Back to School part Three: Driver's Ed.

Jake woke up groggily to the sound of her mothers voice, "Jake get up and get dressed, your driving class is in two hours and it takes you forever to get ready!" Shaking her long hair Jake rolled over on to her large firm breasts. Jake couldn't remember the exact moment she started thinking of herself as a "she" instead of a "he" but Mr. Williams had said that it was a normal part of the acceptance of her new body. Jake also began to revel in not only her reaction to her new body but to the attention from everyone around her. The concept of gay and straight was a thing of the past as so many now found themselves in bodies of the opposite gender with the mental attraction from their original bodies and the physical attraction of their new bodies. The concept of of beauty on the other hand, had not changed at all. For Jake this meant that she was now one of the hottest females in a school where almost a hundred percent of the student body was attracted to her. This sudden rush of popularity and social power went right to Jake's head. Jake's parents, who switched with each other, had to adapt quickly from raising a sweet teenage boy to raising a  twenty eight year old "mean girl". Jake even had a rival for queen bee of the school, Pete Wilden. Pete had switched with his older sister Kelly and was going through the same things Jake was going through in his twenty year old blond bomb shell body. Kelly had gotten implants the year before and now had to watch from her little brothers body as Pete got to enjoy them with out any of the pain of the surgery. Ideally the two should have been supporting each other but human nature can be a funny thing and a feud quickly developed. Pete referred to Jake as "that old bitch" and Jake referred to Pete as "the blond cum dumpster". Jake had an ace up her sleeve though, she was six months older than Pete and would be getting her license and, more importantly, a car well before that blond skank. Her grades were still very high, a combination of smarts and flirting/manipulating the teachers, and if she kept them up her parents had promised her a brand new BMW. Of course that meant passing driving school.

Jake snapped a quick selfie to post to Facebook trumpeting her first driving lesson and was now a master of framing her face and cleavage for maximum affect. Checking her lip stick she thought briefly that she should probably have read the manual a little more but she had reason to believe that she could overcome any shortcomings in her knowledge. Actually two big, soft, bouncy reasons. Jake watched as a plump but cute woman in her mid forties in slacks and a blouse approached and sat in the passenger seat. Jake noticed as the woman tried but failed to conceal her eyes checking out Jake's legs, she was wearing skin tight jeans, and drinking in Jake's perfect natural chest. "Natural," Jake thought, "Not like that plastic filled Hooker Barbie, Pete." a small smile came on her face as Jake made a mental note to save that insult for later. Finally the instructor spoke, "OK Jake, I am Jorge Rodriguez. I will be your instructor for the next few weeks in preparation for your driving test. My job is to make sure you are ready to navigate the roads in a safe and responsible manner." Jake could tell Jorge was trying not to look at her and watched as the instructor struggled with the seat belt. Jake saw an opportunity and jumped on it, "Here let me help you, sometimes it sticks." Reaching across Jorge's body and making sure to lightly brush the older woman's face with her breasts Jake pulled the belt forward, clicked it in to place and settled back in the drivers seat with an exaggerated bounce. Jake put on her brightest, widest, most charming smile, "Oh by the way, that blouse looks great on you!"  A blush appeared in Jorge's cheeks, "Uh yes thank you, let's go ahead and start." Jake started the engine, so thankful for the Great Shift.

Surprising Saturday: Like Mother, Like Son

Kathy could not believe this was happening. Last night she went to bed a normal single mom with a nice wine buzz. This morning she woke up in the body of her son and he in hers! Billy had been a huge brat, as he was more often than not, the night before. So after she finally got him in to bed and poured a glass of wine to combat her headache she remembered thinking, "If only he knew what it was like to be the parent, if he was me for one day he would learn a thing or two!" To Kathy's great surprise Billy wasn't horrified to be her, he saw the whole thing as a big game. Now that Billy was the "Mommy" he decided that he was calling the shots. Kathy wanted to stay home hoping they would switch back the next day.Billy on the other hand wanted to go to the birthday party of his classmate that he had been invited to. "Billy you wont be able to play with your friends! You will be stuck talking to the boring grown ups!" Kathy said trying to reason with her son. Billy just laughed her laugh right in her face, "It will be fun just watching you trying to play with the other kids. Now get dressed we are going to that party." Matters were made worse by Billy being able to access her memories. He got dressed in a dress she would never wear to a child's birthday party and he knew how to drive. When Kathy tried to think of knowledge that she would normally know she found herself drawing a blank. Kathy covered her face in embarrassment as Billy swung out of the car with his legs open, giving the dads in the front yard a show, "Come on Billy, if you can drive and dress my body you know how to get out of a car properly!" she said in a hissed whisper. Billy grabbed the present for the party out of the back seat, "You better start calling me Mom and get used to being called Billy if you don't want to come off as a weirdo. Now take this present and go play and try not to make a mess SON!"

