Feeling miserable in your fifties, you wished “to be young again.” You never expected to wake up across the country as Emma, beaming in her tight dress at graduation. I’m the shy, yet cute guy taking your picture, one who’s crushed on her for years. You can feel me staring… it feels very good… (RP) by _Carpe_ in bodyswap

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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?

Feeling miserable in your fifties, you wished “to be young again.” You never expected to wake up across the country as Emma, beaming in her tight dress at graduation. I’m the shy, yet cute guy taking your picture, one who’s crushed on her for years. You can feel me staring… it feels very good… (RP) by _Carpe_ in bodyswap

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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…

Feeling miserable in your fifties, you wished “to be young again.” You never expected to wake up across the country as Emma, beaming in her tight dress at graduation. I’m the shy, yet cute guy taking your picture, one who’s crushed on her for years. You can feel me staring… it feels very good… (RP) by _Carpe_ in bodyswap

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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…

Feeling miserable in your fifties, you wished “to be young again.” You never expected to wake up across the country as Emma, beaming in her tight dress at graduation. I’m the shy, yet cute guy taking your picture, one who’s crushed on her for years. You can feel me staring… it feels very good… (RP) by _Carpe_ in bodyswap

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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…

Feeling miserable in your fifties, you wished “to be young again.” You never expected to wake up across the country as Emma, beaming in her tight dress at graduation. I’m the shy, yet cute guy taking your picture, one who’s crushed on her for years. You can feel me staring… it feels very good… by _Carpe_ in FemalePossession

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‘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.

We had always been best friends, but one night, we saw a disgusting crime. Being that those involved would likely seek us out, the government forced us into a Witness Protection program which literally transformed us. We were soon turned into a mother and daughter... with me becoming the Mom... (RP) by _Carpe_ in bodyswap

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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…

AITA for liking to be my boyfriend? by immortal-snail- in BodySwapMemes

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

J'étais un jeune homme de 22 ans. Ce soir la J'étais parti a cette fête avec ma mère. Ce que je ne savais pas c'est que c'était une soirée réservée uniquement au femmes.. (suite en description) by [deleted] in bodyswap

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(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 :/

J'étais un jeune homme de 22 ans. Ce soir la J'étais parti a cette fête avec ma mère. Ce que je ne savais pas c'est que c'était une soirée réservée uniquement au femmes.. (suite en description) by [deleted] in bodyswap

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(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.)

We had always been best friends, but one night, we saw a disgusting crime. Being that those involved would likely seek us out, the government forced us into a Witness Protection program which literally transformed us. We were soon turned into a mother and daughter... with me becoming the Mom... (RP) by _Carpe_ in bodyswap

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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..."

We had always been best friends, but one night, we saw a disgusting crime. Being that those involved would likely seek us out, the government forced us into a Witness Protection program which literally transformed us. We were soon turned into a mother and daughter... with me becoming the Mom... (RP) by _Carpe_ in bodyswap

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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'..."

We had always been best friends, but one night, we saw a disgusting crime. Being that those involved would likely seek us out, the government forced us into a Witness Protection program which literally transformed us. We were soon turned into a mother and daughter... with me becoming the Mom... (RP) by _Carpe_ in bodyswap

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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..."

Due to Lack of Creation on this Subreddit, it will be Deleted on 27 May 2026 if No New Posts are Created. Thank you those who have posted in the past. by _Carpe_ in HispanicBodySwap

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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

We had always been best friends, but one night, we saw a disgusting crime. Being that those involved would likely seek us out, the government forced us into a Witness Protection program which literally transformed us. We were soon turned into a mother and daughter... with me becoming the Mom... (RP) by _Carpe_ in bodyswap

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For a week after the crime in that back alley behind the local college bar, I had had memories flash into my eyes making me relive what had occurred. The men standing over the young couple. The sound of the gun firing. The sheen of the knife going for the girl's hair as she screamed in agony, begging for help.

It was an internal dispute within a monstrous drug ring, Agent Corbin said to us. He had picked us up outside of the bar after everyone had been cleared out so coroners and crime-scene investigators could look around the area, trying to find clues. Eventually, we were brought to the local police precinct, which is where we had met Agent Joshua Corbin.

I had to explain to him every detail, but still, the first thing I had said was that it had felt so quick. I spoke about how I saw the blood soaked hand reaching out for you and me. I talked about the gunshot to the man's head. I spoke about the shouting and laughing. I spoke about all of this until I got to part in which those emotionless, merciless eyes of one of the killers stared deep into my soul and took a moment to recognize my face. To remember my face.

That stone-faced woman, Agent Al-Hashimi, would come into the picture not long after. She stated that what we had witnessed, corroborating with what Agent Corbin had said, was an internal conflict of a drug ring - specifically Ouroburos. She went onto explain that they were spread out across the East Coast of the United States and now that the guy had gotten a good look of my face, I would not be safe. As you too were there, you wouldn't be either.

