! WARNING!
! Unfinished Story !
! And likely to remain so !

Kyle was excited. His parents were gone for the week. Sure his older sister was around to babysit him. For maybe ten minutes and then she would be off with friends.

However, the real reason he was excited was the loot of his little heist. His sister's panties. Not just any of them. One of her most soft and frilly ones. For a long time now he was strangely obsessed with girls panties. Now he could hardly wait for his sister to leave. Finally, he will find out if his obsession was real or a fluke.

He heard the door slam and he knew he was alone.

Making sure his door was locked, he dropped his pants and undies. Then he picked up the panties and slowly slid them up his legs. The soft material caressed his skin till they finally were all the way up.

Next thing he knew he was outside beside his sister's car. The wind was ruffling his skirt and he felt a pull on his chest. Looking at the car's window he saw the reflection of his sister. He had become her. His first instinct was to grab his new body and explore it. Feel up every part of it. However, not outside where everyone could see him. He quickly made his way back to the house.

Once inside the next shock awaited him. There on the stairs was his own body. Still naked below belt save for the panties.

"Alice?" he hesitantly asked.

His body nodded.

"How did this happen, Kyle?" Alice wanted to know. It was strange to hear her speaking with his own voice.

All he could do was shrug.

"Well, then another question: Why is your body wearing my panties?"

Kyle blushed heavily. "I.. I just wanted to know how it felt-"

"Well, I'll change back into your underwear and then we have to figure out a way to swap us back."

He saw her angrily stomping up the stairs in his body. He wondered what to do when he was suddenly back in his body. Bend over and panties in hand. He quickly started to dress, when his sister burst into the room.

"Stop right there!" she shouted.

Kyle looked dumbfounded at her.

"We switched back the moment I pulled off my panties. Put them on again to see if it still works."

He hesitated for a moment and then did as asked. The moment he had the panties all the way up he was once again in the body of his sister. Not for long as she pulled them down again.

"Come down. We need to talk. And bring my panties," she commanded.

She walked downstairs and after Kyle had dressed, he did too. He found her in the living room. Sitting on the couch as if the whole house belonged to her and a smile that gave him the creeps. He knew he was in trouble.

"Well, that was interesting. Wouldn't you say so too?"

He gave a weak nod. She was planning something. Of that he was sure. The question was how much he had to pay.

"Look. Whatever it is that allows you to do it works more than once. Now we have to find out if it works only with my panties or with those of somebody else too. And if it does- Well, I have the perfect candidate in mind. Remember Cindy Simmons? I want you to switch with her and then ruin her reputation."

He frowned. Sure he knew Cindy. Everyone at the school did. She was the queen bee of their high school. Also a very mean-spirited personality. It did help though, that she had one of the hottest bodies at school. She was Alice's rival in every way. Body, spirit, and attitude. Though he would never say that to her face.

"Why should I help you with that. I am sorry about earlier but this is a lot to ask."

Alice smile didn't waver one bit.

"Negotiating aren't we? Well, I have a deal in mind. Tuesday we test it out and if it works with her you spend the school day as her and ruin her rep. That's about ten hours or so of work. Ten hours I am willing to pay upfront. Well, you tried my panties because you were curious right? How about the next ten hours in my body. You can do whatever you want as long as you stay in this house and you don't harm my body."

Kyle knew she got him there. He was curious. Now with two times in her body, even if it was only for a short duration, it was much worse. He had to know.

"I can do everything?" he asked. Hoping he sounded not to eagerly.

"Everything. Try on some clothes if you like. Just don't make a mess. Maybe some make-up? Hell, I don't even mind if you masturbate. Once in a lifetime deal. Ten hours in my body for ten hours in Cindy. Deal?"

"Okay, I'll do it."

He already wanted to ditch his pants again, when he was stopped by her. His sister first had to cancel her shopping trip with friends to the mall. She nodded after the call and Kyle stripped his pants and panties. Next, he put on the frilly one of his sister. A blink later he was sitting on the couch in his sister's body.

Alice grabbed his pants and made herself decent again. When he rushed upstairs he saw her flopping down on the couch with the TV remote. He nearly went into Alice's room when he had an idea. Quickly he grabbed some porno magazines, he had hidden, from his room. Then he locked himself in Alice's room. Walking over to the big mirror he admired himself. Or rather the body of his sister. It felt wrong to admit it, but his sister's body was a knockout.

Nearly as sexy as Cindy was. Slowly he ditched layer after layer of clothes. Finally, he saw her naked and he felt strange. Proud for one of this body. But also a bit hot. Then he noticed that his nipples had turned hard. He grabbed them, a bit too hard, and his legs nearly gave away under him.

They were so sensitive, but it still felt good. He started to grab and tuck on his breasts. Felt their heft in his hands. He pinched and prodded till he gave out a first whimpering moan. Now he felt it. A horniness that he had never felt as a guy. He noticed the wetness between his legs and slowly one of his dainty hands moved downward.

He carefully touched his lips down there. Then, eager by the pleasure he felt, he pushed in a finger. Then another and a third. He pumped his fingers in and out. Delirious with sensations that were so alien but felt yet so right. His legs buckled. His gaze found his mirrored reflection. Looked deep into those needy eyes and whispered.

"Come for me you slut."

The girl in the mirror exploded in an orgasm that swept Kyle away. Never had he felt such a high. It lasted longer than he was used to and it spread through his whole body. How long he couldn't tell.

When he finally caught his breath he looked at the clock. Only a half hour had passed. He still had nine hours and a half left. With shaky legs, he stood up from the carpet. He vowed he would do it again at least two or three times.

For now, he looked around his sister's room for inspiration what to do first. Some make-up? Maybe some clothes? Then he remembered the drawer where he got the fateful first panty. There were others and some lingerie sets. He only had looked at them with a passing glance. Worried at that time that he might get caught. Now it was an entirely different matter. Gingerly he walked over and grabbed a few to inspect.

Then suddenly his hands felt something hard under one of her teddies. He pulled it out and nearly dropped it. Alice had a vibrator. And not a small one. He noticed his nipples got hard again and he playfully bit his lower lip.

"When in Rome-" he thought and carried his spoils to the bed.

*****

Alice heard yet another round of loud moans. Clearly, her brother did get some good use out of his time. She smiled when she thought about the deal. Ten for ten. What a joke. If it works and Kyle would do his part. Then Cindy's reputation would be in tatters.

Of course, there was an added advantage Kyle had missed. She had ten hours in his body too. While she had never wondered how it would be to be a man she was determined to at least test a little bit. She used the downstairs bathroom to lock herself in and gain some privacy. Looking in the mirror she saw her brother staring back. He was kinda average overall.

Maybe a bit on the cute side. She even thought with a bit of work he could be handsome. She ditched his clothes till she was only standing in her own panties. It felt kinda strange. His frame was bulkier than she was used to and she missed the weights of her breasts. She smirked at the irony. She sometimes had wished for smaller breasts. Especially after a long day and the back pain made itself known again.

She decided to move on with her experimentation before she lost her nerve. She grabbed into her panties and pulled her brothers dick out. Limp it lay in her hands.

"Well I have jerked off previous boyfriends before so this shouldn't be so hard," she thought.

She started to pump her hand around the dick. It took quite some time till it was remotely hard. Must be because she wasn't really in the mood or into this body. She just did it to have done it. When she had it finally hard she moved over to the sink. She didn't want to do a mess and jerking into it made more sense to her than into a tissue.

Finally she felt some pleasure building. Mostly from the penis head. She adjusted her grip and continued. A moment later a pressure build and then white cum shot out. She felt the release and then her dick softened.

"Well, that could have been better. Not sure why men are so addicted to having sex. It's rather short and messy."

She started for a second try but stopped as her limp dick was too sensitive. She quickly cleaned the sink of her spunk and then hurried out.

"Maybe the ten for ten deal isn't that advantageous for me as I thought."

*****

Kyle definitely wouldn't have thought that he would spend nearly all of his ten hours masturbating. Sure by now it felt a bit sore, but he just couldn't help himself. He reasoned he could always do some more standard girl stuff when he will be in Cindy's body.

For now, he was happy with just the pleasure part. He got up and choose another lipstick. He loved how it felt on his lips and the taste when he bit on his lips while making love to himself.

Next, he donned yet another lingerie set and paged through one of his porno magazines till he found a photo set he liked. It was about a Domina binding down a young man with leather straps.

He didn't like the boy in the picture but the Domina was so strong and sexy. As he started on yet another try for an orgasm he picked up another habit. No one else was talking dirty to him so he had to do it himself. As in his last plays, he pretended to be the girl in the photo shoot.

"Look at me boy. I am strong. I am sexy. And you don't deserve me. Only men and women as hot as me deserve my attention. And you are nothing but my plaything. I just love to bind worthless little boys like you to my whim. Mentally and physically. Oh, don't fret. If you behave and be a good little slave you get a reward."

Kyle didn't get much more into his roleplay as he burst into yet another orgasm. Just when he had arrived at the end of the photo set where the Domina was jerking the young man off.

He enjoyed his post-orgasm bliss a bit when a shout from downstairs pulled him back:" Kyle! Ten minutes left. Finish whatever you started."

Exhausted he looked around Alice's room. It was a mess. Panties, bras and other lingerie were thrown everywhere. The bed was tousled and soaked with sweat and other fluids. The room stank of it too. No way he could tidy it all up in ten minutes. But then again. Cleaning his mess hadn't been part of the deal. Smiling he relaxed and enjoyed the body for the last few minutes.

*****

"Time is up!" Alice yelled. She pulled her panties down and a blink later she was back in her body.

Laying on her bed the first thing she noticed was a strong odor. Like sweat and something else. Just like when she masturbated. And of course, 'she' had been doing it in a way. Judging by the strength of the odor and the arch in her vagina Kyle had made good use of her body.

Then she moved her body up and got a good look at the mess he made. Her clothes and undies scattered around. Her makeup in disarray. Her bed a mess too and wet with her body juices. She just wanted to give in and angrily yell when she caught a glimpse of something that didn't belong to her. Left on the bed were a few porno magazines from her brother. She couldn't help but take a closer look. It was some kind of BDSM scene.

A woman in leather had a bound man at her feet. The man was kinda handsome, but the woman was striking. Normally she would look at someone like her in jealousy. But now she saw her in another light. She was so sexy and powerful. Her mind started to run wild. Playfully she bit her lower lip and tasted the lipstick. Then she noticed her hands had snaked downwards. She felt the wetness there.

"Good god, my body is amazing. Even with all the abuse today it is ready for more."

Her fingers found her love button and started teasing it. With her other hand, she grabbed the magazine and looked for more pictures. They were all so hot and sexy to her. Why had she never noticed it before? Finding a photo set she liked she started in earnest. Contrary to normally she started to talk to herself. Made up a little story along the pictures. That drove her over the edge. She didn't know what had gotten into her but she had to admit she liked it.

Finally, with a clear mind again, she took inventory. Her body smelly, her stomach empty and her room a mess. Time to fix it. And tomorrow she had to get a few things. After all, she had a plan for Cindy. And maybe. Just maybe. She could have a little fun with Cindy while Kyle was wreaking her rep.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle was shaken awake by his sister.

