Can a snake shed its skin?

Can a snake shed its skin?

Caution: contains references to sexual assualt. please read with care

Jake was often called a snake.

Even he knew it was a good description of himself.

Actually, calling him a snake would be an insult to snakes, since they aren’t rapists.

Jake was.

He was a simple rapist, he’d go to a park and wait for a girl to go by who was distracted.

A quick hit on the head, a drag of their body behind a bush, and then he’d help himself to what he wanted.

So far, it had all gone according to plan, and none of the women even remembered what he looked like, so he saw no reason to change.

Until today.

He’d staked his spot, where he could see the path going through a local park, while sitting on a bench pretending to fiddle with his phone, waiting for a potential victim to pass by.

He actually got a bit distracted himself and somehow missed the woman until she was walking towards him.

Her walk alone set his hormones off. Her hips swayed, but she also strode with the confidence of someone used to being in control.

She smiled, pulled him up to a standing position, kissed him and then purred in his ear, “I really want to get into your pants, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.”

He was stunned, but managed, “sounds good to me.”

“Then let me take you to my place, so we can have some privacy.” she responded.

Several hours and some severe sex later, Jack found himself somehow looking up at his body, which was getting dressed.

He heard his voice say, “I was right. I am enjoying getting into your pants.”

He watched as his body finished dressing and then looked down and realised he was now in the body of the woman.

“What’s happening?” he managed to ask.

“Can’t you guess?” his body responded, “we have switched bodies. You are now me, and I am now you. As for what happens from here on, well I think I am going to offer you mercy.”

“Mercy?” he asked.

“Yes. you see, since I am now bigger and stronger than you, I could subject you to the violence you have committed on women. But that would diminish me, make me like you. So instead, I’m going to give you freedom. This home is paid for the next year, and I even set up a running account at a local grocery store to deliver food for the next year as well. You will have a year to make yourself into a better person without having to worry about food or shelter, which is more than most people have.”

“What happens in a year?”

“Well, that depends on you. Make yourself a better person, and you will get a blessing. Fail to do so, and you’ll be cursed in a way that makes being a beautiful woman seem like a walk in the park.”

Then his former body vanished.

One Year Later . . .

Author’s note: What would you readers want to see happen? I’ll write the most popular response!



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