Cold Feet

Peter was fuming. He was walking down the aisle on his wedding day, the problem being that he was not in his own body. He was in the body of  Elizabeth, the maid of honor. At the rehearsal dinner the night before he was talking to his best man Curtis and mentioned that he was a little nervous about "the big day". Curtis calmed him down and Peter was feeling a lot better. As they walked back to the restaurant they saw Elizabeth and waved, not giving it a second thought. When Peter woke up the next morning he was raring to go, till he realized that he was in Elizabeth's body. Peter scrambled for Elizabeth's phone and dialed his own number. His fear over rid his shock at hearing his own voice, "Hi Pete, I heard you talking to Curtis about being nervous and I wanted to make sure Susan's day was perfect so I swapped us. I am sure you will thank me one day for keeping you from making a big mistake." Peter's new high pitched voice rose in anger, "Damn it Elizabeth! I was a little nervous but Curtis did his job as best man and calmed me down! Now switch us the fuck back right now!!" There was a moment of silence and Peter checked to see if the call had dropped, then Elizabeth finally spoke, "Oh hell, I am sorry Pete. We can't switch back till midnight tonight. We are going to have to just go through the day and I swear I will have you back in your body tonight in time for you to consummate your marriage. Now you better hurry you have a hair and make up appointment." All Peter could do now was stare daggers at Elizabeth and try to keep his balance in these stupid opened toe heels that left his feet feeling cold.  

Catching the Bus

Michael pulled on his girlfriend's shorts and shirt as quickly as possible. He tried to ignore the bounce and sway of his transformed body because he knew he had to get a move on. He and his girlfriend Carly had argued the night before about his late work hours which usually meant he was too tired to do much with her in the mornings before she went to work. As Michael dozed in and out of sleep he wished he could feel what it was like to be as energetic as Carly for just one day but he was just not that lucky. Suddenly he felt an odd wave and a sudden rush of energy. looking down he saw breasts that he was very familiar with, just not from that angle, "Holy Shit I'm Carly!" He was about to start exploring this discovery when a realization hit him like a bolt of lightening, "If I'm Carly that must mean... OH NO!" Grabbing his gym bag he threw in a pair of his own shorts a t shirt and some flip flops. If his theory was right, Carly was going to need them.

Carly was sitting thinking about how much she loved Michael and that her love for him was the only reason she put up with seeing him so little. She knew that their schedules were different but if he could just wake up for a bit in the morning they could eat breakfast together at least. Carly thought Michael was just making excuses when he said he wasn't a morning person like her. How could he not love mornings? suddenly though she felt a strange sensation and found herself becoming very sleepy, "Well I can take a little cat nap before my stop."

Body Hopper: Off the Wagon

Phillip didn't expect to be sitting here wearing this lingerie, let alone this body, when he started this business trip. Phillip discovered that he was a body hopper when he was in high school and like many of his kind he quickly began to take advantage of his powers. Something weird happened though on one his rare times not in a mount, Phillip fell in love. At first he planned on hopping Kathryn but something about the twinkle in her eye and her laugh gave him pause. He walked up to her, offered to buy her a drink and the rest is history. They now had two kids a dog and a nice home in the suburbs. He loved being with his family so much that he gave up hopping cold turkey. Unfortunately Phillip's company had been struggling recently and needed an infusion of investor cash or he would have to make layoffs and severely downgrade their operations. That was why Phillip had ventured to Los Angeles. Armed with his wits, his best presentation and a kiss from Kathryn for good luck Phillip headed out west knowing the stakes were high. When he arrived in LA Phillip got the worst news he could imagine. The potential investor had called off the meeting, Phillip was not  even going to get a chance to make his presentation. He was tempted to fly right back home instead of waiting for his scheduled flight two days from now but the prices were too high to change his plans on short notice. Kathryn was supportive on the phone like any good wife should be, "Phil I know you will figure it out. There are more investors out there. Try to get some sleep honey, maybe grab a drink in the bar." Phillip went down to the bar and ordered a scotch. He sat nursing it when he saw Monique walk in. He took in all her details, her large firm breasts, her beautiful face, her sexy legs and firm round ass. All of this was clothed in a clearly expensive, tailored charcoal suit. The skirt was to her knees but it was impossibly tight, accentuating her incredible curves. Her suite jacket and silk blouse tastefully cradled her exquisite breasts. Phillip felt a deep sense of jealousy of this woman. The careless way she flipped her hair back and the musical quality of her laugh as she celebrated what ever victory her and her companions had just come from made Phillip see red. Three scotches later he found himself getting up and following her to the restroom area. She barely had time to react before Phillip was on top of her and then finally inside of her. Now he was Monique. Now he was beautiful and successful and on his way to the top. Because he hadn't hopped in such a long time he decided to excuse himself from Monique's friends, and head up to her room. He spent the rest of the night reveling in the thrill of being some one else, especially some one with a body like Monique. He woke up in the morning and knew he should dismount Monique and call Kathryn, but instead he sent her a text letting her know he had taken her advice and had a little to much to drink resulting in a headache. She responded that he should take a couple of aspirins and sleep it off and that she couldn't wait to see him tomorrow when she would pick him up from the airport. Looking out the window Phillip saw the sparkling hotel pool and reading Monique's memories decided to slip on the bikini she had packed for the trip. A day lounging by the pool would be clean harmless fun before he flew home in the morning. Heck he might even be able to switch to standby and spend one more day as Monique. one more day couldn't hurt anything could it?