New Body Swap Story - Part Two

Inside was a wonderland of colors and materials and garments of all shapes and sizes. Terry pilfered the drawers and slid clothes along the pole on their hangers to find only the most audacious of Reese’s clothing. His revenge would be aimed at revealing Reese for what she was – a manipulative sluit. And she should certainly dress the part.

he found a skirt that clung to his hips and barely concealed the underwear he wore. He should replace those with something racier than plain cotton panties, but that could wait for another time. Reese in his body would be busting in any second, demanding to know what was happening. Before he was interrupted, Terry needed to hurry through this process and get outside. Once he was out of the house, he could leave her behind and let her deal with navigating the world in his scrawny body.

To match the black skirt, Terry found a pink top with short sleeves that hung off the shoulder. He wanted to go without a bra so the world could see him jiggle. And he was certainly doing that. His nips were hard, too, and the cumulative effect of his chosen clothes and braless tits made him look like some amaeur porn model. It was perfect.

He found a pair of chunky black heels in the closet, tall enough to make him look like a real tramp, but he had no idea how to go about walking in heels. Something inside him assured him he should try, and so he did. Slipping his feet into the heels made him feel sexy, a foreign sensation to a guy like Terry. SO much of his life was spent apologizing for his appearance. He felt guilty for being so unappealing. But now, as Reese, it was a completely different world. He would be desired by everyone. He would be the girl everyone wanted o be with. He could pick and choose who he wanted to spend time with. And have his pick of men and women alike. He could be a kind of queen. Beauty brought so much opportunity, he never knew how much.

No, he reminded himself. This was not why he wanted to seek his revenge. It wasn’t to become Reese any longer than needed o ruin her reputation, to give her a taste of what his life was like. Maybe then she would be able to empathize a little and not be a complete bitch all the time.

And yet… How nice would it be to be that bitch? To feel the world at your feet?

The amulet pulsed around his neck. He could almost feel it warm against his skin. Was it trying to communicate with him somehow? It was magic, after all. Magic enough that when he took his firsts teps in high heels, he did so with confidence and grace. Maybe some of Reese’s muscle memory lingered in her flesh, or perhaps… Perhaps there was something more to the amulet than the extraordinary capabilities of swapping bodies? Maybe it could help Terry truly live as Reese.

Reese fumbled her way into the hallway. She no longer felt hungover, which was a bonus, but finding herself crammed into the wiry frame of her brother was making her nauseous and confused. It was impossible, of course, that she should be a boy, and yet there was no denying that it was Terry she saw in the mirror. And once she was able to wrap her mind around that piece of information, she knew that all of this was the result of some of terry’s machinations. He was into all this occult bullshit, and somehow he found a way to hijack her body and swap places.

Her feet were too big and wanted to trip over each other. She had to steady herself with a hand on the wall. Before she could barge in on Terry doing who-knows-what to her body, suddenly she met with the vertiginous sensation of seeing herself emerge from her bedroom. She was wearing her fuck-me heels with a miniskirt and the pink top she liked when she wanted to show off her tits. She had never worn all three together, and the result was overtly sexual. She looked like a whore, even without makeup. Terry, piloting he rbody, had her purse slung over a shoulder and kay keys in hand.

“What did you do to me?” she hissed.

“I don’t know what you mean, Terry. I’m going to campus for a little while.”

“Whatever you did, reverse it. I won’t tell Mom or Dad. I just want you to fix this.”

“Fix what, little brother? You’re talking crazy.”

Reese hated the smug look on her face. Her head swam seeing herself from this outside perspective. It was something no one should experience. It could drive you crazy if you let it. She decided to try a softer approach.

“Terry, whatever I did, I’m sorry. We can talk about it, and I promise you I’ll listen. Obviously you’re mad at me about something. Undo whatever it is you did and let’s talk about it.”

That smirk transformed into actual laughter. Who knew she could look so superior when she laughed like that?

“Well, Terry, I still don’t know what you’re talking about. And I would advise against talking to Mom and dad about whatever you think is happening. What do you think they’ll do if their son, who is into weird occult shit, starts claiming he’s not who he is. That someone stole his body? They might send you straight to the mental hospital. I hear there are some very good inpatient programs for this kind of thing.”