Body Hoppers: Things That Go Bump in the Night

Mary struggled to pull what ever was attacking her out of her mouth. She had been walking home from the bar alone, only two blocks from her apartment, when she heard a noise to her right. Suddenly something came out of the darkness and wrapped itself around her. With lighting speed it entered her mouth as she was about to scream. She was fighting as hard as she could but the more it entered her the more she lost control of her body. She panicked and wanted to run but she no longer had control of her legs and was feeling less and less control with every passing second. Mary could barely feel her right hand and head and that  was slipping away, as her consciousness faded with it. The last thing she heard before everything went black was a man's voice in her head, "Relax Mary, I won't keep your body forever. A month, maybe two, tops."

Is This Real Life?

Taylor put his head back at his favorite restaurant trying to forget the night he just had. He was a physics undergraduate who spent most of his time in the lab. He felt more comfortable among his numbers and theorems than he did around his fellow students, which was nothing new in his life. Tonight was supposed to be different, some of his lab partners had invited him out to a party. They told him there would be drinks, music and girls. Taylor was a bit nervous but agreed to go. Once he got there he tried to overcome his shyness and mix in and for a while he was doing just fine. The longer he was there though the harder he found it to keep up with the conversations, scrambling to think of funny things to say. He began to slowly recede from the party until he found himself outside and on the sidewalk. Taylor could have easily walked back in, no one would say anything. Most likely no one had even seen him leave. His anxiety was just to much to overcome, Taylor walked away slowly in to the night to find comfort in the familiar. Sitting in his regular booth sipping on his mai tai he alternated between congratulating himself for knowing when to leave before he embarrassed himself and punishing himself for being a chicken and running. The alcohol had fuzzed up Taylor's thinking and his mind drifted. He thought about the odd dreams he had from time to time ever since he was a child. In the dreams he was a girl, now a woman in the current incarnations, who was similar yet completely different than him. She had the same parents and she was very smart yet unlike Taylor she was very attractive and very popular. She had no problems making friends and living life. Taylor never told anyone about his dreams as he knew it would be frowned upon. He was attracted to women, although he did very little to pursue them, and chalked up the dream to his envy of how beautiful girls were treated by society. Taylor couldn't help but notice how they were welcome everywhere they went, fawned over and catered to. Taylor closed his eyes and drifted to sleep thinking about how life would be so much better if his real life was more like his dreams.

"TAYLOR!!"  a loud voice shouting her name snapped her awake. Her hands shot to her face and hair almost as if she was trying to make sure they were still there. Taylor's friend Carly laughed, "Damn girl, did you get roofied?" Taylor shook her head, clearing the cob webs, "Ha no, I've just been exhausted getting ready for finals and trying to find off campus housing for the summer. Which you are supposed to be helping with you hooker!" Carly took a sip from her drink, "Sorry, but you know you were going to be the responsible one when you signed up for this friendship." As Taylor got up to leave with Carly she had a faint sense of the dream she had just had. Ever since she was a little girl, she had nightmares of being an awkward boy, now man, who seemed to be frozen by anxiety in all social settings. Her dream self was dumpy and constantly sad and, worst of all to her, a physics major. Taylor couldn't see herself wasting her intellect on such a theoretical science. In real life she was a chemistry major. Chemistry was where the big science bucks were to be found. Of course it didn't hurt that on top of her smarts Taylor was hot. She was proud of her toned sexy body, she got up at four in the morning most days to work out before classes to keep it that way. She knew that it gave her extra power and control in the world and shuddered a little inside at the times in her nightmares when her male self would get naked and she would be looking down at his belly and man boobs. As Taylor left with Carly she felt grateful that those were just dreams and that her real life was much, much better.

