Back in 2017, there was an event that came to be known as, Spontaneous Body Swapping Syndrome. Thought of in the past as a disturbance in the flow of nature, or a scientific experiment gone wrong on the genetic level, it is in fact a magical curse inflicted on one member of each family. Each of the opposite gender. In the future SBSS has become something of a regular event. So regular in fact that it is found to be linked to birth. Scientists and Mages have found that when two people are born at the same exact time, their bodies are linked together. When either person reaches a certain event in their life, the cycle begins. The duration of the event depends on the strength (or weakness) of the connection.
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My name is Justin Case. Yeah i know, my parents have a really sick sense of humor. I go by my middle name Lewis. So you will never believe what happened to me today, i woke up in the wrong body. I know it sounds crazy but hear me out. Yesterday i went to sleep in my bed and this morning, i woke up as a completely different person. Her (yes her) name is Lisa Michaels. Apparently she is this insanely girly chick. Seriously, its like an issue of "Teen Vogue" exploded in her closet. Or is it my closet now. Anyway, since this is now my body and I assume that I'll be stuck like this for the rest of my life, i think it's time to make some changes.
"Lisa" my new mom called, "can yOH MY GOD! Lisa! What did you do to your beautiful hair? And what are you wearing?"
"Mom, I'm transgender" i say this hoping beyond all hope that my new parents are as open as my old parents. I was wearing a baggy black shirt without a bra, some boxers that were way too big and pants that were nearly falling off. All held up by one of Lisa's (my) least feminine black belt. All of this clothes came from my new brother's closet. Apparently, Joe had gone to college and visits every other month. Well, Joe's belt wouldn't fit so i had to bite the bullet somewhere.
So fastforward six months to my eighteenth birthday. The day is finally here when i can relive my life as Lewis. To my surprise, everyone in my new life were so supportive. Six agonizing months of hormones and avoiding the advances of unwanted company. I fanally get to have my top and bottom surgery. Of course i will never look like the guy i was before the swap but i am willing to get past that to finally have my little friend back between my legs.
I was so happy that it took a little longer than usual for the anesthesiologist to put me under but when i went to sleep it was as if i had all the world lifted from my shoulders. I had a short dream. I dreamed i met the old Lisa. We bonded over waking up in eachothers bodies and before i knew it, i woke up in my hospital room.
"Oh good Lisa you're finally awake." My eyes shot open. My member is still missing and i have a bandage on my chest that seems to be lifted by flesh underneath. Once i get over that shock, i realize that the woman in the room is none other than my original mom. The only thing i can think of is that I'm back. That, and if Lisa ever finds me, she will probably kill me...
Well, its only a few day away. My name is Nicholas Henry Rutherford. Or just Nick is fine. Or as it will be shortly, Agatha Yasmina Carpenter, Aggie for short. Aggie and her family found out about the swap after she learned from her doctor that she can't have children.
Not to dwell on the things out of her control, the Carpenters did alot of research. Eventually found my birth certificate. They hopped on a plane and are just hours from meeting their "new daughter"
This wouldn't really bother me as a good majority of my friends are swapped. My friend Jack/Erika (never met the real Erika) got the swaps when they were about 14 years old.
What complicates things is learning that your new body has selective short term memory loss. That is added to the laundry list of things that are wrong with my swapmate but I'll get into that later. The primary (non hidden) reason is that with swaps comes an adverse effect to the short term memory loss. Full blown amnesia for everything leading to the initial swap. That means that the Rutherfords and the Carpenters will be living under one roof until they know the duration of the swap.
This means that "Nick" will be teaching me who she use to be until i can remember who i really am as Nick. As a result, i have to teach her how to pass as me. I don't know if you know this but have you ever tried explaining something to a person who has a short attention span... i am practically yelling at myself. My only saving grace is that for the first swap i will be blissfully unaware, but i digress.