The sile enevr faltered, but any humor drained from Reese’s stolen face.

“You fucked with me for a long time. And now it’s my turn. Trust me when I say no one will believe a pathetic little simp like you, Terry. You get to enjoy your life, such as it is, until I decide to change things. The sooner you realize who’s in charge, the better of you’ll be. Do you understand me, loser?”

Reese ran through all the possibilities, but none would get her anywhere. Terry was right. If she tried to tell someone what was happening, they’d dismiss her at best. At worst, she’d be headed to the emergency room where she would receive a psych evaluation. He was right. He was in control. For now.

“What can I do to make things up to you?”

The intensity drained from her face while Reese stared at Terry.

“You can thank me for treaching you a lesson,a nd then you can get the fuck out of my way.”

Reese gritted her teeth, but she said it. And then she moved aside, letting her body push past ad head down the steps. And there wasn’t a single thing she could do about it.

Before he left, terry paused to wish his parents a good morning, and they beamed at him the way they always did when theys poke to their blonde princess.

“Just going to campus for a bit,” she told them, and didn’t wait for a response. She had work to do.

The amulet continued its pleasant pulsing. Terry’s new oussy was warm and wet. He wondered what it would feel like to fuck as a girl and decided that was something he would know very soon. The reputation even Terry knew of his sister’s chastity the way she teased but never satisfied, all that was about to change. The promise of reese’s body would be fulfilled and a new chapter in the story of his sister would begin.

The car was the perfect example of why Reese was the favored child. It was candy apple red with a white convertible top, currently down to send his blonde hair whipping around his head, and the perfect accessory for a girl like Reese. It was impractical given the insurance cost, but who cared so long as Princess Reese had her fancy car? Now it was Terry’s, even if he had to take Reese’s body to get it. On his sixteenth birthday, all he got was a new computer, a fraction of the cost of the car. And now that three years passed since then, it was no longer top of the line. Just another barely-considered gift from his parents.

Campus was only a few miles away, and he parked near the athletics building. That would give him an easy path to the sorority house. Greek Row was notorious for its poor parking, and a stroll across campus in his new body would do him good. It was a warm day, the sun was out, and he was in the body of a sexpot. What could be better?

Terry knew people were watching immediately. He could sense their eyes, tracking the path of this blonde goddess with her legs on display and her tits bouncing free of a bra on her chest. He dragged a brush, courtesy of Reese’s well-equipped purse, through his hair, but it only tamed the wild tangles, it did not banish them completely. The end result was the appearance of a lioness, a jungle cat stalking across the college grounds, predatory and alert. And those eyes warmed his skin and threatened to distract him with how it made his pussy hum with want. He wondered if Reese was a virgin, or if she merely had the reputation for being a tease?

“Hey, babe, what are you doing here?”

Terry turned to find Reese’s meathead boyfriend jogging after him. His name was Will Something, but what did last names matter when you were a totals lut like Reese? The thought made him smile, which Will mistook for welcome. He took his girlfriend in his arms and gave her a squeeze. When he released, his eyes lingered on her braless tits.

“I needed to run by the sorority. I have a message for them. But I’m I found you.”

“Me, too. I was worried about you. Youw ere pretty asted at the party last night.”

“Yeah, I’m feeling much better now.” He leaned into the boy. Willw a staller by half a foot and built from muscle. He was the kind of guy that always got the girl, leaving terry and his ilk to savor the scraps left over. Perhaps there was a way to revenge himself on both Reese and Will, or at least what Will represented. “You and I have been together for a while now. An I have been making you wait for what you really want, haven’t I?”

Terry walked fingers up the football player’s chest. He followed those fingers with his eyes before looking up into Will’s downturned gaze.

“It’s okay, babe. You said you wanted to wait.”

So it was true. Reese had been teasing him all this time. Terry had to ask himself if he was truly prepared to go through with his plan. Could he actually have sex with a man, even if his body was entirely feminine?

The pulse o the amulet urged him on, lighting his female sex with wonderful and dark urges. Yes, he could fuck a man. He could fuck a man’s brains out and have him begging for more. That’s what bitches like Reese did.

“I think you’ve been waiting long enough. What do you say, big guy? You want to put that cock of your sin something besides your hand for once?”