"Come on, lazy boy. We got stuff to do."

His sleepy gaze caught his alarms display. Just past 4 AM. Groaning he got up.

Alice urged him on. "Come on. Shower, then breakfast and at last use the toilet."

"Sis, why has it be so early today again?"

She gave him an annoyed look and explained.

"Because we need to prepare your body before you can switch. Do you want Cindy walking around in your body? If we do it right she won't even know with whom she had switched bodies. Now hurry on."

Giving another groan he did as told. Ever since Sunday, the day they had switched, she had been so bossy. Well, she was bossy before, but now she had turned it up another notch. He fully had expected to get in trouble for the mess he made on Sunday. Nothing. Not a word came from her. Then on Monday, she had been very secretive. Arriving late after school she had carried a large plastic bag. He thought he saw the logo of the local sex shop, but wasn't sure. She had hidden the bag real fast. Then, besides to do some laundry, she spends most of her day locked in at her room.

Now she had thrown him out of bed at an impossible early time. He wondered what was wrong with her. After he had done as asked he returned to his room. What he saw made him look twice. Just to be sure. On his bed was a bunch of leather belts affixed and more bondage gadgets laid around.

"What is all that?" he demanded to know.

"Insurances. Remember we don't want Cindy to know who did it to her. Relax. You will only feel it for a moment and then you will be in her body. Now take these panties, but don't pull them up all the way."

Reluctant he complied. Then she instructed him to lay down on his bed. She proceeded to strap him in. Soon he was nearly completely immobilized. Certainly, he or rather Cindy wouldn't escape. Next a ball-gag and blindfold followed. The last thing he heard was "remember the plan" and then felt her pulling the panties upward.

* * * * * Cindy * * * * *

Cindy woke up with a start. A moment ago she had been dreaming and now she was suddenly wide awake. What happened? And why couldn't she see anything? She felt strange. Or rather her whole body felt wrong. Worse, she could barely move it and something big was pushing her mouth open. She tried to move and speak, but both proved to be useless.

Then suddenly a voice spoke beside her. "Relax. Don't move. Be a good boy and maybe I reward you later."

It had been a computer-generated voice for sure. She had been pranked by one before. Was this a prank too? If so that person will dearly regret messing with her. First, yesterday some pervert stole her panties out of her locker and now this.

Frantically she pulled on her restraints. A cooing sound was made beside her, definitely female, and then the strangest feeling started. It was between her legs. She felt a hand grab her. Someplace where nothing should exist. Then the unknown person started to move her hand up and down. Some fleshy orbs slapping below it against her skin.

Suddenly she knew what it was. A dick. She had one. Balls included. But how? Trying to figure out more about her body she focused on each part of it. The lack of weight on her chest meant a lack of breasts. Her moans sounded deeper. It all left a stunning conclusion. She was in a boy's body.

Then the jerking caught her attention once more. Her dick had gotten hard. Very hard. By now Cindy was panting hard too. She didn't know much at that moment. But she knew she needed to get off and that she was close to doing so. Then the hand stopped. Cindy whimpered in frustration into her ball-gag. Once again the synthetic voice spoke.

"Behave and I will finish it. I'll be back in a few hours. Don't piss yourself or-"

A slap on her cheek made her captors point clear. Then she heard someone walk off and the slamming of a door. Now she was alone in a body that was not her own and a situation she had no control over. It frustrated her. Nearly as much as her still hard cock yearning for release.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle woke up a second time. This time, however, his limbs were tangled up in half a dozen light blankets. An unfamiliar beeping drove him nuts. He tried to get up, but all the bedsheets had wrapped themselves around him good. Eventually, he saw through tangles of hair an alarm clock on a nearby nightstand. He fumbled around till he finally reached it and punched it off.

Then he looked around. A pretty big bedroom. Clearly, the owner was a girl. As was his body. Then his mind woke up enough to remember. Right. The mission. He was in Cindy's body. He got up. Though it was easier said than done. The blankets had wrapped themselves around him like vines.

"How can she sleep like that?" he asked himself.

Getting up he felt the heavy weight on his chest. Definitely more than his sister had, but that he knew before. Just to be sure he looked around and found her lingerie drawer. Peeking at the bras he confirmed it. A D-Cup. He palmed them and weighted them in his hands. He defiantly liked the feel of that.

Of course, the body was only half the pleasure. Dressing up was the other. One that he seriously didn't explore the last time. The drawer with bras and panties was only half full and he wondered about that. Shutting it, he opened the next drawer. It was chock full of bikinis. Why would a girl have more bikinis than bras and panties?

Perplexed he opened the next drawer. Like the previous one, it was filled to the brim, but instead of bikinis, this one had swimsuits. It got even weirder when the next one contained another load of swimsuits. The last drawer contained scarfs. Or so he thought till he read on one that it was a beach wrap.

Though the beach was only an hour away he seriously doubted that she spend that much time there. Come to think of it their school had a competitive swimming team, but he was sure Cindy wasn't part of it. Looking further around he found a walk-in closet with pretty much standard stuff. Though there was a lot. He knew her parents were loaded somehow, but he couldn't recall how.

Then he found the next interesting tidbit. On her desk were a few catalogs for swimwear. All catalogs were from the label "Serious Beach Bunny". He opened up one and found the next strange thing. Besides every model of bikini or swimsuit where notes. About how they feel, where they pinch and chafe and more.

"This girl is seriously into that. She must have a fetish or so," he whispered to himself.

Of course, that gave him an idea. After all, he had a mission. Today the school would learn of her naughty little secret. He started to rummage through both drawers of swimsuits and pulled out a few that caught his eye. He had seen his sisters swimsuits and bikinis, nowhere close to this amount, but hadn't tried any on. Now as he did he certainly knew why Cindy might have a fetish for them.

"Wow, I like the materials. And they're so tight yet comfortable. Hugging and tracing every curve of this delicious body. I love it!" he mused to himself.

Cindy's bed was already littered with swimsuits he had tried on when he donned yet another one. It was a tight little blue one. It covered his whole front side and six straps crisscrossed on his back. Showing plenty of skin but still managed to pull the front side tight.

He just loved how his massive breasts pushed through the material. And he just couldn't help but to grope and pinch them. Soon he felt the familiar wetness between his legs. Jumping on the bed, he landed on layers of blankets and swimsuits. Then he rubbed himself through the swimsuit until he eventually came.

All the while moaning and whispering to himself. "I love this. I love this so much."

As he calmed down he noticed the time. He had about an hour left until he had to drive to school. Time to get serious. He picked out three swimsuits he liked and put them aside. But he thought it wasn't enough. Rummaging through the closed he found skirts that might match. Looking down on them he wondered if that would be enough. Would Alice be satisfied with his plan? Just to be sure he decided to ramp it up. He picked through the bikinis and found a set he liked. Combined with a wrap it was his chosen fourth outfit. Glancing at the clock he hurried to hit the shower. When he came out he donned the bikini and wrap. Unwilling to part with the other outfits he put two of them rolled up into Cindy's messenger bag. Amazed how little space they took.

By now the whole room looked like a mess. Especially the bed, where now a bunch of bikinis had joined the swimsuits. As a last thought, he grabbed a few of the catalogs. Just then the door opened and a young woman stepped in. Maybe in her early twenties.

"Miss? Time to wake up. It's already-"

She stopped when she saw Kyle standing by Cindy's desk and the bed was empty.

"You are up early Miss," she commented.

Kyle felt himself get flustered.

"Well, I tried that waking up early for a change," he lamely told her.

The woman looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Skipping school and going to the beach?"

It was obvious to him that this was the maid and he liked her attitude. She had spunk. He suddenly had an idea how to mess up Cindy's life even more. With a wicked grin, he told her.

"Sure. The beach is nice this time of the year. I mean who would punish me if I go, right? It is not like someone would give me a good spanking to make me forget such a naughty idea. Oh no. Certainly not an attentive maid who is only concerned for me."

He had started walking closer to her and grinned. "Or am I wrong?" Kyle quickly found out that he had judged the maid just right. Before he could say anything more, the maid grabbed his arm and pulled him to the bed. In one elegant move, she sat down and pulled Kyle over her lap.

"This is for your own good right?"

"It certainly is. After all my parents want a-" A sudden smack on his buttock made him yelp. He had never been spanked in his life before so he didn't know what he had to expect. For one it certainly stung quite a lot.

"Go on. Your parents want what?"

Kyle swallowed. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.

"My parents-"

Smack!

"want a-"

Another smack. This time on his other butt-cheek.

"good behaving-"

Yet another slap echoed through the room.

"daughter."

Instead of yet another smack he felt her kneading and massaging his butt. That felt good even with his butt still stinging. The maid's voice brought him back from the feeling in his butt.

"And does a well-behaved daughter skip school to go to the beach?"

"No."

Another slap made him yelp.

"No, Miss Anna. Say it."

A smack gave him the prompt.

"No, Miss Anna."

"And will the young miss skip school today?"

A smack made him respond quickly.

"No, Miss Anna."

"How often did I spank you so far?"

"Seven times, Miss Anna."

As feared another slap hit his buttocks.

"Eight times, Miss Anna."

Smack.

"Nine times, Miss Anna."

Yet another smack and he was panting heavily as he answered.

"Ten times, Miss Anna."

"Good. I think you learned your lesson."

Kyle tried to stand up but was quickly pushed down again.

"Not so fast young Miss." She grabbed his chin and pulled it to the side so that he could see Cindy's bed.

"Who will clean this up?"

Kyle swallowed heavily.

"I will Miss Anna."

Another slap made him yelp.

"No, you won't. Didn't I just teach you that your place is at school? So who will clean up this mess?"

Two more smacks rained down on his poor butt.

"Miss Anna will clean it up. I am sorry."

As expected his butt suffered yet again.

"What was that?"

"I said I am sorry Miss Anna. It won't happen again."

"Good." With that, she started to massage his butt again. Then she suddenly stopped and ripped his bikini bottom off him. She held it under his nose.

"What's this?"

Kyle's eyes went wide. It had a dark wet spot in the crotch area and he could clearly smell his own arousal. Just as he opened his mouth to answer she pushed the bikini bottom in.

"Keep it in or else-"

Kyle gave a slight nod. Fearing what the maid might do if he did anything rash. He certainly cursed his own mind for coming up with the roleplay he was now trapped in. Then he noticed the salty taste to the bikini. Had he really been aroused? By pain nonetheless?

"Let's see how naughty the young Miss really is."

With that, the spanking started again. Not as a continuous stream. No, there was some teasing and rubbing. But never on his most needy part. The one between his legs. By the time his internal count reached eighteen, he was breathing very hard. By twenty-two, he couldn't help but violently jerk around as a massive orgasm ripped through him. Coming down, left him in shame and he led his head hang. He just had climaxed from spanking alone. It was the third time when the maid repeated herself that Kyle could finally comprehend the words.

"Stand up Miss."

With shaking legs he stood up, his head still hanging low. The maid stood up as well and lifted his chin so he could see her in the eyes.