So Aggie and the family show up on my front porch. I cant believe how time flies. She's so different from me i think it will be obvious the next swap people will be able to tell who is who from a mile away. I try to formally introduce myself but was cut off when her dad says he has yet another reason for the premature visit.
Fast forward and it's the first day of the swap. And what do you know, I'm on Aggies period. I know i said that she cant get pregnant. Well, that was the other bombshell from her then father and mine for the forseable future. "New Nick" comes in to the bathroom and i am freaking out. He tells me that i am on my period because though she cant have kids, i can in her body.
Well, we found out how long the swap is. Its one whole week. Yep the duration of my period. At least i only have to worry about it until the next two swaps. Man I've sure got some explaining when my girlfriend Jennifer/David comes back from their vacations.
"Lisa, are you home?"
"Yes mother."
"Don't forget to take the casserole to the Andrews next door. Poor Mark hasn't been the same since his wife left him and the kids as soon as baby Chase could sit up on his own. If i ever find that woman... well lets just leave it there. Anyway you should check up on Susan. She could always use a"
"Mom, just don't right now. I'll take the casserole to Mr. Andrews and I'll be back in a minute. I haven't spoken to Sue in nearly 10 years. She doesn't want to see me and i don't really care about her. Just please for my sanity, stop bringing it up."
"Ok baby girl, now about that casserole... just drop it off and you can go to bed."
"Package for Mr. Mark Andrews and family."
"Well if it ain't Little Lisi-Lis herself. Tell ya momma i said thank you."
"Will do Mr. Andrews"
"Now Lisa. You know when you call me that i look for my paps. How many times do i have to say 'Please call me Mark'"
"I'm sorry... Mark. Enjoy your dinner"
"Mission 'complished Mah"
"Lisa Penelope Michaels, you are a lady. Act like one. How did Mark like the casserole?"
"Now don't get mad because you asked me"
"Well go on. What did he say?"
"He said to and i quote ehem...'Tell ya momma i said thank you'"
"Thank you little miss drama queen. Go ahead and wash up and get some sleep, you have a very important day tomorrow"
"Lewis... Lewis! JUSTIN LEWIS CASE GET UP BEFORE I GET THE HOSE"
"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK"
"Lewis watch your language"
"Why do you keep calling me Lewis? My name is Lisa... Who are you and where the hell am i? Did you do something to my voice? You kidnapped me! WHERE THE FUCK DID MY BOOBS GO?"
"Lewis, honey, you are starting to scare me"
"That's it, this is all a dream"
"Honey, you're not dreaming. I think you may be suffering from some sort of delusion I'm going to make a quick phone call"
"Not dreaming she says. If I'm not dreaming then how can i do this...oof"
"Lew...Honey are you ok... ok."
"Ok so this is not a dream... WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS"
"JUSTIN, I SAID I WAS ON THE PHONE...sorry my son's just a little ...ok i need help big time"
"Well i feel the need to remind youthat it has been six monthes and there has been no sign of improvement. We have talked about this before and i know you are aprehensive about SRS, however, seeing as he has tried to kill himself several times each week, i feel there is no other option but to operate. He's 18 today and though he would be legally an adult on a normal basis, due to his mental state, we need you to sign for him. We feel there is no other option. We would also like to keep him as a perminant resident for study at our facility. Since this is a study you will get paid and have all the necessary visiting writes as we would like to keep you in the know about your son's mental state. For the time being though, you should try refering to him as female and use the name he, sorry, she, gave you. Please remind me, what was the name she answers to?"
"Lisa"
"Thank you Mrs. Case, we will aslo like to discuss the legal aspects after the surgery"
"Doctor, i give you permition to do anything to save my so... my daughter"
"Lewis, honey. The anesthesia should be wearing off now. Its time to wake up."
"Lewis?... IF I EVER SEE THAT SON OF A BITCH I'M GOING TO MURDER HIM."
When i was a little boy, i never would have guessed my little prank would turn into the cause of many generations of mass hysteria. I think i am getting ahead of myself, so lets start from the very beginning.