Will was shocked. His mouth dropped open and he looked truly stupid in that moment.

“Is that a no?”

“No! I mean, no, it’s not a no. Are you serious right now? Do you want to go back to my place?”

“That seems like an awful long way away, and I need it so bad, Will. Why don’t we sneak off into the building over there and you can show me what kind of treat you have for me.”

“Yeah. Fuck yeah. Come on.”

Terry wasn’t sure if Reese ever set foot in the science building on campus, and one could argue she still hadn’t only her flesh had. But she was following Will down a flight of stairs to the lower levels where the sun only fell in broken, slanted rays. He rounded a corner with her, and there was no sunlight left at all. Will had Terry’s hand, pulling him deeper into the bowels of the place, until they came to a boiler room. It was hot and humid and lit only by a red light. Pipes extended from the walls and bent above them like an industrial skeleton. It was seedy and a little dingy, the perfect place for Reese to give up her body to a guy like Will.

As soon as they were inside the boiler room, Will shut the door behind them and pinned Reese against the wall, kissing her. Reese returned his kiss, any hesitation at the awkwardness of the moment gone. Between the heat between reese’s legs and the amulets pulsating urging, terry lost himself in his new body, for an instant not only posing as Reese, but truly becoming her. Not the version of her that existed before, but something new. Someone deeply sexual and manipulative. And oh how it felt!

She struggled with him to free his cock from his gym shorts and the boxers beneath, the kind that clung to his well-chiseled body to keep his dick and balls secure during the workouts. Now theyw ere free, and she could smell the pungent aroma of his sweat. She was kissing him, clawing at him. Her pussy was a bottomless pit of need. She had to have his dick, and so she would.

After their kiss broke, she whispered in his ear, “Fuck me. Hurry.”

He fumbled her miniskirt down and then the plain cotton panties. Her bush was trimmed and neat, a darker blonde than the hair on her head, now golden and dewy with her anticipation. More fumbling from Will as he worked to angle himself into her. While Will worked to find her entrance, Reese lifte dup her top,e xposing her lovely teardrop breasts to him. That seemed to be the only inspiration he needed to get himself positioned correctly. She felt his tip plunge into her. She gasped, clung to him, wrapping her legs around his firm legs.

Terry’s sexual experience had been limited to the orgasms he brought himself. And those were masculine affairs. A build-up brought on by manuals timulation and then an expected, if satisfying, release. This was something else entirely. He felt the lubrication of his pussy and the way Will’s sturdy and thick sex stretched the walls of her canal. There was tension, even a hint of pain as he realized Reese’s hymen was being split, and then a wave of pleasure unlike anything he felt before. Part of it was the glorious use of his feminine sex, yes, but there was something else, something soul-deep and irresistible. It seemed to emanate from the amulet he wore, a soothing, erotic caress of his mind and soul, assuring him this was good and right.

“Oh fuck, baby,” Will groaned. He had her off her feet, holding her up, pinned against the wall. She rocked her hips against him, gripping his dick with her slick walls, riding him in slow gyrations.

“From behind,”s he told him. “I want you to fuck me from behind.”

He released, removing himself from the grip of Reese’s pussy while she spun and plants two hands against a dirty cinderblock wall. She bent, offering a full look at the wet pussy he had invaded already.

“Whata re you waiting for?” Reese growled. “I said ‘fuck me.’”

Will did not need a second invitation. He found her opening again and thrust himself inside her.

“That’s it. Fuck me hard,” she moaned.

His hands found her hips and held them, driving into her. He was slow at first, but picked up speed and strength until the sound of his hips colliding with her easy was a meaty echo in the boiler room.

“Oh fuck, baby, I don’t know how long I can hold out.”

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” she commanded.

“I’m trying,” he gasped.

For the moment, Terry was gone. It was only Reese, a new construct of the girl now trapped in Terry’s body at home. This was the Reese of Terry’s imaginings, cruel and calculating, sexual and domineering. There was no pretending in this moment while Will struggled not to climax and Reese’s tight pussy made that struggle more difficult with every push of his cock. And, again, the amulet assured Reese that this was right and good.