Little White Lie

Alex sat in the back of his car watching the chaos that was developing. Next to him sat his body now inhabited by the mind of Crystal, the stripper who was giving him his first lap dance in years. Crystal was crying, it was a bit unnerving to hear himself sob like that and even more unnerving to now have huge breasts and a vagina. For a second he tried to tell himself that this couldn't possibly be happening, that he must be having some kind of psychotic break. Alex knew that this wasn't the case though, that the world around him really had been turned upside down. He had been on a bit of a dating drought and decided that dropping a hundred bucks to have some boobies rubbed in his face for a half hour was an acceptable use of his weekly entertainment budget. Crystal had that look Alex loved so much, a sexy body with an innocent face. The dance had just begun when suddenly Alex found himself blacking out. The last thing he was aware of was Crystal's body slumping on top of him as she also lost consciousness. When Alex came to he found that he was now facing down on top of some one. A heavy mass was on his head and hanging down in to his face and he had to use his hand to push it back. He was shocked to find that the mass was long curly hair attached to his head but the hair was the least of his concerns as he looked down and saw his own face! Alex saw his eyes open and a look of terror and confusion quickly took hold of his face, "Holy shit you look like me!" was the first thing Crystal said in Alex's body. For a second they both were frozen by shock, but that was quickly broken up by the screaming coming from the rest of the club. It would appear that they were not the only victims. Shouts of "Give me back my body bitch!" and "Get the fuck off me" filled the air. suddenly the unmistakable sound of a gun being fired drowned out the shouts and led to more screams. Alex jumped up and wobbled a bit in his heels and new center of gravity. Spotting an emergency exit he dragged Crystal to her feet, "come on we need to get out of here!" Crystal willingly followed her body out in to the parking lot, much like Alex she was afraid to let it get out of her sight or have it damaged. Once in the parking lot Alex could see that the swapping was not contained to the club as the street was littered with crashed cars and people flipping out. Alex led Crystal to his car, he was tempted to kick off the heels but since he was already wearing so little he figured he should at least have some kind of foot wear on. Reaching in to his former pocket he pulled out his car keys hit the unlock button and allowed Crystal to climb in to the back seat and followed her in. The roads were going to be dangerous for a while and Alex had already decided that they were going to need to wait a while before they could make a move."Crystal, do you think you could lend me the shirt you are wearing, you have a t shirt on under it, I am feeling a bit... exposed." Crystal composed herself a bit and began to unbutton the shirt. "What the hell is going on? Why is this happening?" Alex took the shirt and began to put it on, trying to ignore the way it felt so different on Crystal's soft skin and firm breasts. "I don't know, but I am glad I came here tonight instead of volunteering at the old folks home."   Crystal wiped her eyes and laughed, "Do you think they can fix us?" Alex was about to respond with uncertainty. That who ever "they" were, it would be a miracle if they had a solution to this kind of incredible phenomena. The sad hopeful expression he saw on his face gave him pause. He was at least fifteen years older than Crystal and a lot less attractive. She had lost her beauty and youth in the span of minutes. Alex couldn't take away her hope too, "Yeah. Yeah I am sure they will figure it out. Sooner or later everything is going to be just fine."

Work Place Accident Part Three

Curtis/Tracey sat sipping coffee trying not to feel self conscious. It was her first time out in public in a skirt and heels and she was still feeling out of place in her body. She had finally started to come to grips with the oddity of her situation. She knew that she was supposed to be Tracey, but she and Doctor John Frink could find no way to restore Tracey's former mind. What was left was the memories and personality of her boss Curtis. Curtis/Tracey struggled with trying to live a life that wasn't hers. He had to smile and put on a happy face as she saw the real Curtis retire and go with his wife Ellen on their trip to Europe they had been looking forward to for so long. She had to suffer through the awkwardness of having Curtis Jr. make a pass at her. Curtis/Tracey was speaking truthfully when she told C.J that he was, "Too much like family to go out with him." The only bright spot was the help that she had been gotten from Doctor Frink, John. He helped her from going completely crazy and convinced her that with the original Tracey gone she had a duty to live her life to the fullest in her memory. The side affect off all of this time they were spending together was that the rumors about them being a couple began to swirl. They both laughed at how funny that was and how people would react if they knew the truth about their situation. Then one night walking back to John's car after dinner, Curtis/Tracey felt a shiver. She found that she got cold much easier as a woman than she did as a man. She was just about to curse herself for forgetting her sweater when she felt John put his coat on her shoulders. For a second Curtis/Tracey was about to protest but she found herself sliding her left hand in to John's right. They walked in silence which carried over to the car ride. Curtis/Tracey got out of the car still wearing John's jacket. For a couple of days they avoided each other, John being a smart man he gave Curtis/Tracey her space. Curtis' male personality was in conflict with Tracey's female hormones, and the more she thought about it the more she realized that she was falling in love with John. She sat there trying to feel feminine and mulling what her next move would be when she heard some one using a bad Morgan Freeman impression say, "Get busy living, or get busy dying" She looked over her shoulder to see two friends chuckling at how bad the impression was, oblivious to the encouragement they had just given a stranger.