My name is Henry Leighton. I am 18 years old fresh out of high school. I was an all-American athlete. I played football and cheer, i was captain of the wrestling team, i ran short distance and long distance track and field, and i did gymnastics and ballet in the summer. I was also one of if not the best Shakespearean actor to grace the theatre of that school since the program opened. (Ask my drama teacher Mrs. Hayes, told the whole class i was her favorite). I graduated top of my class with honors as Valedictorian. I hope to one day become a doctor and cure every known disease.
I know what you are thinking, "Henry, that's a bit ambitious dont you think?" I'll be the first one to tell you you are right but also wrong. You see, normal medicine cannot begin to come close to what i have in mind. Of course this goes against every rule They have ever taught me. Never reveal the true extent of miraculous events. In air quotes. They say it all the time but have no real power to actually stop me. Actually, that is how i was able to breeze through all those thirteen years of school. Did i forget to mention that magic is real. Yeah I'm a mage. Or at least i will be some day. It takes years of honing your skills and ability to become a mage. What i actually am is a demimage. This means that i have some control over my power and can use it sparingly without hurting myself. I am only one spell from being granted the title of mage. After that only one other person has ever become the strongest magic mage to exist, The Encantor. He died over three thousand years ago. Legend says he found a way to reincarnate.
Well, as it is, i know from my many studies through my lifetime that a person is formed by their environment. This means that even if it were true, the Encantor would have no memories of his former self. You see, in the event of a reincarnation, as the person gets older, they will have bouts of Déjà Vu. Over time they will start to remember but will pass it off as nothing but a dream. You may be asking yourself, "How are you so knowledgeable about this?" Well i can answer that, i have been studying the work of The Encantor since i was eight years old. It has been what has allowed me to stay so focused.
Anyway, back to the true focus of our narrative. You see, i was always a bit of a prankster growing up. Now i know what you have in mind, let me be the one to burst your bubble. I am not going to become a doctor to terrorize people, you sick bastard... sorry. I want to be a doctor so that i can unite the worlds of science and magic.
I dont think it will go very far into the discovery but i have gotten pretty good at being subtle. My plan is to create potions that will alow small amounts of magic to permiate the body. I guess its good that im not that strong otherwise, or i might end up wiping out half of life as we know it... wow, am i lucky. Where was i, oh yeah, after i finish medical school, i am going to open a clinic with my best friend Helen. She is a nom, thats a non magical human for all of you noms out there. I told her about my magic about a year into our friendship. She was freaked out at first but then she warmed up to the idea of the mystic properties that surround us. It was actually her idea to fuse the magical with the scientific. Brilliant girl but she had to work hard to understand a lot of things.
Authors note:
Hello readers. I wanted to take the next story i have in a different direction. I feel that it will help make the stories fit together. Seeing as this story is already longer than my previous works i have decided to make it multiple chapters. Dont worry, we'll get to the actual tg in the next chapter but for now you can get caught up on my previously mentioned other works. Keep in mind that my older works "Not Myself Today" and "Stranger by the Hour" will not be considered canon. Please let me know how i am doing all comments (constructive) are welcome.
It really helps to have support when you are going through school. Even more when you learn you're all on your own. When i graduated high school, my father thought it would be a good idea to set me up as a mail-order bride. He said to me, "Hellhound," cause he thinks im a bitch, "no daughter of mine's gonna go college!"
He repeatedly told me, "ya momma nev' wenna no college, my momma nev' wenna no college, yo granny wenta college and her pa almose kill her fo it. I re-peat college ain't no good fer no girls. You goin' git marred an git me an ya momma some granbabbies an ya cain' do dat fyou goin' git ejimicaded. Y'Auntie Lou Anne wen en got a de-gree an she ain give me no other kin folk. No Hel. You wanna got college, you git the 'el ouda here. Don let the door kiss yo ass ona way out. Befo ya go one mo thin. I ev' seeya gen, i' kiya" Boy am i lucky my best friend is a mage.