“Oh fuck,” Will hissed, tensed, and blew his load. He withdrew quickly, sending a warm blast across Reese’s ass to avoid cumming inside her.

Reese spun on him, a storm in her eyes. She smacked his broad chest.

“I told you not to cum yet.”

“I couldn’t help it, baby. You are so fucking hot.”

“I know I am. And if you want this pussy again, you start acting like it. When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. If I say ‘don’t cum,’ youd on’t cum you fucking moron!”

“But reese-“

“Don’t give me that pouty bullshit, either. I expect to get off. So get on your fucking knees and eat me out until I do.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said.

He looked like a hurt puppy with his big eyes. That made her smile.

To his credit, he buried his face in her snatch, lapping some of his own fluids from her while he rammed his tongue inside. She smacked the side of his head.

“Slow, you moose. Tease my lips. I’ll tell you when to go deeper.”

With some more scolding, he was able to follow her instructions and tease her, circle her clit until she was alight with new feelings. Every nerve was twitching, shivering. Her hips rolled against his face. She released her grip on his head and stared up at the dusty, cobwebbed ceiling while Will’s tongue guided her to a full-body climax. She shrieked, a cry of defiance and pleasure and victory.

“Did you cum?” he asked, when her panting subsided to mere heavy breathing.

“You are fucking stupid, you know that?”

“Why are you being so mean?” he begged.

“because I finally give up this pussy to you and you act like a boy instead of a man. I’ll expect better next time. You dow ant there to be a next time,d on’t you?”

“God yes.”

“Then do what I say and only what I say. Got it?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

He looked wounded still, so Reese took his cock in hand and used it to pull him close. She leane dup on her heels and kissed him, a passionate kiss filled with promise of things to come.

“Not bad for a start. But it’s just a start.”

He seemed to relax and returned her smile.

“Good boy,” she said, patting his wet dick. “Now I have to meet some girls.”

Sigma Pi sat crookedly at the end of the cul-de-sac. The circle was the sum total of the college’s Greek representation, a handful of sororities and fraternities. It was widely acknowledge that the Sigma Pi house was home to the best-looking and most unattainable of the campus’s female population. The boys at Pi Kappa Delta often partenered with the sorority when parties were thrown, a haven for the upper crust of the male population and fitting companion. If you pledged one or the other, it was generally assumed that you were among the elite on campus.

That was why, Terry presumed, Reese wanted to pledge Sigma Pi, and why he was slinking across campus to meet the girls there. He still carried the pleasant hum of post-coital delight, and there was no mistaking that the amulet was enhancing that pleasure. If he felt any guilt over swapping roles with his sister, the amulet seemed to reassure him that the decision was just. And it felt amazing. While he had never entertained the notion fo being a woman with any seriousness, now that he was nestled snugly in the drop-dead gorgeous frame, he found the idea of leaving it behind an unpleasant one.

Some of the girls were on the porch. It was the day after a party, and so there was refuse everywhere. Cicily and Taylor had their legs propped up on the front porch railing, bloody marys on a table between them as they soaked up the afternoon in their complacent manner. Taylor lowered her sunglasses at the sight of Reese coming across the cul-de-sac. The circle was lined with the cars of the residents of the houses, most of which were hand-me-downs. The Sigma Chi girls boasted more new cars than the others, a function of being Daddy’s Little Girl, one supposed.

“Look at this bitch,” Taylor grinned.

Cicily sat up in her seat and sipped her drink. Sweat rand own the exterior of the glass and dripped onto her exposed belly.

“That’s a look,” she agreed.

Terry took the steps in heels without a second thought. He really was crusiing in these things, and he liked how they made his ass sway when he walked. After the quickie with Will, he was charged, ready for anything. It made this part all the more delicious.

“Hey, Ree,” Taylor said in greeting. “You look like you woke up on the slut side of the bed.”

“Thanks. I thought I would show off a little of what God gave me. It must suck being a flat-chested whore like you.”

Cicily’s drink hit the table with a thunk, the two girls on the porch rgistering the shock of Reese’s words.

“Excuse me?” Taylor replied.