Curtis/Tracey was getting ready in a frenzy. She had called John and asked him to meet her for dinner and was determined not to chicken out now. She found the sexy underwear that she had been avoiding and picked out a red dress that would drive her crazy back when she was a man. She had shaved her legs, arm pits and eventually her pubic hair that she had let grow out. Now she was completely bare and there was no denying what she had between her legs now. Slipping on her dress she checked herself in the mirror one more time and headed for the restaurant as she wanted to beat John there.

John was about to walk past Curtis/Tracey when she called out to him, "Hey John, over here!" John was frozen in place by what he saw. He had been doing his best to not let his attraction to her interfere with his relationship with Curtis/Tracey and he was afraid that his impulsive move with the jacket the other day had driven her away. He was conflicted as well by knowing a mans psyche was in the body of the girl he had a crush on but after a while it just didn't seem to matter. "You look amazing!"John blurted as he fumbled for his chair. Curtis/Tracey laughed and blushed at the compliment. She then reached across the table taking John's hands in hers, "Before anything else happens I need to thank you for how supportive you have been. I would have never been able to make it this far without you. I know I have been avoiding you for the last couple of days, but I needed to really figure things out. I want to be the best Tracey I can be. I want to embrace this life and I can't see myself doing that without you in it in a serious way." She then leaned forward and kissed John hard and strong. John had a silly grin on his face and was dumbstruck. Tracey tapped his menu to bring him back to reality, "Now order something, dinner is on me tonight and I have a special present for you later." John found his voice, "Present?" Tracey gave him a sly look, "I'm not spoiling it now but there is a nice red bow on it and it is something I think we will both enjoy."

Work Place Accident part Two

Curtis, that's how he still thought of himself, leaned against the glass of the ice cream freezer. Tracey's body was allergic to alcohol so the next closest legal outlet for his stress was ice cream. Of course the last couple of days had proven that "he" wasn't Curtis at all. Once he visited his body in the hospital he found that Tracey wasn't in it, that his body also thought it was Curtis! The Curtis in the hospital described feeling that his whole life flashed before his eyes in such vivid detail before passing out. Curtis/Tracey went back to the lab that night and tried to go over any data he could find about the accident but was discovered by the project head, Doctor John Frink. Curtis tried to fast talk but it was for not, Doctor Frink had already figured out what had happened, "You aren't Curtis. You think you are but you aren't." The Doctor had a hint of sadness to him as he settled in to a chair opposite Curtis/Tracey. He had been harboring a crush on Tracey since he had started working at the lab but had never had the guts to ask her out. According to his analysis, he might never get the chance, "The power circuit was faulty on the high speed transfer device, so as soon as it got power it went to work. With you and Curtis, the original Curtis, the closest sources of data and receiver it essentially over wrote your brain with Curtis' memories. Essentially making you a copy." Curtis/Tracey was shocked in to silence so Doctor Frink Continued, "I think I can scan your brain to see if Tracey's personality is still in there but if it isn't. She's gone forever." Now Curtis/Tracey was openly crying, "So you are saying she's dead. But can't we get some help, some neurological experts?" Frink shook his head, "If we tell any one about what has happened here, you and I will disappear along with the research. They will dissect you and they will force me to figure out how to make this work again and again. Can you imagine this becoming reliable science and falling in to the wrong hands?" Curtis/Tracey had to agree with Frink's logic.Together they worked after hours scanning to see if any thing was left of Tracey's mind. Tomorrow would be the day to look at all of the scans and find out if the original Tracey could be restored. Curtis/Tracey knew that it meant he would be gone but was glad to be sacrificed if it meant the "real" Tracey could return. Since this could be his last night of existence he was going to go out with at least four Klondike bars in his belly. He had been working hard to not get familiar with his new body but was worried that he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. He found himself taking longer and longer showers and the last two nights he had "inappropriate" dreams about Frink. The sooner this all could end, the better.