I was out of there and for a good six years, went couch surfing until i finally told Henry about my home situation. Man he was so P.O.ed that he nearly thought about killing him. (my dad, not himself) I proposed a small revenge. We would finish our MDs and open our clinic, then we would get our revenge.
Fast forward and we finally did it. I am now proudly Dr. Helen Della Arlin, OBGYN. And my partner (nonsexual, seriously completely platonic come on guys he's like my brother) in crime (but not literally we are very ethical) Dr. Henry Alexander Leighton, GP. ( i swear your minds go straight to the gutters) Yup, I specialize in the Grand Canyon while he deals with Mount Everest. (or more often, Mount Wycheproof) *no offense to the Aussies out there. P.S. Steve Irwine is basically a god and will live on forever on my vhs oknowbacktothestorysorry* Anyway, the trap is almost set to finally get revenge on that POS of a father of mine. We thought it would be poetic justice to make my father see the error of his ways. I know, "Come on Doc, what's the big plan?" Right? Dont worry, I'm getting to that.
We synthesized a drug/potion to cure the common cold. Almost won the nobel for it... almost. Turns out while we were doing this, my dad's gender bender potion was mixed into the batch that was approved for mass production and emediate manditory distribution. Everyone on earth, everyone. Got swapped with the person they shared the strongest bond with.
Well there you have it. Thus my life as Henry Leighton MD, the worlds worst mage. I lost his liscense and am now serving a three hundred year sentance for leaking magic to the world, while the new Helen is trying to find a way to fix the world. Seriously it was all an accident I swear!
THE END or is it?
Seriously guys, let me know what you think in the comments
Hi. My name is Susan Andrews. I am 17 years old, senior in high school girl. I live with my dad Mark and my little brother Chase. I say little brother, but i really mean younger brother as he towers over me at 6'2". My mother left us after Chase was born. Anyway, I'm a pretty average student. Contrary to popular belief i am not a tomboy. I love all things feminine and if you saw my room you would think that an issue of "Seventeen Magazine". I thats enough background for what I need to say.
At 17 weighing in at a wopping 128 pounds standing at 5'6" tall Alpha of the Arm Bar, the Bane of the bullies, the Controller of Control, the Duke of Double,... ( I can do this for every letter of the alphabet) the Master of the Mat... Flexy Henry Carter. (ahhhhhhhhhh the crowd is going nuts). In case you hadn't guessed, I'm a bit of a badassImeanwrestler. Ok not really a badass but nobody seems to hate me. I live with my mom Jessica, and my little sister Kristina (or as she likes to call herself, "the beautiful and fabulous -faw-boo-los Miss KristyAna Elizabeth Madeline c
Carteright) we just call her Kristy or kris for short. She doesn't seem to care. Anyway with a 14 year old sister and my mother people would assume i turned out to be a little effeminate. Nope. Not me. I make sure of that on a daily basis. I have been known to sweep the ladies off their feet. Not that i ever have being a virgin and all. Anyway, I guess people like me cause I'm a good person.
"Susan, time to get up for school!"
"I'll be right there Daddy!" I called out. My voice sounded very weird. Like i had a frog in my throat. Thing is my dad didn't seem to think i sounded any different. Maybe its because of the layers of blankets and the closed door. Yeah that had to be it. Anyway i made my way to my bathroom and something felt off. I didnt feel my hair brush my shoulders, I started to worry that maybe Chase had cut my hair. Then, other things seemed to come into focus. I noticed my fingernails were shorter and looked like they were kept trim as they were bit to the nailplate. I looked farther down to see that i was sporting a healthy 4" In my panties. At that moment, I froze where were my breasts? I almost freaked out thinking to myself, Please let this be a dream, why am i a manMy center of gravity also seemed to shift as i walked in and looked at myself in the mirror. To say i was weirded out would be the understatement of the year. In the mirror, was my reflection. I saw the 17 year old Girl I grew up to be but on the surface when i touched my face, my hair, my empty c cups, i shuttered when i felt down and pinched. "HOLY FUCKING FUCKS!!!!! MY FUCKING FUCK SHIT!!!!! OHMYGOD YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!!!!!!"