"Was it this you had been looking for."

"Yes, Miss Anna."

In fact, it had been more than the could have even dreamed about. The maid quickly stripped him of the rest of the bikini and pointed to the vanity.

"Sit!"

He listened at once but jerked up as his butt hit the stool.

"I said sit!"

Wincing he complied. The maid took a brush and started to tame Kyle's hair. Then she waved some decorative braids in. Looking in the mirror he had to admit it looked nice. The maid spun him around so his back faced the mirror. Before he could protest she spread her legs and sat down Kyle's lap. A pathetic whimper escaped him as the additional weight drove his butt harder against the stool.

He was now facing her and she leaned in closer. He expected her to kiss him but was disappointed when she reached past him and grabbed something from the vanity. Then she proceeded to apply makeup to his face.

It was maddening. Every time she needed something she would lean in. Then his nipples would brush against her uniform covered breasts. Made him feel the coarse textile glide over his sensitive bits. At last, she applied the lipstick.

"I should do this every morning. Make you a proper young lady."

Before his mind could catch up his mouth blurred out. "Please do."

The maid stood up with a mischievous grin.

"Breakfast is downstairs. Hurry and get dressed." She grabbed a load of bikinis and swimsuits and headed out. Just as she passed the door he heard her tell him.

"I am looking forward to tomorrow morning."

That was certainly not how he had pictured this morning. Quickly reminding himself that he had a mission and a timetable, he started to get dressed. Another bikini and wrap of course. Then he put some of the make-up the maid had used into the messenger bag and headed downstairs.

Sure enough, there was breakfast in the kitchen. But not pancakes or cereals like he had expected. It was a rather light little salad. He tried it anyway and was quickly surprised. It tasted heavenly. If he could have that every day he would eagerly swear of cereal for good.

Then, before the maid could catch him and resume their role play, he hurried outside. After all, he didn't think bikinis were an acceptable outfit for school. Which was the point in the first place why he chose to wear one.

He spotted Cindy's car and quickly hurried towards it. Thankfully his father already gave him some driving lessons and Kyle hadn't much trouble driving over to the school. He parked in Cindy's usual spot. Then he adjusted the mirror to give himself a pep-talk.

"Okay, you can do it. Remember. Cindy usually is bitchy and aloft. Not today. Today she is friendly and cheerful. Don't be your usual shy self and just plow through."

He exited Cindy's car and was surprised by the slight wind playing with his beach-wrap. Thankfully it was warm enough and quite the pleasant day. Strutting over to the entrance he saw the first victims. Cindy's best friends and minions.

As he came nearer he plastered a fake smile on his face. Making sure he was close enough so they all could see him he grabbed another girl. Before she could react he quickly kissed her on the lips. He left the girl still stunned and confused. And walked to the next girl passing by.

"Isn't it a wonderful day? Come here you beauty!"

Startled by his words this girl was an easy target for yet another kiss. He slowly made his way towards Cindy's entourage. Until then the surrounding girls caught on and tried to evade. Nonetheless, three more got a taste of Kyle's lipstick. Arriving at the group he gave them a sweet smile and asked.

"What's up?"

They all looked at him like he had lost his mind. Or rather as if Cindy had lost hers.

"What's up with you is the better question," countered one of them.

"I am just happy," he commented and dug in his bag for mirror and lipstick.

"Why?" one of them wanted to know.

He gave her a mischievous grin and told her.

"Today I found something out about myself."

They all looked bewildered at him. One hesitantly asked.

"Are you gay?"

"No, silly girl-"

They all sighed in relief.

"I am Bi!"

Before the girl that had asked could react he grabbed her shirt and pulled her close. She too could not avoid a kiss.

"Any more stupid questions?"

All looked ready to flee like chicken from a fox, but one found the nerve to ask.

"What's with the getup? Bikinis surely are against regulations."

"Fuck rules!" Kyle shouted.

He turned around on his heels and marched into the school. Grinning as he noticed that none of them were following. Of course, the narrower hallways gave him ample victims to kiss. Who didn't matter. Though he made sure to seek out victims of Cindy's bullying and not only got they a kiss. They even got an apology.

Eventually, he spotted his sister and her friends. They all had already noticed him and were giggling like mad. He wasn't sure from what they had seen or heard from the rumor mill that surely had to start spreading the news.

He knew he had a mission, but that didn't mean he couldn't mess with his sister a bit. Walking a beeline he headed directly to her. "Alice! Good to see you."

He could see that his sister had to hide a smirk.

"Cindy. You seem rather- Upbeat today."

Of course, Kyle used it as a bridgehead to execute his miniature plan.

"Yes, I am Alice. Oh, yes I am. Listen. I know we don't always see eye to eye. But recent events made me realize a bit. I am Bi. And now I know why I always searched confrontations with you. Alice, I want you. I just couldn't sort my feelings out till now. I hope you forgive me and maybe we can start over. Even go on a date if you want."

This clearly caught Alice off guard and she gave a weak:"I'll think about it."

Quickly Kyle kissed Alice too and then, with a wink, he turned around and left. A startled Alice left behind shocked in his wake. He knew it had been something she hadn't expected.

"Was it incestuous?" he mused. After all, he hadn't been in his own body. Shrugging, he continued on only to run into a person. It was the hard chest of the vice-principal.

"Has the youth of today no shame?! Bikinis are not allowed as daily wear at this school. Go home and change. At once!"

He knew he was in trouble but him getting home early would disappoint his sister. He hurried to clarify.

"I meant to change. I forgot. I have clothes in my bag."

The vice-principal gave her a hard look.

"Then change. Now. And don't let it happen again."

Kyle hurried to the nearest woman's restroom. Feeling all the way the angry stare on his back. Then in the privacy of a stall, he changed. He decided for the set to wear as he rather liked the color combination. It was a dark blue one-piece swimsuit with cream, tan, and yellow accents. The skirt was cream with dark blue and tan accents. Both could have been made for each other. Once done he slipped out of the stall and inspected himself in one of the mirrors. He had to admit it worked rather well. The swimsuit nearly looked like a sports top. With the skirt, it came close to look modest. If the material of the swimsuit wouldn't give it away. Still, he was very pleased with it.

"Now this is a look I could get used too," he told his reflection.

Smiling, he headed out. With no vice-principal around he headed for his or rather Cindy's next class. The next few hours he caught quite a few stares. Not just because of the wardrobe, but also for his acting all friendly and flirty with just about every girl he came close to. By lunch break, news had made the round and it got harder to find "victims" to kiss. Cindy's usual friends and groupies were nowhere to be found. Not that Kyle minded. In a way, it was a sign of success. So for lunch, he sat down on the lawn in front of the school and enjoyed the sun while eating a sandwich.

Then he spotted Alice in the parking lot. A moment later she was in her car and driving off. Now he remembered why. To take care of his original body. Smiling he took another bite and wondered what else he could do in the remaining time.

* * * * * Cindy * * * * *

Cindy jerked as she heard someone entering the house. At least she thought it was a house. For the last few hours, all she could do was testing her bindings and listen. She heard pedestrians walk by. Not very close. Sometimes jogger. The mailman. A few dogs and their owners. That was her only occupation to pass the time and it, of course, alerted her that she wasn't alone anymore.

She heard the door to the room open. Then nothing. Whoever came didn't bother to do anything. Was he or she waiting? Staring at her? Cindy started to moan a bit. She wanted the release of those bonds that dug into her skin and stressed her unfamiliar body. She would do nearly anything to get rid of them. Then she felt the person grabbing her dick.

Embarrassed she remembered the few time in the last hours were it had gotten hard all by itself. A moment later her cock was pushed into something.

"You can pie now. You have two minutes," announced the synthetic voice.

Cindy hadn't to be told twice. The last two hours she had fought to not piss herself. She released a surprisingly strong stream and heard how it hit something plastic. Probably a piss-pot like they used in hospitals. When she was done the captor's hand once again grabbed her dick and a moment later she felt how the last droplets were wiped away with an issue.

Next, she heard was steps and the sound of a flushing toilet. Once the stranger was back the synthetic voice spoke again.

"Don't make a sound or you regret it. Understood?"

Cindy gave a faint nod. The captor fumbled on something at her head and a moment later the ball gag was pulled out. Relieved she closed her aching jaw and swallowed the first time in hours unobstructed.

However, a hand forced her mouth open and a moment later sweet cool water filled her mouth. As she swallowed it all she couldn't help but feel grateful as her throat was parched. As the water stopped she extended her tongue. Hoping for more water.

But instead something hard touched the tip of her tongue and it was pushed down. Before she could react Cindy was gagged again. She moaned in frustration but not too loud. Fearing she might get on the bad side of her captor. Then she heard the voice again.

"You behaved well so far and I do keep my promises." With that, Cindy felt the hand on her member again. Pumping up and down. It didn't take very long till she was hard again. She thought the stranger would stop again just before climax but she was wrong. Suddenly she exploded. Pumping out cum and her hips bucking against the bonds on instinct. Drops of a warm fluid rained down on her crotch and belly. Heavily panting and spend, she let her body relax. That had been different for sure. Instead of the whole body so much of the sensation had been focused in one spot: her dick. And even a bit more on the tip. She barely noticed the tissues wiping her clean. She was still enjoying the afterglow. Sadly though it wasn't as strong as when she was a girl and it ebbed away rather quick.

The synthetic voice broke her sluggish minds musing.

"Halfway done. A few more hours and you will be free. Until then behave and I just might give you another reward."

Before Cindy could acknowledge it she heard the footsteps walking away. At least her captor wanted to free her. That calmed her a lot. Combined with the strenuous activity just now she felt rather tired. Despite the arching in her limbs and the slight pain from the gag forcing her jaw open she slowly drifted off to sleep. One of her last thoughts was a curious "I wonder how a blow-job would feel."

* * * * * Alice * * * * *

Alice was smiling as she drove back. She just had jerked off Cindy, while she was in Kyle's body. She felt oddly empowered. Better than when she had made love to herself while looking at Kyle's magazines. Those she had strangely grown fond of. She wondered if she would even give them back one day. If she was honest probably not. Thinking back of Cindy struggling she grew wet between her legs.

It certainly had been something. She had been in total control and Cindy had been bound and at her whim. That she could get used to too. Maybe Cindy liked it too. She had that silly goofy smile on her face after she had been jerked off. Maybe it was a mind thing. Alice was sure she didn't have a thing for being stuck in a boy's body and the dangly bits between the legs that came with it.

Cindy however certainly acted eagerly. Maybe, just maybe, she could talk Kyle into regularly swap with Cindy. She bit her lower lip and squeezed her legs together. Cursing that she hadn't taken care of her own needs when she had the chance.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle was grinning as he walked down the hallway. Sure enough, most students gave him a wide berth. Not wanting to be kissed. Then he saw Patsy coming towards him. She didn't look like she was afraid to be kissed.

Sadly Kyle knew why. Patsy had some kind of chronic disease, leaving her overweight. He often saw her in the cafeteria only picking at a salad or so. But nothing helped.

