I'd never been close to her, hardly even talked to her, and when I had it had always been in a group, a general conversation rather than an intimate one. What the hell? Arifa? She was a girl, in my year at college. I glared into it, and right back at me glared Arifa. I bounded over to it, stumbling again from being in the new body. I saw one straight away - it was a very typically girly room, complete with mirror for make-up.
My eyes darted around the room, looking for a mirror. And, as my soft, new hand found my soft, new vagina, I barely registered any wave of pleasure as it was drowned out by a wave of shock. I choked with panic, plunging my hand down the front of my shorts. Being a guy (or so I thought), it didn't take me long for my worries to turn elsewhere, and my hand shot straight down to my crotch. My hands reached up and lightly cupped them, and I felt the response instantly - they were part of me. I gazed down at the two lumps that I could feel hanging off my chest (I say hanging, they hardly sagged at all). Whatever you could call them, I had them. My arms and my legs felt stubby, and I was slimmer, too, except. I had shrunk, that was why I had stood up so fast, because I was shorter. Why had I stood up so much faster than normal? I suddenly realised that I was feeling a body that was completely out of proportion. Where the hell was I? More importantly, how had I got here? I stood bolt upright, and nearly fell over. It took about ten seconds for them to adjust enough for me to be able to look around my room.Īt this my tiredness vanished. The room filled with light and I clenched my eyelids shut, shielding my eyes with my hand. I had to stretch slightly further than usual. I sat up, and flicked on the light switch for the lamp to my left.
The alarm was a different tone, but my mind was groggy from having just woken up so it didn't register.
#LITEROTICA BODY SWAP CRACK#
I'm not sure why I didn't notice at first that something was up, but the only light was a crack in the window curtains and that was on the usual side of my bed. A man in a woman's body is referred to as "him", not "her". For the purpose of simplicity, I've made the gender-related words (e.g., his/her) describe their personalities and inner selves, not their physical genders.
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