All of the sudden my father, with every ounce of modesty opened the door and found me on the floor of the bathroom holding my hands over my groin. "What happened princess?"
"Kristina baby, will you do me a favor and get your big brother up for me? I have to get to work early and I know its going to take forever to get that man to register in his brain that hes going to be late for school."
"Ok Momma" and with that mom left the house. It was five minutes later that i heard a knock on my door. I didn't get up of course as i was still "sleeping"
"Henry, hurry up, we're gonna be late for school!" She said with such a whine that i thought it was five oclock in the evening and people were getting ready to drink about screwing up and getting in trouble with their wives. (Sorry I cant give names of any brand... too parinoid. P. S. I will be making a lot of similar puns) anyway i get out of bed and immediately am met with hair all over my face. Not my beared, which was weird because usually i would have a five o'clock shadow. No this came from the top of my head. I could feel it brushing my shoulders too. I had to get to a mirror. That could wait i had to take care of some much needed irrigating. As i continued to walk i could feel my center of gravity shift. I look down for the first time today to see... nothing. My breasts are in the way... ... ... WHERE DID THESE COME FROM? No time to think, i had to water the plants before i marinated my sirloins. At this point im too confused to do anything so I sit down and kill two birds with one stone. When i finished, i still hadn't seen what i looked like. I washed my hands and looked in the mirror. I see nothing different. Here I qm in my boxers and i am looking down at my very heavy breasts. I look in the mirror and nothing is wrong. At this point, Kristy is at the door knocking like a mad woman.
"Henry are you going to live in there?"
"Quit asking me and i might finish faster" my voice was sooo strange to hear, I wonder if Kristy noticed. I guess she didnt because she said back, "Ok, well hurry up. There's a teenage girl here who would like to get the day started." I put on my shirt from the hamper and got out of the bathroom. When Kristina saw me she just had a look of -oh wow you stink. I just looked at her. "What?" She asked, to which I answered, do I seem different today?"
Thank you for reading. This is my first story and i just had this in my head for the longest time. I am very new to this and i wanted to see how many people would be interested in my writing. I wrote this as a popcorn story. I write the first part and leave guidelines like an improv. Anyone can pick this story up as long as they credit me as the original author. I really don't know how that is done but i want to be able to read what everyone takes from the original peace.
Sup, my names James. But please call me Jimmy. I hear James and i look over my shoulder for the old man.
And I'm Hannah. Sorry my brother is a little on the classless side if you know what I mean.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well you should know better than to introduce yourself, let alone your amazingly beautiful sister with Sup I swear it's like living with a caveman
Ok I'll give you that one, do you know what we are doing here? Asside from being self aw... are, man this is going to get so confusing.
OK HOLD UP NOW, WHO IS TELLING THIS STORY?... SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE HAN I MEAN JAMES... JIMMY... WHO EVER YOU ARE. MAN, YOU WERE RIGHT, THIS IS COFUSING, HOPE THE READERS CAN FOLLOW... SORRY IMMA JUST READ.
Please don't talk like that when you are me. It makes me sound like I've lost a few IQ points.
ahem... Like oh my gawsh!How can we tell like who is who?... keep pestering me woman and I'll shave your head
You wouldn't dare... yes you would. You know, two can play at that game. All I have to do is walk up to nerdy Chace Andrews and plant a big wet kiss while in your body. He is kind of cute and I hear his sister Susan is a total girl next door kind of vibe, a bit of a tomboy lately though.