Cindy usually ignored her. Worse was when Cindy noticed her and made fun of her. So Patsy thought she was safe as in no way Cindy would kiss her. But Kyle wasn't Cindy, well in spirit at least. Before Patsy could react Kyle had cut her off.

"No beautiful girl escapes me!" he exclaimed and swooped in to kiss her.

That left Patsy blushing and stammering something. Kyle quickly put a finger to her lips to hush her.

"I mean it. You are beautiful. Don't let anyone else tell you differently. I am sorry how I acted before. It was immature of me and I know now that I was a bitch. I hope one day you maybe will forgive me."

Kyle quickly gave her another kiss and then skipped on. The bell had rung and he was nearly late to get to class.

Sitting in the next class he had a strangely good feeling in his belly. It certainly had felt great complimenting Patsy like that.

For the next breaks between classes, he vowed to mainly try to target those that felt as outsiders or losers and tell them otherwise.

* * * * * Alice * * * * *

Alice was shaking her head. It was the short break before the last class of the day and she had run into Cindy again. Or rather Kyle in her body. He was a few feet away kissing yet another girl. Though she was a far cry from the standard Kyle had targeted in the morning. It was some Emo girl she had seen around but never bothered to learn her name.

What shocked her a bit more was the short line of girls waiting. Not running away like the rest did, but patiently waiting their turn for a kiss by Cindy. All of them were bottom feeders in Alice's mind. Which explained a lot. At least to her. Grinning she moved on.

"Way to go Kyle. Way to go. This will surely leave Cindy's rap in tatters."

* * * * * Cindy * * * * *

Cindy didn't know when she woke up or how much time had passed. However, she had to fight down some panic when she did. Disoriented by the sleep and still surrounded by darkness, as well as bound tight.

But a moment later she remembered the situation she was in and calmed down. Then came waiting. That took some mental strength again. After some time she wished something would happen to distract herself from boredom. A moment later she regretted her wish. Her bladder was full and now she had to struggle to not let go. She would have jumped for joy, if she hadn't been bound, when she heard footsteps.

Once again she felt her dick shoved into something. She hoped it was a bedpan as she couldn't hold it any longer. Blood shot into her face as she blushed in embarrassment.

"Next time you will wait for my permission or you will get punished," admonished the synthetic voice.

Cindy didn't know how to feel. Relieved because she wouldn't be punished today or worried about the words "next time". A moment later her focus returned to the thing between her legs.

The hand was teasing her again and once she was hard enough the hand job started in earnest. She didn't need long before she exploded again. As before she was cleaned up while she still caught her breath. Then after a moment, the voice spoke up again.

"Now I am done with you. But don't think your ordeal is over. What do you think we did with your original body while you were here? Have fun picking up the pieces of your life."

Cindy sudden felt something yanked down her legs. Panties she thought. Then she had to blink as suddenly light shone into her eyes. She was sitting, she noticed, outside of the school on the lawn. Patsy was sitting beside her and talked about pottery. At least she thought that girl's name was Patsy. She looked down at herself and noticed that she was back in her body. Never had she been so happy to see her breasts poking out of her chest.

Though she found the clothes she was wearing a bit strange. She recognized them though. It was one of her one-piece swimsuits and a skirt. Seeing them together she had to admit that both worked well together and she liked how the swimsuit felt against her skin.

"Cindy? You okay?" asked a concerned Patsy.

Was she? She was back in her body and no matter what her kidnappers did today she was certain she could face it. She gave Patsy a bright genuine smile. "Yes. In fact, I feel great." Before she knew what she was doing she leaned over and gave Patsy a quick kiss on the lips.

"Where had that come from?" she wondered.

"Sorry. Just so happy today," she said out loud.

Patsy grinned. "Yeah, the whole school noticed. I think that's the fourth or fifth kiss you gave me today."

That definitely gave Cindy to think. What else did they do with her body? Pushing it aside she motioned for Patsy to continue talking. The way she was talking about pottery nearly convinced Cindy to give it a try too.

A bit later she said her goodbyes and drove home. Looking at the clock her parents wouldn't be home for another hour or two. Only the maid would be around. Cindy wondered how long she would last. Her parents did go through maids faster than a bulldog through a chew-toy.

It was evening when Cindy was munching on a salad the maid had prepared. She was still reflecting on her unusual day when she noticed the maid approaching her. Another unusual thing.

"Miss Cindy. Do you have a moment?"

"Did my captor mess with the maid too?" she wondered.

Curious she nodded. "Sure. What is on your mind?"

The maid didn't hesitate for long.

"It's about this morning. I wondered the whole day if I might have overstepped a bit. And you hinted that you wanted the same for tomorrow. I just wanted to make sure that you hadn't changed your mind."

Cindy tried her best poker face to not look dumbfounded.

"What the hell happened this morning?" she wondered again.

She knew asking the maid would reveal that it hadn't been really her this morning. And Cindy wasn't yet prepared to do that. But after a short moment, she had figured out her means to find out.

"Yes, I want you to repeat it tomorrow. And depending on that I'll think about it and if I want it to be a permanent thing."

The maid nodded and hurried off. Not much later she turned in for the night. She was a bit sad to peel off her swimsuit. It was strange. She had worn swimsuits a lot in the past years, but only now she found them this intriguing. Not ready yet to go without she slipped into another one instead of a nightgown. Satisfied she wrapped herself in a few of her blankets and drifted off to sleep.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle groaned as his sister still was stripping him of the straps that bound him. His arms already free he undid the strap from the gag himself. He took a moment to massage his jaw. Then he stretched his limbs.

"Urg, my body feels tortured. Glad that is over and we don't have to repeat that."

He looked up at his grinning sister.

"I've gotta hand it to you, Kyle. Nice work you have done today. I so can't wait to see Cindy's reaction tomorrow."

Kyle fringed a bit under Alice's malicious glare. He sure was glad that he was on her bad side.

"Go wash up. Maybe take a warm bath to relax the muscles. I'll be down making dinner."

With that, she walked out of his room. Slowly he sat up and took inventory of his body. His muscles hurt from being stuck in one position and his whole body was sweaty. Strangely his balls felt a bit taunt. Like they usually did when he just had masturbated. Shaking his head he headed for the bathroom. Wondering how the next day would play out.

* * * * * Cindy * * * * *

Cindy woke up like every day to the annoying beeping of her alarm clock. Unlike every other day she actually tried to silence it by reaching for the buttons on it. Instead, her hands found the cable. Not really caring she yanked it instead. Finally, she had silence again. The next thing she noticed was that someone sat down beside her.

"Good morning Miss. Time to get up."

Cindy groaned. It was the maid. Her sleepy head didn't recall the talk from the evening before.

Instead, she mumbled "ten more minutes" and rolled around.

"Are you sure you want ten more minutes?"

Now Cindy woke up a little. Just enough to get annoyed.

"You are right. Fifteen sounds better," she smugly replied.

Suddenly she spun around. The world a whirlwind of blankets. When she finally came to a stop she saw the floor and found herself over the knees of the maid. She struggled but tangled blankets helped to take away her freedom.

"What the-" she started, but stopped startled as her left ass cheek got a deft smack.

"Oh, it is a long way for you to be a proper young lady. From now on you get a spanking if you don't get up when the alarm sounds. One smack for every minute late. Understood?"

Cindy was dumbfounded. What the hell was going on? She struggled to get up which earned her another smack.

"Understood?" the maid asked pointedly.

Cursing herself for her weakness she replied.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I understand."

Another sudden smack made her yelp.

"That's 'Yes, I understand, Miss Anna'."

Ashamed she muttered. "Yes, I understand, Miss Anna."

"Good. Besides getting up late you will also earn a spanking for asking to get up later. Today you asked for how many minutes?"

Cindy's eyes grew wide. By now her mind was awake and it came to a frightening conclusion: she had to endure fifteen more spanks. Another slap broke her thoughts. She had taken too long. Hastily she replied.

"Fifteen, Miss Anna."

She felt the maid's hand wander over her ass cheeks. Not really massaging, but rather to constantly reminding her of what is to come.

"Correct young miss. Now I will smack you fifteen times. I don't want to hear anything but the count followed by a 'Miss Anna'. If you don't count correctly on time it won't count. Ready?"

Before Cindy could reply the first smack caught her by surprise. Quickly she said.

"One, Miss Anna."

One smack after another followed, with just enough time for Cindy to say the count. By five her cheeks burned and tears dropped down to the carpet. By ten, she was breathing hard and she had trouble not to squirm.

Then at twelve she felt the maids and roam her buttock. A small break were Cindy couldn't say if she was thankful for it. After all, she wanted to be done with this. Then once again she was startled as she felt the hand slip downward. Right to her sex. A small yelp escaped her as she felt the maids fingers probe her sex. Something felt wrong. She was wet. Had she pissed herself? The hand left her sex only to be held under her nose.

"What does that smell like?" the maid demanded.

A violent blush appeared on Cindy's face. She recognized the smell. It was the smell of arousal. She hadn't pissed herself. Worse. She was aroused by pain. Before she could earn another smack he hastily replied.

"It smells like I am aroused, Miss Anna."

"And are proper young ladies supposed to be aroused by punishment?"

"No, Miss Anna."

The maid replied. "This earns you another ten."

And not a blink later another smack caught Cindy off guard. It took two more smacks till her mind caught up and she was counting again. A few smacks later something inside her gave in. An orgasm like she never had before burst through. She bucked wildly, but the maid did held her steady. She barely felt the remaining slaps. Finally done the maid ordered her to stand up. Cindy complied and stood up on shaky legs.

"Will you get up tomorrow without making a fuzz?"

Cindy let her head hang. Meekly she replied.

"Yes, Miss Anna."

"Good. Now jump into the shower and then get dressed. And don't make a mess like yesterday."

With that, the maid left. Cindy stumbled over to her bathroom and into her shower. She barely felt the slightly to cold water. Her mind still tried to process what happened. She had been spanked and humiliated. But that wasn't the worst. It had turned her on and thinking back to her orgasm she still had to shudder. It had been a peak of bliss and besides the small moment where the maid had checked her sex, no stimulation had been needed. She bit her lower lip in frustration.

What did that all mean? Was she now some masochist slave to her own maid? In hindsight, she reasoned that the pain hadn't been so bad. And the pay off compared was so much more. In the end, she pushed all the mess in her head aside and concentrated on washing her body. She reasoned she didn't have to make a decision right now.

Finally done she grabbed a towel and headed out. Now there was the next hurdle in her way. Yesterday, as she came back into her body, she had found herself dressed in a swimsuit and skirt. From the fashion standpoint a highly doubtful decision.

Shaking her head she moved to her wardrobe. Normally building an outfit came easily to her. But not today. Nothing did fit the way she liked, till she found an older short skirt. Her gaze darted to her dresser with her swimsuits in it. In her mind she just had the perfect one piece to go with the skirt.

Curiosity won out and she dug through her beachwear till she found the one. Putting both on her bed she had to admit that the skirt and swimsuit did go well together. Glancing at the clock she noticed she had plenty of time. The time she normally wasted in the morning when she snoozed the alarm a couple of times. Maybe enough time to find a few other combinations. With a grin, she started.

