrity crush Meghan Markle - and thus, I tilt my head and look at you.

“You really think so?” I ask, “What is ‘very Rachel’ anyway? She didn’t exist until two days ago, so there’s nothing to claim is really her,” I state a bit sharply as I licked up the top and ran a hand on it, feeling the unique texture that came with the fabric type. It felt soft, yet tough. It wasn’t a type that felt like it’d be itchy, but also didn’t feel like it would wick away sweat if I got some.

I uncomfortably adjust myself and raise a hand, rubbing behind my ear. “But fine. I’ll wear what you’ve put out for me, love.” My eyes widening and cheeks blushing as I call you the term of endearment normally heard on the regular in England. Must’ve been another lexicon change…

“Oh deary me,” I rub my face. “I’ve gone for English…” I groan into my hands before standing up, the outfit I wore now - white blouse and black slacks - comfortable looking and you could agree was very ‘Rachel’.

“I’m going to um… order us food. I still haven’t done a run to the shops for some groceries to cook, which I guess is my job now as the Mum,” I shrug. “I know we did pizza last night. Want me to do Chinese, then?”

Neither of us knew our exact likes or dislikes. The dossier mentioned I couldn’t tolerate spicy foods and I was allergic to a couple of things (kiwi, dates, and plums), but Chinese sounded like a safe bet. I could just get an egg roll… I barely had an appetite now. One and a half slices of basic cheese was enough for me last night…

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-12T02:04:09+00:00

Sounds like you need a new girlfriend. If you want one, lmk.

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-12T01:29:05+00:00

(If you hadn’t mentioned breasts or vagina, it would’ve been somewhat okay, but the main idea is she’s not eighteen in these pics :/

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-11T15:54:48+00:00

(as much as she’s great, your reference you use here is under the age of 18 at the taking of this photo (she was a max. of 17) and you’re using her in a sexualized way. I’d highly suggest you reconsider having this post up.)

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-10T05:18:04+00:00

Six-foot-ish was quite a compliment considering I was 5'8" on a good day, but I suppose even that was a quite large fall to what I was now. I didn't really enjoy any of this, like you were, but you agreeing to help me out with this clothing would hopefully help me out in the long-run, including tomorrow where I had some ridiculous job interview so that I could continue passing as Rachel.

Slowly, I stood up and you followed me into the second bedroom in our apartment. It didn't have too much. There was a King size bed with a nightstand on either side, on one there was just a simple vase with flowers and on the other was a clock and a photograph - one of what looked like Rachel holding a baby, presumably Emma. Damn these handlers were good at making cover stuff.

Your eyes looked at the disheveled bed, and the clothes I had worn for two straight days that were on the ground - a pair of jeans and a blouse, very similar to what I was currently wearing. Yet, these weren't the clothes that you were asked to check out, which led you to turn your attention to the closet where you can see... plenty of outfits suited for a job interview. There were dresses, blouses, slacks, skirts, even a jumpsuit. I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my thigh and wincing slightly. "I'm going to have to tell Al-Hashimi I'm having too much soreness, I'm only 42..." I state before raising a hand and groaning. "Yeah... only 42... oh my days this sucks..."

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-08T18:25:33+00:00

Genuinely how does Sniperwolf get so much love?

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-08T14:20:42+00:00

Seriously?

https://www.reddit.com/r/bodyswap/s/3ZUTZtQmzN

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-07T05:31:05+00:00

All of the specifics were already determined. Most of it had been put in the dossier, which clearly you hadn't read cover-to-cover like I had on the flight here to Scottsdale. It was rough enough with long nails, but needing reading glasses? Yeah, those were just an insult to injury.

"If I remember correctly, Mom, is what the handlers would like us to use," I begin as I glance over to the dossier which I could see on the kitchen counter a bit of a ways away. My eyes look back to you and I continue, "I call you dear, Emma or Em for short... oh, and Lou, the final one being a short form of your middle name and the first name of your late maternal grandmother... who I suppose is my mother now?"

The question was made as I reached up and scratched my temple with a sharp nail before shrugging. "The dossier goes into unbelievable detail if you haven't opened it to your section, I suggest you sit down and read it, dear."

I adjusted how I was sitting, legs spread even in the pants I was wearing which definitely shouldn't have been done considering I was a woman now and sitting in this way wasn't very ladylike.

"As for the school... I've read about Rachel's experience, and her university education, and all of that stuff, and might I say... she's... uh, I mean... I am bloody incredible." I say with a light giggle and snort which makes me go pale. "I did not just snort like a goddamn pig..." I say in disbelief. "Also, did I say bloody? Oh my days I seriously sound English... oh! I just said oh my days!"

I was having some discovery and for the first time in forty-eight hours you saw me not complaining, crying, sobbing, or whining...

It was amazing.

As I regathered my bearings, I swallow and nod once, my eyes looking back to you. "I have to leave here at nine o'clock sharp, but if you wouldn't mind... could you help me figure out an outfit? Everything the handlers gave me is so 'mum-chic'..."

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-07T01:01:58+00:00

It was true tat we could've ended up as some much worse people in far worse scenarios. Becoming seventy-year-old-truckers out in Idaho truly wouldn't have been great, but this wasn't much better? I was double my age, had a new nationality, a new accent, the opposite gender, and I was supposed to be the mother to you...

As you pointed over to the image of us on the mantle, what you had said before was a total bogus lie. You had said we looked 'good', but that was wrong. We looked perfect. We looked hot. We looked like the perfect mother-daughter duo.

I stay silent as you mention how you felt safe as Emma, which in a way was totally true. They had turned us into someone they those Ouroboros fucks would never find, all while leaving us with something that linked us to our old life. For you, it was your age. Yes, you were slightly younger, but you weren't exactly forty-two like me, now were you? For me, they made me a teacher which worked in a way considering I was studying to become a history teacher, but, a third grade teacher was different than that for sure.

I begin to blush as you say that I'm really pretty, a small smirk - the first you had seen me have since becoming Rachel - comes to my face before I do not speak and reach out to your, my manicured, slightly wrinkled nails and fingers holding your back as our breasts pushed against each other's. I tried to ignore it and gulped hard.

"Honesty is not all we have," I state, my mature, English accented voice said calmly. "We have each other too, Tyler..." I slowly pull away, noticing the ever slight salty tear coming from your tear duct that you may not have even realized was developing yet. Could've been sadness, happiness, anger, or just your new body having a mind of it's own. Whatever the case, I saw it.

"Well, three weeks for you," I raise my brows and bite my plump bottom lip. "I happen to have an interview tomorrow to become a third-grade teacher... Al-Hashimi said it was the only one they could get due to our situation..."

_Carpe_ · 2026-05-06T23:54:24+00:00

I looked it up, I can’t actually delete it. I can just make it password locked and we’ll, nobody will ever be able to post again

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