DOES ANYONE LISTEN TO THE NARRATOR?... OK FINE! YOU TWO CAN MESS UP THE STORY. DONT MIND ME I'M JUST THE PERSON WHO GAVE YOU A VOICE. REGRETTING IT NOW. SPOILED BRATS
OK OK you win please don't do anything like that,
I DO ONE FUNNY STORY AND IT'S A HOSTILE TAKEOVER... JUST BREAKS MY HEART
Do you mind if we finish?
... FINE I'LL GO MUTTER IN ANNOYANCE OUT OF EARSHOT. UNGREATFUL...
As I was saying, Chase is just the kind of person to take something like that and spread it like a wildfire. Ok, I'll put down the scissors and you put down the phone. Maybe we can come to an agreement?
I'm listening...
OK GLAD YOU ENJOYED THIS. AS YOU CAN SEE MY CHARACTERS HAVE HIJACKED THE STORY, SO I THINK THAT WE'LL JUST CALL THIS A BUST. PLEASE COMMENT ON HOW *WE* DID.
BOTH OF YOU NOW......
James is your average tough guy. At 15 he has a bit of a meethead. His sister Hannah the otherhand, was a well mannered lady in the making. They were about as normal as any set of fraternal twins could be. Their mom, Beatrice, worked a small business from their garage while their dad, Rodney, spent his days working for a prestigious university specializing in Philosophy and ancient myths. One myth in particular was the arcane mythos of The Encantor. This really took a lot of his time but he always had time for his family.
The morning of their 16th birthday Hannah woke up with quite a shock. She had an abnormal desire to go to the bathroom. She emediately gets up and lifts the seat to pee. Only to find that for some reason her urine is going everywhere. When she notices this, she immediately turns to sit down and finish her business. When she is done she lifts her panties and heads back to her room without washing her hands, as she only went pee she didn't feel like waking everyone in the house with the water running. She went to bed confused as she stripped off her nightgown and went to sleep in only her panties.
Meanwhile. Hannah's stirring had awakened her brother by an ungodly smell. What didn't make much sense was that he felt naked as he didn't have anything to cover his chest. Taking his sheet to cover himself, he went to the hall to see what had caused his nose to suddenly lose all its function. As he stepped out he found his favorite nightgown in the doorway of his sisters room. Taking it off the floor it seemed a little small but his mom probably put it in the drier instead of hanging it to air dry like he always does after hand washing it. That could wait as he now had it he put it on to recover at least a semblence of modesty as he went back to his room and went back to sleep. Almost immediately, they simultaneously shot out of bed with so much confusion, their heads spun as they each realized they accidentally went to eachothers rooms.
Dear Diary,
It's me {Highlight to read} Hannah James. So i have learned alot since the first time my {Highlight to read} brother sister and i swapped traits.
It has been a month since our 16th birthday and since then we learned about our family curse. From 16 until age 24 twins in our family will swap certain traits for 24 hours at a time. Sometimes it has been nice. Last week i thought i would have to suffer through that time of the month but leave it to the swap to change me back into a {Highlight to read} girl Boy. Other times it has its perks. The {Highlight to read} breast best thing about the swap is seeing and feeling certain... areas...from a whole new vantage {Highlight to read} perk point... ... ... moving on.
You may have gotten confused because i keep getting mixed up with who i am referencing or who is really writing. That is because today we swapped name recognition among other things... the universe really is cruel. Who would have thought that i would change genders but keep little Jimmy. I don't know why I'm saying this here but i think it makes sense if i don't think so I'm just going to explain something for posterity sake.
i want to state for the record that James and Hannah are not trans
Due to the swap on any given day, i have a girl's brain (specifically Hannah's) but its inside my otherwise very male body. In otherwords, dysphoria sucks. Again not sure why a self awareness joke popped into my head déja vu i guess... ... ... Anyway
I was sure of one thing today. I had a date with my girlfriend Linda. Today was supposed to be the day we had sex. This is going to be interesting because at the present moment i am a straight girl in a boys body... ... ... i think I'm screwed.