She just had finished a black and dark green combo when a voice startled her.

"What do we have here. Didn't I tell you to not make a mess? Look around. What does this look like?"

Cindy looked ashamed away from the maid and let her gaze drift over her room. A dozen or so skirt and swimsuit combos covered nearly her whole bed. A few others were scattered around. Once again she found herself embarrassed and meekly.

"A mess, Miss Anna."

Without words, the maid walked to the bed and sat down on one of the few not covered places. Wide-eyed Cindy looked at her. She knew what was expected of her. Her heart was already beating fast as was her breathing. But to her surprise, it was not because of dread. Slowly she walked over to the maid and bend over her knees.

This time she recognized the signs earlier. It merely took a few spanks till she was wet again. Then, at the count of ten, the maid told her to get up. Oddly disappointed she complied.

Even though she was tempted to behave badly for a moment to earn more spankings. The maid grabbed one of the skirt and swimsuit combos and told her to change. A little embarrassed she hurried to her bathroom to change in private. As she came out the maid had already folded everything and was close to putting all of them away.

As she noticed Cindy she told her to sit on her vanity chair but with her back to to the mirror. A little confused she complied. A little wince escaped her as she sat down on her still red and raw butt. Then the maid came over and Cindy yelped as she sat down on her lap.

The maid was so close she could smell her perfume and every time she started to talk she was quickly hushed. That only served to humiliate her more and to her shame made her also wetter. The maid carefully made Cindy's make-up, while Cindy tried not to squirm too much. Finally done and free to stand up she looked in the mirror and had to admit it looked good. A quick slap on her butt made her yelp.

"Hurry or you'll be late. Breakfast is downstairs."

With that said the maid returned to her work. Cindy quickly did as she was told.

Only at the drive to her school Cindy was finally able to comprehend what happened. Her whole morning she had been without control. Not only did she lose her privilege to turn around three times before getting out of bed. In addition, her right to choose what to wear had been taken out of her hand and she had barely even noticed it. And on top, the loss of control and the spankings had turned her on so much that she had an orgasm.

Thinking back to the evening before and her talk to the maid she suddenly had an epiphany. What happened today had happened on yesterday's morning too. The only difference had been that her captor had been in control of her body.

Somehow he or she had not only known Cindy's hidden tendencies but also before Cindy had known herself. And while she was alone she could freely admit she liked the changes. Whoever did this to her had clearly freed a part of her she hadn't known and she was really grateful for it.

Smiling she exited her car in the school's parking lot and headed towards the building. Just then she saw her friends and her smile lessened. Would they understand the changes? Could she depend on their support? Somehow she doubted it.

A "Hi Cindy" distracted her for a moment. It was the greeting of Patsy, who walked by.

"There is someone I can talk to and she would listen," Cindy thought.

Her smile returning she caught up to Patsy.

"Hey there. About that pottery courses- Could you tell me more?"

Quite happily she talked to Patsy. Her old friends easily forgotten.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle glanced at her sister and he saw the same bewilderment that surely was on his face. Her sister just had parked her car when they saw Cindy up ahead. But instead of her usual self or a humiliated one, they saw her happy and chatting with other students. One of the more obvious changes were that she was still wearing a swimsuit and skirt. Though a different pair then yesterday when Kyle had steered her. Now and then she would jump away from whoever she was talking to and approach another girl to kiss her on the lips.

"Somehow whatever you did got stuck," marveled his sister.

He could only nod. "Let's see how long it will last."

* * * * * Alice * * * * *

It was the end of the school day and Alice was heading towards her car. Just as she exited she saw Cindy sitting on the school lawn. She sneered as she saw her surrounded by a bunch of misfits.

"The thick, the goth and the ugly. My, my, have you fallen far."

Alice was ecstatic. Whatever Kyle did it still worked. Of course, what worked once could work again. She felt herself getting wet just from the thought of ruining another life. Though she faced two problems. For one her brother might wimp out because he knew now that there were permanent changes. Then, on the other hand, she needed the panties of her targets.

And always risking her own neck certainly wasn't her style. Suddenly she grinned as she remembered something. Monday, when she stole Cindy's panties, she also stole Stella's panties. She hadn't been sure if going for Cindy on the first try was wise. But it worked out.

And now she had a spare panty or spare target. And she had a perfect idea what to do. Now she only had to convince her brother. Speaking of the devil she saw him already leaning against her car. After they both climbed into the car Alice made her pitch.

"What you did to Cindy is certainly amazing, but next time maybe you should tune it down a bit."

"What? Next time?"

"Oh come on. Admit it, Kyle. You liked it. I saw you on Tuesday sauntering around. Kissing girls left and right. You liked it. Do you really wanna stop?"

Alice knew she hit the bullseye when she saw Kyle blush.

"Look. I have still some girls to take down. Not as hard as Cindy but it needs to be done."

"What is in it for me?" Kyle asked.

Alice at once knew it was his way to deflect her request. After all, he wasn't stupid and now that they knew switching had consequences she wouldn't agree to another switch. She wouldn't risk having changes done to her like Cindy by accident.

Suddenly she had a small epiphany. Ever since Sunday, she had been horny as hell. When she got home and she now masturbated a few times. The same as Kyle had all day long on Sunday. She should be angry at Kyle but somehow she liked the change and didn't mind it much. For now, she let it rest.

"Well Kyle, how about this. Fifty. Fifty. Half the time you switch with one of my targets and the other half is up to you. I bet there are a few girls you like to try out."

She saw her brothers mind working. It was evident enough on his face. Finally, he replied.

"That might work but you forgot one detail. We need the panties of said girls for it to work."

Alice gave him a mischievous smile.

"And that's where Stella Tembi comes in."

"Who?"

"Exactly!" Alice gave him a grin. "Stella is a girl in my class. She could be pretty if she would try. But right now she is so shy and reserved that she doesn't do much with herself. Always quiet and so on. A typical wallflower. And perfect for us. She will be our little pantie thief. She has access and no one will suspect her."

Kyle looked doubtful.

"Why would she agree to help us?"

"Oh, she won't. Not yet anyway. But after you switched bodies with her and stole some panties she will have the same urge right? Here is how we do it-"

Kyle nodded along as Alice laid down her plan. She knew she had him hooked. She could barely wait for tomorrow. When they arrived at home she rushed to her room. She was so riled up that her vibrator had to work overtime.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle groaned as he looked at the belts on his bed.

"Don't be such a wimp," remarked his sister.

"My body arched for hours after last time," he defended himself.

"Well, you only need to last until lunch break this time. Now come on. We don't have all day and we are already late."

Sighing he sat down on his bed. Until last week he never would have thought that his sister would tie him up. Now it happened the second time. A moment later he was bound in a spread eagle position with gag and blindfold in place. Stella's panties half way up his legs.

"Remember the mission and don't draw attention to yourself this time."

As Kyle nodded he felt his sister pull the panties up.

He shrieked as the water hit him. Confused he looked around and saw the walls of a shower cubicle around him.

"Everything okay in there Stella?" asked a female person from outside.

"Yes," he hesitantly replied. Followed by a:"The temperature was gone for a moment."

That seemed to satisfy the person outside.

"Well hurry up or you'll be late for school."

As the person outside walked away Kyle could finally take on his surroundings.The bath was small and besides a sink and toilet, there was only the shower cubicle he was currently in. Looking down he saw the slim body of Stella. He had to admit she wasn't bad looking.

But because Stella dressed very conservative and modest he hadn't noticed her before. Reminding himself of why he was here he quickly finished showering. Soon enough he exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Stella's room wasn't hard to find and he rushed to it and closed the door. Next point on the agenda was getting dressed.

Now as he normally was a red-blooded boy he knew what he found sexy on a woman and that helped him dress as Cindy. On the other hand, he was now Stella and had no idea how to dress modestly. He was at a total loss. In the end, he settled for a white blouse and beige skirt.

He remembered that he had seen her with a gray cardigan and after a moment he found it and donned it too. Now that he was dressed he took his time to look around. Stella's room was as her appearance pretty modest and he didn't see much in her room that stood out. There was a sewing machine and some utensils to go with it. Besides them where some sketch blocks. He took a peak and whistled. In them were sketches and drawings of different clothes. Half of them he recognized from his brief foray into Stella's wardrobe. "She has talent-" he muttered. "Too bad she only makes her outer wardrobe. I bet she could design some sweet and sexy dessous and swimwear. If she only would give it a try."

Another yell from Stella's mom reminded him that he was on a timetable. Quickly he walked downstairs and ate breakfast. That made himself very nervous as Stella's mother was nearby. Before he hurried to the school bus he looked for self-sealing plastic bags and found four. Then he grabbed a marker and put all of them into Stella's school bag. With everything ready, he headed out to the school bus.

Of course, he found Stella's schedule. Her school bag as tidy as her room. Not that he needed it. His sister had told him enough times that he could say it in his sleep. In fact, the whole switch with Stella had been planned out. How to act and when. Even what to say. Some of it made Kyle a bit uncomfortable but after the stunt on Tuesday, he could hardly complain.

The ride to school and the first class of the day had been uneventful. Alice had been right. Stella was such a wallflower that pretty much everyone ignored her. That made him a little sad, but he knew that his sister would kill him if he did anything to bring Stella out of her shell. And for all he knew, it might be that Stella was happy that way. Then it was the second class of the day and it was time to put the plan into action. He headed to the girl's locker room and after a moment of hesitation stepped in. Suddenly he felt like a spy. Not only was he somewhere where he didn't belong but he was undercover too. He quickly moved to Stella's locker. Careful to not take glances at the other girls. Even though he was very tempted. He exited together with the other girls.

The PE class was hell. Stella's body was pretty fit but nothing compared to his normal. And then there was the moving of her breasts. It felt so strange and was glad that Stella's were on the small side. After ten minutes he excused himself from the teacher stating he needs urgently to use the toilet. With a wave of a hand, he was dismissed and soon he was in the locker room again.

Looking around he was pleasantly surprised. A few of the girls didn't even bother to lock their belongings away. Soon he found two panties that belonged to his sisters "hit-list" and looked pretty sexy.

"Stella should design panties like these. Sexy and devious. To offset her modest exterior looks," he muttered.

He quickly put his bounty into two of the sealable plastic bags and wrote the owner's name on them. Then he headed out towards the girl's restroom. As expected the room and stalls were empty. He walked into one of them and left the door open on purpose. Next, he pulled out one of the panties and held it up. It was a light blue one with lace. In the silky material were words sewn in and Kyle squinted to make out the small inscriptions.

"Oh, look what we have here."

The sudden voice startled him even though he had expected it. Slowly he turned around. There stood his sister. Hand on her hips and a nasty smile on her face.

"It's not what it looks like," Kyle said. Acting as meek as possible.

Alice walked over and grabbed both bags from Kyle and the panties he was holding. "Well, it looks like I caught a pantie thief. Care to explain? And be honest or else I might rat you out."

Kyle gulped and recalled the script. Then he said.

"I just had to have them. I couldn't help myself."

Alice grinned a nastily.