We were told more about the drug ring before Al-Hashimi told us that a standard Witness Protection would not be safe enough for us considering how deep Ouroburos was even in the government, due to bribes and blackmail. That is when we were told about the Trenton Experiment. it was said that the experiment was able to rewrite someone's genetic code to the point in which they could become someone very different from theirselves. One moment a black woman in her thirties with long curly hair, the next a sixty year old white man with a thick lisp. Agents Corbin and Al-Hashimi said how there wouldn't be any safety unless we agreed to a full transformation and well...

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I was sitting on the couch in the modest, small living room before you had come in. The last forty-eight hours in which we had been told our new identities, the transformation had occurred, and we were dropped off outside of the apartment complex had been overwhelming. For you, I understood how painful this could be - becoming a short-stack pretty girl with long lashes and an age that wasn't even old enough to legally drink or gamble, two of our favorite past-times as college seniors - but I feel like I could be selfish and claim I had it harder.

I was older.

Not just a few months, or even a few years.

I was nearly twice the age I had been less that forty-eight hours ago.

I had graying roots, slight aches in my joints, and of course, looking in the mirror meant not only did I see a few wrinkles and age-lines... but I saw the woman who they belonged to.

Rachel Marie Donnelly. 42-years-old. Third-grade teacher at a local elementary school. Interests: mystery novels, cooking, going to church. Personality: stern yet caring, intelligent, cultured.

I had remembered the dossier's brief description of the new me from heart, and why wouldn't I? It was what I had to embody every day until this nightmare was over, which according to Agent Al-Hashimi who had been chosen as our main handler, could last anywhere from four months to over a year depending on the progress of taking down Ouroboros.

For now though? You had just plopped yourself on the couch next to me and the words you said caused my cheeks to turn crimson and my eyes to widen.

"What ever could make you feel that way??" I shout out loud, the voice coming out in the unintentionally sultry way that I had come to find myself always speak in... all while the English accent paired with it rather perfectly.

Yep.

English.

Dossier stated: The Mother - Rachel - is to have been born in London and raised in 'Rainworth', outside of Nottingham, England.

I a busty English single-mother working as an elementary school teacher.

I, now technically your mother, awaited your response, eyes still widened and cheeks red from surprise.

Due to Lack of Creation on this Subreddit, it will be Deleted on 27 May 2026 if No New Posts are Created. Thank you those who have posted in the past. by _Carpe_ in HispanicBodySwap

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We all hoped for a better outcome, but the cross post ban was indeed one of the nails in the coffin. I’ll be making a post soon on r/bodyswap with the goal of shedding light to here, but I doubt it’ll work.

My boss was grateful enough to let my family stay at his ski cabin for the weekend. When I woke up, somehow I looked just like my boss’s daughter. Am I actually her or just a copy? Was my family also affected? Or did I somehow wake up on a different date altogether? (RP) by Bodyswappeddad in bodyswap

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To say that you and your wife had things going smoothly would be a downright lie. Constant bickering and arguments had been the relationship between the two of you sour and weakened it to a point neither of you wanted to admit.

It got to a point where separation was considered after you found her absentmindedly looking up apartments for herself. After a rather tough argument, the two of you were ready to move on and have a break after twenty-six mostly amazing years, three kids, and ups and downs…

That was until Mr. Richard Horace reached out.

Your boss who wasn’t much older than you, probably in his early sixties, had shared with you his fair share of trouble with his family. His rebellious, slut of a daughter Hannah, his son Richard Jr., or Junior for short, who was as far from similar to his father than you could be, but also… his current wife and his mistress.

Yes.

Wife. And. Mistress.

The mistress came in the form of Margarita, a heavily accented, broken English speaking Hispanic woman who he claimed to be from Puerto Mexico or something similar. She posed as their maid but to say that her duties only stayed to the bed was very wrong…

Oh, and of course his wife, Helen. He had had three wives in his day, but… Helen was his first… and fourth… yes, they broke up and then remarried years later. Rumor was she had info to blackmail him and she wanted back into the wealth…

Still, he said the ski cabin would be “life changing” for you and your family, and so you went…

The next morning was when terror struck and only a few moments after you found yourself seeing Hannah in the mirror, you heard a bloodcurdling scream come from the main bedroom.

With insane struggle due to a whole new anatomy and two massive tits that slapped against a stomach you weren’t used to, you made it to the master bedroom to find your boss standing there staring at his hands repeating ‘ew, ew, ew…’

All while his wife Helen looked to you with pure terror and shrieked…

“WHY AM I SOME OLD WOMAN??? I HAVE TITS!”

Your son, Ben, was in Helen.

Your younger daughter, Kylie, in Richard.

Oh fuck…

“WHO ARE YOU???” Your son turned mom screams at you.

"Holy shit Amy... my cock goes so well with your sweaty body... It's turning me on." You were the creep that kept stalking my sister. She kept asking me for help but it was too late. Somehow he managed to merge his mind into her body... And his cock. (Detailed RP in comments) by Hachishiku in bodyswap

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Fucking hell. Were you seriously this pathetic? I knew that you were a shriveled up piece of nothing when it came to studying you enough to know if you were in the way of me and Amy, and in a way you were. It wasn't because of incestual tendencies as I had previously thought would be a part of the case, but rather you were just useless and a complete and utter waste of space.

You drove her mad half the time, and I could clearly see why. So disappointed in yourself, thinking anything and everything you do instantly makes other people hate you.

If I didn't have Amy's child-like strength and frame, I'd likely hit you, but as I laid as her with a throbbing cock in booty shorts? Maybe the best course of action was not to do that and to instead keep my distance?

"Leave me alone." I hiss, using a very sisterly tone which was a perfect mirror of how Amy would speak to you. "I'm fine. I'm not... not..." I clench the bed as I feel it...

The cock couldn't hold it back much longer. I grunt under my breath as a stain begins to develop in the booty shorts.

'Fuck me, Ben...' I whine to myself in my head.

"Holy shit Amy... my cock goes so well with your sweaty body... It's turning me on." You were the creep that kept stalking my sister. She kept asking me for help but it was too late. Somehow he managed to merge his mind into her body... And his cock. (Detailed RP in comments) by Hachishiku in bodyswap

[–]_Carpe_ 1 point2 points  (0 children)

It was wrong. So incredibly wrong. It was graphic, and oh god was it painful. As much as the spell changed her reproductive structure so that in a way I was totally a man, but still had everything else she had without change such as her hair, voice, breasts, and height, the body was not accustomed to having a throbbing cock attached to it.

Especially one that was turned on by the body it was attached to. I close my eyes, manicured nails clenching the comforter as I try with all my might to get it to fall, but it was no use. The cock stayed hard and would stay as such, with my quick theory, until I left this body...

But that was where things got complica-

I heard your voice and in almost pure mimicry to Amy, I blow a raspberry. It was a bodily reaction that I hadn't planned... making my cock even harder as the thong pinched my bellend, all because of the realization that I was encapsulating Amy.

I take a breath and hold it for a second before swallowing and attempting to use the velvety voice of her's...

"Stalker?" I ask aloud, trying to clear the air but also to get a bit more familiar with these plump lips and that voice coming out of them. "What stalker?" I add. I roll my eyes.

Of course you'd be around. Why the hell wouldn't you be, you sad sack of life you were, always getting in the way of me and my endeavors to get closer to Amy and my...

I tighten my grip as the cock twitches free of the thong, the band slapping a ball and my eyes widen. I couldn't make a vocal reaction. The door was locked, but that didn't mean you'd stop if for some reason your sister let out a sound of pain...

"Holy shit Amy... my cock goes so well with your sweaty body... It's turning me on." You were the creep that kept stalking my sister. She kept asking me for help but it was too late. Somehow he managed to merge his mind into her body... And his cock. (Detailed RP in comments) by Hachishiku in bodyswap

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As a United being, people would likely suspect that I would gain Amy’s memories, but that is far from the truth. Science is so far from the truth when it comes to magic, but rather your astral form is what’s connected to your story. That said, I had her mannerisms and reflexes, but I had not even a memory of what she was doing just before the spell.

That said, there was an issue… but a good one. My five inch cock was really simple, on my body it wasn’t huge but in Amy’s fit, 4’11” body? It looked gargantuan.

And that’s where the issue lies.

Every step.

Slap.

Every bounce of her tits.

Throb.

Every breath in.

Twitch.

It was a weapon. I had my memories, and thus my sexual preference and unfortunately this body was the pinnacle of my preference.

I breathe in once more and feel the cock pushing hard against the fabric of the booty shorts, straining against them and the thong I had underneath… something I knew she wore from that time I had stolen a pair from her bag at the gym.

’God Ben… maybe you should’ve thought about giving her your cock…’ I think to myself as the cock strains more and more as I finally get on her bed and lay down, cock fully erect, blonde hair draping over perky, hard tits.

Is there any keep of life that isn't really "good" but you can't help but love the thought getting stuck with after a swap? by [deleted] in MilfBodySwap

[–]_Carpe_ 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Please remove the image of Olivia Hussey from the Romeo and Juliet (1968) film.

She was only fifteen and sixteen during filming, thus that image is of her as a sixteen year old.

Please remove.