"And what would Miss panty-thief do with them if I hadn't caught her?"

"Nothing. I swear. Maybe study their design a little."

The last part Kyle made up on the fly. Alice didn't seem to mind and continued.

"Well, not anymore. Hand them to me. Good. From now on you always will deliver the panties to me. Understood?"

Kyle nodded. But that was not enough.

"I want to hear you say it."

Kyle gulped. He knew it was just an act, but right now his sister was more than scary.

"From now on I will always bring my stolen panties to you, Miss Alice."

"Good. And will you talk to anyone about this?"

"No miss Alice. I won't say anything about this to anyone."

"I tell you something, my little thief. Serve me good and I might just reward you. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Miss Alice. I would like to earn a reward for you."

"And maybe you will. But not today. Go back to your class before they notice how long you've been gone."

"Yes, Miss Alice."

Kyle hurried outside and back to his class. Glad that this was over. Now he just had to endure till lunch break.

As PE ended two girls quickly noticed that their panties were gone. A moment later accusations made the round. Alice plan seemed to work. Not one of them thought it might have been Stella and no one stopped as Kyle slipped out of the locker room.

* * * * * Alice * * * * *

It was Friday after school when Alice walked with a triumphant smile to her car. Kyle was already waiting impatiently. As soon as they were both in the car she tossed him two bags.

"It worked. Never doubt your big sister."

She saw Kyle eye the two bag warily. Both contained panties. Smiling she remembered her encounter with Stella. This time the real one. Despite that, the "little talk" they had played out had been nearly the same as the day before. Now she had access to four panties and with them access to four more girls.

And more would be coming within her grasp now that Stella was her little thrall. Just the thought what she might do to others made her wet. She raced home. Barely restricting herself to the speed limit. Arriving at home she rushed to her room and stayed there for the next hours. Dinner could wait. Her burning need couldn't.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle stumbled and nearly fell. To his luck two strong arms caught him. He looked up and saw Jason uncomfortably close. He cursed the timing when he had switched bodies with Haley. According to Alice, Haley hadn't been due to go out with Jason on their date for another hour. Something had messed up the timetable. Kyle quickly pushed Jason away and mumbled that he was fine.

In silence, they walk on through the park. While walking Kyle review the plan. Alice wanted Jason as her boyfriend. Kyle knew that for a long time. But that won't be happening as long as he was dating Haley. Now that Alice had gotten her hands on Haley's panties it was his job to break them up.

And he didn't have a lot of time to do it. His parents were due to come back today. Nervously he pulled Haley's smartphone out and checked the time. He had a little less than two hours until Alice would yank of the panties. Instead of putting it away he browsed through it.

Just to annoy Jason and to buy himself some time. He found a lot of selfies of Haley with her friends. But then he found another folder with tons of selfies of Haley standing in woods and nature. Usually shot in a way that Haley was barely to be seen and most of the pic was of her surroundings. Kyle found that strange.

"Am I boring you?" came from Jason.

Kyle looked up and saw a charming smile. Or something that a girl might have mistaken for one.

"A little-" he answered and then cringed.

He wanted it to sound like he was annoyed. But in hindsight, it was awfully like flirtatious teasing. He hastily looked back to the phone. Finally, he took a peek at Haley's calendar app. What he found made him nearly stumble again.

"11 am - Meeting and breaking up with Jason. You can do it this time Haley. You are a big girl. Don't let his smile get to you."

So he was in Haley's body to make her break up with Jason and interrupting meanwhile Haley's chance to do the same. The irony wasn't lost on him. Then again Haley seemed to have trouble with that.

"Don't worry. Leave it to me," Kyle thought.

They came to a stop at some benches that were near the park's lake shore.

"You seem to be distracted today," commented Jason.

As Kyle looked over he saw Jason's charming smile and suddenly felt flustered.

His mind raced. "What is wrong with me? I shouldn't react this way. I am not gay. Then again I am currently in a straight girls body. Maybe that messes with my mind. I need to get this over with."

Snapping out of his thoughts he spoke up.

"Listen, Jason. I've been thinking. How much do we have in common?"

Jason shrugged and he looked a bit surprised by the question.

"Not much. Besides sport, you do yours and I do my stuff. It worked good so far-"

Kyle quickly interrupted him.

"Yes, it worked so far. But not anymore. I want more. I want someone who shares my interests. Jason, I think we should see other people."

"You are breaking up with me?" asked a shocked Jason.

He put his hand on Kyle's arm and looked into his eyes. Kyle's heart started to beat faster and his words choked in his throat. No wonder Haley had so much trouble breaking up. Was it just Jason with his good looks or had every guy the same effect. Kyle didn't know. But he knew he had to end it.

"Yes, I am," he finally said in a weak voice. Then encouraged he repeated it in a firm voice. "Yes, I am. Please, don't try to talk me out of it. I am sure."

Without further words, Kyle stood up and walked away. With each step, he felt more confident and finally, a smile appeared on his face. Shouts of a confused Jason echoed behind him but he ignored it. He had done it. And not only lay it behind him but also behind Haley. And for the first time, he felt really proud of what he did while being switched."

Then he remembered that Haley might get weak again tomorrow or a day after. To make sure he repeated a mantra to himself.

"I won't succumb to Jason's smile anymore or that of any other guys. No matter how good he looks. From now on I am looking for someone that makes me happy and shares my interests."

He had nearly repeated it two dozen times when he reached the park entrance.

He stopped and looked at Haley's phone. Nearly an hour left in this body. What should he do? He didn't know where Haley lived. Feeling a bit thirsty he decided to get a drink from a vendor and enjoy the park a little more. Then, with a drink in his hand, he made his way over to a part of the park where he hopefully wouldn't run into Jason again.

He sat down on a bench and enjoyed the beautiful day and the nature of the park. Then he spotted a boy his age with a camera trying to catch a gray bird in a picture. Strangely intrigued he stood up and got closer. The boy pressed the trigger a few times before he noticed Kyle. Suddenly on the spot of attention Kyle blurred out.

"What kind of bird was that?"

The boy shrugged.

"No clue. But I know he made a good model."

"Yeah, I guess. Are birds your only models?"

"What? Oh no. I mostly do nature photographs. Now and then an animal catches my eyes. Do you photograph?"

Before Kyle could answer he was suddenly in pitch black darkness. A moment later his blindfold and gag were removed.

"Did you do it?" Alice asked as she removed his restraints.

Kyle grinned.

"You probably won't believe it, but I found out that Haley wanted to break up all along. She just had a hard time doing it."

Somehow Alice didn't share his amusement and looked at him impatiently. Sighing he told her.

"Yes, I broke up with Jason." Then he cringed at what he had said. He never thought he would say a sentence like that.

"Let's tidy up a bit before mom and dad come back," said Alice as she headed out of his room. Sighing again he quickly dressed and then followed her.

* * * * * Haley * * * * *

Haley blink at the sudden lights. Just now she had spent a frightening time in darkness. Bound in a body that had not been her own. Now she was back in her body and in the park. But not where she had left it. She was in a different area and a boy sat nearby in the grass with a questioning look on his face.

"What?" asked a confused Haley.

"I asked if you do photograph yourself."

"Do selfies count?" was Haley's weak counter.

"Depends on what's on it besides yourself."

That made Haley laugh.

"Well, mostly trees and stuff."

She didn't know why but she felt a sudden rush of courage.

"Do you want to see?"

"Sure."

Haley came closer and sat beside the boy. She pulled out her phone and was startled. She had missed a dozen missed messages. All from Jason. The last one read:"You can't just break up like that. What will the whole school think?"

Confused she said out loud: "I broke up with my boyfriend?"

There was an awkward moment and then the boy murmured a: "I am sorry to hear that."

Still, a bit shocked she looked at the boy.

"Ah no. I wanted to break up with him. I just never had the courage."

Not missing the beat the boy quickly told her.

"In that case congratulations."

"Thanks," Haley replied. "Oh right. The selfies."

She pushed the messages from Jason away and opened her selfie folder. The ones she usually didn't show to anyone.

"Not bad. I wonder how you would fare with a professional camera." He held up his own camera. "Wanna try?"

Somehow it was a chance Haley didn't want to pass up.

"I'd love too."

Instead of handing over the camera, the boy held up his hand.

"I am Christian by the way. Though most of my friends call me Chris."

Haley grinned and took his hand.

"Haley."

Over the next hours, both of them spend talking and tried finding worthy motives to capture. In the end, Haley was startled realizing how fast the hours had flown by. When she finally said her goodbyes to Chris they had exchanged numbers and she happily walked home. The ordeal of her short but terrifying switch nearly completely forgotten. As well as her breakup with Jason. For the first time in a long while, she was truly happy.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Alice grabbed Kyle's arm and dragged him away from the dinner table. He could see that she was annoyed again. Not with him, but with their parents. They had the annoying habit to talk for each other. Ask a question to their mother and the father would answer and vise versa. You could get used to it if it wasn't for the fact that it was only an occasional thing. Kyle and Alice had come to the conclusion a few years back that they did it to mess with their children. The most annoying running gag ever.

Soon they were in Alice's room. She wanted to brainstorm how to find more time where Kyle could switch with people. Now that their parents were back their window of opportunity closed and they had to be careful. Kyle, however, wasn't much into it. He didn't want to ruin more people's lives.

Then again he remembered Haley and her attempts to break up with Jason. He helped her. That he was sure of. Silently he swore to himself that whenever he switched on behalf of his sister that he would find a way to make that person's life better. Of course, he didn't tell his sister that. He wasn't suicidal.

In the end, they both agreed that they had to find ways to get their parents out on weekends.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

Kyle sighed. Another three done. Three lives changed by him. And those were only his "victims" of today. Last weekend it had been four and the weekend before had been five. Kyle was amazed how easy it had been to get their parents out of the house. Hinting that the supermarket in the next city was bigger than the local one just made the trip long enough so that Kyle could switch with two persons for an hour each. They also got them to take up walks in the park or that they could have a date-night each weekend.

He still had to switch bodies chosen by Alice, but he had gotten used to it. More than that, he started to like doing it. In fact, he thought Alice was getting annoyed by his habit to try to improve his "victims" lives. His last switch had been with Juliet. Alice wanted her to drop out of the cheerleaders. Kyle obliged. But he just had enough time to find out she liked dancing. So he steered her into the direction to follow her dreams and to become a professional dancer.

He walked downstairs and stood beside his sister. Both waved their parents off as they headed out to watch a romantic comedy. Alice started to talk as soon as their car was gone.

"Okay. Hurry upstairs. You've got to switch before I head off to cheer practice."

Kyle looked confused.

"Another one? Who is it this time that offended you?"

"He didn't offend me. It's complicated-"

Kyle followed her upstairs.

"Wait. He? Why a guy today? Who is it and what has he done?"

Annoyed Alice threw her hands up.

"It's Jason. Being his girlfriend just isn't working out."

"So? Just break up with him."

"I can't. That damned dreamy smile. Have you tried breaking up with him? Impossible."

"I did! Remember a few weeks back? I made Haley break up with him so you could go out with him."

Alice looked just as much annoyed as he felt.

"It's a wonder anyone wants to be her boyfriend. Maybe. Just maybe, I do Jason a favor by making him break up with her," he mused in his own thoughts.

"Okay, Sis. You win."

He shuffled to his bed, while Alice got the restraints.

Not much later everything was ready. He was blindfolded and restricted. Jason's boxer shorts loosely around his legs.

"Oh and Kyle. When you make Jason break up with me, see to it that nobody thinks it's my fault."

Just then a thought hit him. What if it didn't work with male underwear. He would be stuck like that till she came back. Of course with the gag in it was too late to voice his concern.

A moment later, he felt her pulling the boxer shorts up.

Kyle blinked and at that moment the car swerved to the side a bit. He quickly steered Jason's pick up truck back to the lane.

"You alright, Jason? Or did you drink a bit to warm up before the training?"

Kyle looked over and saw Mitch, Jason's best friend, driving shotgun. "Just making sure you ain't getting bored." Kyle retorted.

It didn't take long to reach the stadium. Walking to it Mitch asked him.

"What's up with you today? Kind of quiet. Something distracting you?"

Kyle waved him off.

"Just something on my mind lately. Don't worry. Once I am on the field I'll be fine."

At least Kyle hoped he would be. Alice would soon show up for her cheerleading practice. Then he could get it over with. But since Alice had to get back home to make him switch back, he was stuck until training was done.

After switching into Jason's gear he walked out to the field. He glanced over to the side where the cheerleaders would train. No one was there yet. But he had known that they started a tad later.

A yell made his head snap around. The coach was gathering his troops. Soon commands were shouted and the training started in earnest.

To Kyle's surprise, he wasn't as bad as he had guessed. He wasn't up to Jason's usual standard, but he didn't play like a rookie either. After an hour of torture, the coach gave them a break. Still sweaty he made his way over to the sideline.

By now the cheerleaders were around and in the middle of their own practice. After the end of their routine Kyle asked aloud, so everyone close by could hear, if Alice could come over for a bit. She did and they stepped a little further away. Not too much, as they wanted to be overheard.

Now was the moment of truth. Sure enough, he had to break up with Alice. A weird situation in itself. But he wanted it to do in a way that wouldn't leave Jason in a bad spotlight. While changing he had an idea that hopefully would do just that. He took Alice hands in his own. "Listen, Alice. I have been thinking. You are a great girl and I had a good time the last few weeks. But I think I shouldn't have started a new relationship so soon after the break up with Haley. I feel like I am not fully ready yet for a new one. And frankly speaking, it wouldn't be fair to you if I wasn't one hundred percent into this. I hope you understand that I am not saying this to hurt you but to avoid hurting your feelings down the line. Let's just be friends for now. Okay?"

Kyle had to suppress a grin. Judging by her puzzled expression, he had caught his sister off guard. Instead, he tried his best to give an apologizing smile. It took a few moments for Alice to find her footing again.

"Of course. Thank you for being so considered for me."

A few pleasantries later he made his way back to the field. He thought he did good, but to see if Jason's reputation survived would take a few days. Finally, he allowed himself to grin. Of course, he had to make sure Jason wouldn't immediately try to get her back.

It appeared he changed lives the most when he spoke out loud. Quietly he spoke to himself.

"I shouldn't chase popular girls so much. Girls like Alice are so fake anyway. Best would someone pretty yet modest. Maybe someone with something hidden qualities under the surface."

Kyle grinned. That should lead Jason to look for a relationship that goes beyond looks.

With the break over the training resumed. It was in the middle of a run as Kyle was suddenly thrown into darkness.

He could see again as Alice removed the blindfold and gag.

"What? How are you already here? The training was still on."

Alice grinned and removed the leather straps.

"Oh dear me needed time to cope with being dumped. Even in a nice way. What was up with that by the way?"

"I just thought it would be more natural."

Alice rolled her eyes and stomped off.

* * * * * Jason * * * * *

Jason was furious. Was this some kind of sick prank? He didn't know how long he had lain on this bed. Bound, blindfolded, and gagged. Once he was free he would pummel the one responsible until a squashed tomato would look more human.

Suddenly he was running. In full gear over the football field. His instinct took over as the football was flying to him. Still, the abrupt change made him mess up. The ball hit him right in the head and a moment later one of his feet didn't connect properly with the ground. What followed was a wild tumble and an all too close view of the grass.

While cursing he stood up and nearly fell again. One of his ankles flared with pain if he tried to put his weight on it.

"Today is definitely not your day," one of his teammates remarked.

Jason pushed the offered hand away and stumbled to the sideline.

He had thought someone had gotten to him by giving him a roofie or something. To be suddenly plunged into darkness and finding out you are bound is strange enough. To then suddenly come back to a different spot mid running was definitely something else.

The coach was there a moment later.

"Doesn't look too bad. At worst you sprained your ankle. Put some ice on it and go home. You are done for today."

Jason bit back a sharp reply. Instead, he got up and hobbled over to the changing rooms. As he came close he saw a girl exit the rooms for the girls. She had plastic bags in her hands and once she noticed Jason she quickly hid them behind her back. Much too late as Jason had already seen the contents.

"So you are the pantie thief that goes around the last weeks," he said with a grin.

He saw her recoil as if she had been hit. She looked kind of meek that moment, yet a bit cute.

"It is not what it looks like," she offered up.

Jason quickly cut her off.

"I don't really care. I tell you what. You run with one of your still empty bags and get some ice for me and I conveniently forget I saw you. Deal?"

She gave him a slight nod and quickly hurried away. Sighing Jason let himself down on a nearby bench. Whatever just happened had been out of sight from everyone. He had been the only witness. Half, he expected her to run away. After all, it would be his word against hers and she could dump her loot somewhere.

Surprised, he saw her return not a minute later. He thanked her as she handed him the small bag full of ice. The cold ice was haven for him and he gave small sigh.

Amused he noticed that the girl was still there and looking quite unsure of herself. Amused he gave her one of his trademark smiles.

"So I have to ask. Why steal panties?"

A short "Research" was the only reply he got.

"Research? And I am to believe that? Come on," he urged.

"It's true. I .. uh .. design. In my spare time."

Jason couldn't help, but to grin a little. What a flimsy excuse. Since she hadn't taken flight yet he decided to push a little further.

"And to what does your designing lead?"

She clearly looked startled and that was kinda cute to see. He could see her mind rattling to come up with another lie. What came next nearly made him drop the bag of ice. She looked around and then hastily unbuttoned her blouse. She revealed pale skin that contrasted against an intricate and lacy dark red bra.

"Beautiful." The word slipped Jason's tongue without even noticing.

"Jason!" The shout broke Jason's mesmerized state. It was Mitch who was hurrying over.

When he looked back to the girl he saw her quickly buttoning up her blouse. She was about to turn around to hurry away when she suddenly stopped.

"You won't tell, right?" she asked him.

"I promised," he replied with a genuine smile.

Again she turned to hurry away.

"Wait! I am Jason."

"I know. I'm Stella," with that she finally sprinted away.

So the girl had a name. Stella. He liked the name. How he had never noticed her before was beyond him.

"Dude," Mitch opened as he finally arrived.

"Not a half hour ago you break up with Alice with some sentimental bullshit and here you are. Chasing tail again. Mah man!"

He wanted to reply angrily when his brain finally registered a certain detail.

"I broke up with Alice?" he asked baffled.

"Oh man. Your tumble must have been worse than we thought. Yeah, you broke up. I would blame your fall for thinking breaking up with someone like Alice was a good idea, but that was before you decided to taste the grass."

"Oh shut up. What are you doing here anyway?"

"Talked coach into giving me a pass. Someone needs to haul your ass home."

"Oh yeah. With what car?"

"Yours. Or do you think you can drive with that foot? Now come on up. We need to change."

Jason shook his head and followed Mitch to the changing rooms. Before he entered he looked back to the bench. Creamy skin against dark red lace. A picture burned into his memory. Maybe what happened today wasn't that bad after all. With a grin, he entered.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

"I am not doing it!" shouted an angry Kyle. He was alone at home with his sister. With their parents away for a few hours Alice wants what she always wants in the last weeks. Take down another girl.

"Oh, come on. I know you love it. Just a little quicky. Jump in a body. Mess up her life. Have some fun and presto you are back." Alice tried.

"Have some fun? I don't think so. Every time I end up with one of your spiteful missions. Who pissed you off this time? Did a girl cut in line in front of you? Or was she simply not scared enough in your aloft presence?"

Normally Kyle wouldn't dream of angering his sister like that. However weeks of pandering to her whims had whittled away his patience. He barely saw his friends outside of school anymore.

"Come on. I it hasn't been that bad. Just a few girls-"

"Twenty-five isn't just a few! If this goes on I've switched with every girl in our school by the end of school year."

"And that is bad how? I thought you liked exploring the lives and bodies of girls."

"Well I aren't exploring. I always end up in a body of your choice with a mission to complete. There is no fun," Kyle shouted back. Immediately he regretted it as he saw a feral grin appear on his sister's face.

"So that is what you want. Right. I promised that you can choose a few too," Alice mused.

"Half," corrected Kyle and then cursed himself. He just had admitted that there was a way to get to him.

"Well, brother. I am sorry that I forgot about our deal," Alice told him. It was nice to hear it, but he knew better. It was just a way to get her will.

"Look. Do this last one for me and I guarantee the next five girls you decide," Alice said with a treacherous sympathetic voice.

Kyle was about to squash her stupid offer when he got an idea. One of the reasons the body swapping session were so short was because their parents weren't away long enough. If he demanded long enough durations for his five choices it would rule out enough opportunities to give him back some space in his private life.

"I agree under two conditions. First is that if you break this deal I will never ever change bodies with another girl for you anymore. Guys too," Kyle said with a self-confidence he didn't really had.

Alice bit her lip in frustration, but quickly agreed.

"Number two is duration. The next five girls, that I choose, I want to switch for at least four hours. No mission to interrupt it and only when we know it is safe to swap for so long."

Now Alice took her sweet time to decide. Kyle knew that he had her. He was about to leave, when she suddenly spoke up.

"Deal. Next five girls are of your choice and for at least four hours. No messing on my part."

Kyle couldn't believe it. She was really going for it.

"Next five after you do this one girl," Alice added and offered her hand to seal the deal.

Now it was Kyle who was thinking hard. It was his deal and he couldn't just back away from it.

"If you break that deal no more switching," he reminded her.

"Of course," she replied and gave him a grin he didn't liked.

Nonetheless he shook her hand. The deal was made.

"Great," she exclaimed. "Now hurry. The window is closing on our target."

Kyle sighed as Alice quickly rushed up the stairs. Probably to ready the leather straps.

"Who want to mess with this time?" he shouted as he slowly followed her upstairs.

"Cindy!" came a shout back.

That intrigued Kyle. Besides the ten hours in his sister's body Cindy's was the one he spend the most time in. It was also the life he messed up the most. While he liked the thought of exploring her life more he felt guilty for all the changes he caused.

When he arrived upstairs Alice had already spread out the leather belts that will secure his body. By now she was getting eerily familiar with the task.

"Not that I mind, but what did she this time?" he asked.

"She is gaining popularity again. But it is not her you switch into," Alice replied while fussing with his bed.

"No? Who then?" he asked slightly disappointed.

His sister remained quiet and pointed to the bed. Sighing he stripped down and made himself comfortable on his bed. That too became way too familiar for his liking.

"Now listen up," his sister started. "Just brake up her friendship with Cindy. And this time none of your pantie switcher nonsense."

"What do you mean?" Kyle asked confused.

"Don't tell me you haven't heard the rumors."
Seeing his confusion his Sister started to explain.
"Lately there has been a rumor at school. If your panties got stolen then the pantie switcher took them. He will switch to your body and reveal a new path for you. One that leads to happiness and a brighter future and blarg. Just cut it out this time okay? No charity work this time. By now we hardly need Stella to steal panties for us. Many girls let them hang out just begging for them to be stolen. To become a 'victim' of the pantie switcher. Not this time!"

Before Kyle could reply Alice shoved the ball-gag in his mouth. He was already bound with his arms as she pushed the blindfold over his head. Then came the panties. Pulled up to his knees. Strange. They felt a lot looser than normally. Soon his ankles were bound too and Alice pulled the panties up.

Kyle blinked as he suddenly saw and felt clay moving under his fingers. He immediately felt his new body was a lot different from the other girls he had borrowed a body. The fingers were more chubby and so was the rest of the body.

As he stood up he felt a weight that even surpassed his own body. He thought he knew in what body he landed, but he had to make sure. Looking around he saw the inside of a garage remodeled to be a small atelier. All the tools needed for pottery were neatly organized and close by. Only one object stood out. A small, but nice looking picture frame. In it a photograph of Cindy and Patsy. Caught while they had fun doing pottery together.

Kyle swore like a sailor, but quickly stopped himself. He didn't wanted to give Patsy a potty mouth. In fact he didn't wanted any ill will. That Cindy had become her friend was probably the one thing he was most proud of since he started switching with other people. Sure, it was unintentional, but it didn't mean it was a bad thing.

It was nice to see Patsy happy and now he was supposed to ruin it? Kyle balled his hands and anger grew in him. Partly he was angry with himself. Hadn't nearly all of Cindy's friends abandoned her? Who else could be Alice target than the one good friend she made since then? Patsy was the logical choice and Kyle hadn't seen it coming.

But even more so he was angry at his sister. This was going to far. Something had to change. It couldn't go on like this. His sister had to stop, but he couldn't see himself standing up to her. It had only be moments ago when he once again folded and gave Alice what she wanted. No he needed something else. With sudden clarity he saw the solution. He had to switch with her and change her from within.

That, he reasoned, might be difficult. Ever since the first switch Alice had taken to lock her room. Even the few times he managed to get a look into her room he had seen the big padlock on her underwear dresser. Alone he was surely to fail. He needed help. Stella Temby was the first person on his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. He didn't know how much Alice had her under her thumb.

Kyle needed someone he could trust or someone equally out for revenge as him. Cindy! He nearly facepalmed over the obvious answer. She had the most reason to be angry at Alice. There was just the slight problem that she might be angry at him too. He had to make sure that she was on his side. Slowly his mind formulated a plan. It all hinged on the fact that Cindy had to be willing to switch with him by her own choice. Thankfully it might look like he could switch with her soon and ensure her cooperation. It might not be ethical, but he saw no alternative.

He let out a deep breath of relief as he now had a plan. Still for now he was stuck in the body of Patsy. What to do in the meantime? He saw a pen and writing block. Quickly he wrote a heartfelt note to Patsy. Then he looked around. His eyes fell on the pottery table. Having to bridge the time somehow he decided to give it a spin. He might even find out how Patsy and Cindy could have so much fun with it.

After his sixth try he gave up. He had once seen a YouTube video how a vase was made. Bunch in the middle. Make it spin. Push upwards and then hollow out from the top. He never made it to the last part. It always took the form of a small tower that started to fall over.
"Why do all my works look like a dick?" he asked in disbelief and quickly cut himself off. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. What if he changed Patsy after all? He had to somehow change his comment.
"I mean just today. Uhm. I must have a bad day. Normally my work looks better. I mean-"

Kyle was cut off as he was suddenly plunged into darkness and his words were cut off by the ball-gag. As is sister removed it his first words were "Oh shit!"

"What?" asked his irritated Sister.

"I just might have screwed her more than I intended," Kyle admitted.

"Good work brother. Now we are talking."

* * * * * Patsy * * * * *

So it was true. The pantie switcher was real. She had heard the rumors and even the confession of Cindy. Now Patsy knew he was real. She always had thought it was some kind of real life meme. An excuse to change your life suddenly and drastically, and to have someone to blame it on.

Now, after a small eternity in darkness and bound by leather, Patsy could attest the rumor was real. If it was true then there should be some change in her life. Something to make it better. However, as she looked around she saw not much of a difference.

On her pottery table was an unfinished clay sculpture. Patsy had to laugh. It was so misshapen that it kind of looked like a penis. Well, what else might a guy make as his first piece than a dick? She shook her head and looked around. There was her writing pad and on it words she hadn't written. Curious she grabbed it.

"Dear Patsy,

I am who the school knows as the pantie switcher. A friend asked me to take a look at your life and so I did. However, I can't see a single thing I could or would change if I were in your position. I must admit I regard you highly for your unwavering spirit and what you have done with your life. Please carry on proudly.

The pantie switcher"

Patsy had to wipe a tear away. Somehow the small message had managed to touch her deeply. With a smile she put away the writing block and sat down at her table.

She looked down at the misshapen sculpture. It may be that he wouldn't change anything in her life, but she could still correct something of his. Namely the sculpture. Just a few tweaks and it didn't looked so pathetic anymore. Then a few more. Somehow intrigued she continued. After all mastery could only be achieved through practice.

* * * * * Kyle * * * * *

"It didn't work!" Alice insisted.

"It does," Kyle replied calmly. He had to step carefully or she might notice that he was up to something. "I told you I couldn't do anything to obvious. Admit it. You are just trying to dodge on the terms of our deal."

"You haven't even told me what you did. How should I know that you kept your end?" Alice accused him.

"I told you it was a bunch of things. Together they will make sure Patsy will never trust Cindy again," Kyle lied. "Now decide. Keep your end of the deal or this is it. I will never switch again bodies with anybody."

There was a long moment in silence before Alice huffed a "Fine!"
After calming down she asked irritated.
"So who do you want to be?"

"Cindy," Kyle simply replied.

"What? Why? Won't that interfere with your plan?" Alice wanted to know.

"Why is not of your concern and in regards to my plan. It might even be helpful or be a permanent solution to your problem. I didn't thought you would mind this much."

"Okay. Okay. I get the belts and her pantie."
Not five minutes later everything was ready. Kyle felt the panties being pulled up and he had to blink as he was suddenly not under the darkness of the blindfold anymore.

Once again he was in the very athletic and curvy body of Cindy. His hands drew upwards on her body and cupped her breasts through the slick material of her swimsuit. He had to grin. She still wore swimsuits everyday. Not that he minded.

It took him a moment to snap out of it. He wasn't here for pleasure. Well, maybe a little of that too. Kyle knew that his plan had to be executed first. Who knew if Alice would keep her promise of four hours and there was always the possibility of their parents coming home early.

He was already seated at her desk and it looked like she was about to do her homework. Well, that had to wait. He pushed the textbooks aside and pulled Cindy's laptop close. A quick google search and he found his own Facebook page. The one he had just updated the day before with a few pictures.

Now came the weird part.
"He is kind of cute," Kyle said aloud. Looking at his own pictures. "But also kind of sexy and handsome. Trustworthy."
This should make Cindy more open to him.
"I wonder how it would be to switch bodies with him. I bet it would be a strange, but fun experience. Given the chance I would agree to switch bodies with him for a while."
That should take care of the second part of his plan. Just to be sure he started to repeat it a few times while his hand snaked downward and started to message his pussy. It might reinforce what he said. Or not. Couldn't hurt to try.

"I thought we agreed on the rules. No fun till homework was done."
Startled Kyle looked behind him and saw Cindy's maid standing in the doorway. What had she seen and how long? He watched her coming over and sitting down on the bed. Then she patted her lap.

"What?" asked a startled Kyle.
The maid only irked an eyebrow and then grabbed Kyle's arm. A moment later she had him on her lap.
"Oh shit," he barely managed to say before her hand landed on his bottom.

"Do we have to go over the rules every single time anew? If you don't count them out loud they don't count," Cindy's maid chided him.
Quickly he said "One!"
"That's 'one Miss Anna'!" she corrected him and a new slap rained down on his butt.
Kyle's mind caught up and quickly he started counting.

After the seventh slap the maid took a small break.
"What is that?" the maid inquired.
Kyle had to twist on her lap to look behind to where she was pointing.
"My laptop?" Kyle offered.
A quick slap told him that this was not the correct answer.
"Just the Facebook page of a boy I know."

"Just some boy. Right. So instead of learning you masturbate to 'some boy'. What did you say to yourself?" the maid Anna inquired.
"That he was kind of sexy and handsome," Kyle answered while blushing.
A hard slap made him yelp and pant. Like the last time the slaps slowly got to him.
"There was more," Anna reminded him.

Kyle hesitated and earned himself another smack across the buttocks.
"I ... I wondered how it would be if I would be him."
"And while wondering you masturbated? Looks like the young miss is even more dirty minded then I thought. Tell me. What turns you more on: the thought of him fucking you or you fucking him with his own body while he is in yours?"
"Both?" he ventured.

"Not good enough. Choose," the maid demanded.

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Authors note:
This story drove me nuts. At first it was a rush to write. Then it tethered off.
Now and then I would pick it up. Read through it and add a few sentences.
But the mood to write it never really came back.
After three years I admit defeat.

How it would have ended:

Kyle would have approached Cindy with a plan. He would switch into her and then in her body he would switch into his sister. Then he could change her to be more pleasant. Cindy would agree, but tell her own maid in secret of the plan.

One the day of the execution, the first half works. But when Kyle is in his sisters body he is ambushed by the Maid Anna, who starts a roleplay of her own. One with Kyle becoming the subservient maid in Training to Miss Anna.

After the switch is over, and Alice defeated by making her submissive, a new normal would be established.

How the epilogue would have been:

Kyle and Cindy would have started dating. Slowly they would have switch more and longer, until Kyle stayed mostly in her body and Cindy in his.

It would turn out that Cindy owns so many swimsuits and bikini's because her mother created a swimsuit label (that made her famous). Stella, now dating Jason, would be one of the first hires for the label branching out into dessous.

Haley and her new boyfriend would start their own photography studio. Not only to be hired for most of the shoots of the swimsuit and dessous label of Cindy's mother, but also becoming the wedding photographers of Cindy and Kyle's wedding.

Patsy would stay a close friend of Cindy - no matter who is in that body in that time - ,but would become more and more distracted by her own company. As she decided to make and sell handcrafted dildo's.