“Stupid and ugly. You have it all. I said that you were aflat-chested whore. And your friend is a spoiled bitch, too. I just dropped by to let you know that I will not be pledging this dumpster fire of a sorority. I don’t need you bitches to get laid, or to know who the fuck I am. You want to rent friends, be my guest, but I don’t need you, this house, or a bunch of whining, egotistical sluts hanging on to me to get whatever scraps I leave them. So, best of luck and fuck you.”

He didn’t wait for further response. The stunned look on the faces of the vapid college girls was enough. He turned and went down the stairs he just climbed, leaving them to absorb his words. And fuck if that didn’t feel good. Getting laid and telling a bunch of brats to fuck off was the perfectw ay to start a day. The only problem was he was horny again, and he wasn’t sure where he would find Will.

He made his way back across campus, his pussy alight with pleasure, the amulet singing in it spulsating manner,f illing his body with a happy, frantic energy that had him amped to do something, anything, so long as he could do it in reese’s borrowed body. It was like takinga car for a test drive and finding it was perfect for you. The only question was where to drive it next.

Reese took some time to acclimate to this new, lanky body. Finally, she managed to steer herself from the house to campus with the help of a bus pass Terry had in his wallet. Riding the bus was degrading, but no more so than being stuck in this greasy male body. Her arms and legs felt too long and her head swam with the hormones rushing through her system. She had never before experienced the urge to simply break something whens he was angry, but testosterone, she found, was a hell of a thing.

Once she made it to campus, she would take some solace in the sorority sisters, maybe tell them what happened. She had to tell somebody, and she was certain her parents were out of the question. Terry was right about that much. Reese had done enough over the years to tarnish his credibility in her favor that claiming Terry stole her body out from under her would not go well. Maybe Cee or Taylor or Ash would believe her. Maybe even have an idea of how to help her.

That’s when she saw her body walking toward her, and that swimmy feeling threatened to cause her to pass out again. Terry, in her body, was strutting around like a total slut, a pleased look on his face. Her face. Shit this got confusing, Reese thought. And then she noticed the amulet bouncing between Terry’s breasts. That had to be it. That stupid olden amulet. Her inner voice insisted there was no such thing as magic amulets, but it was increasing difficult to make that argument when a reedy little dick swung between her legs thanks to Terry’s manipulations. She went for him.

“Terry, give me my body back,” she crowed, running at him.

His smile satisfied smile faded, and then he was on his back, tackled by his sister, now in a male body that had a wiry strength to it he never appreciated as that body’s owner.

“Get off me, you freak,” he growled.

“Give me back my body!” Reese replied.

Her hands clawed at his tits. Now, not his tits, the amulet. She must have figure dit out. Good for her. He didn’t think she was that smart. He pushed her hands away, but she was persistent, pawing until Terry felt the thin gold chain holding the amulet snap.

Again, there was a feeling of being sucked into a vortex, a whirlpool of darkness he was pulled into before ebeing spat out again, this time in his former body. Suddenly, he was looking down at Reese instead of through her eyes, and he fell backward, the amulet in his hand.

“What the fuck?” Reese gasped, cabwalking away from Terry as she put some distance between her and her brother.

“Damnit,” Terry groaned and slammed the earth with the same fist holding the amulet. He looked at Reese with undisguised rage.

“I wasn’t done yet.”

Reese said nothing. She found her feet, kicked off the heels, and ran. Terry didn’t give chase. He would find her again. He even collected the discarded heels so he could return them to his sister. He liked how they felt when he wore them. And he would wear them again. Make no mistake, he thought, this was not the end of his possession of Reese. Only an intermission.

Reese was not yet home when Terry arrived. By bus. In his frustrating, wiry, hateful male body. He hadn’t realized how used to being Reese he had become until he was no longer inside her. He trudged past his parents in the kitchen, upt o his bedroom without a word. He didn’t meant o slam the door when he closed it, but it rattle din the frame and one of the action figures on a shelf near the bedroom door toppled over and onto the floor.

His hand was around the amulet, squeezing it until it cut half-moos into his fingers. There was no way he was going to trick Reese intow earing it again, which meant there was no way he was going to get back in her body. There was an instant when he had the fable dmoment of clarity and understood his desire was that of a junkie. He would do anything to get back inside Reese, and that was not a good thing. But then the memory of being fucked overwhelmed his senses, along with the raw power he felt as Reese.

The lady at the shop said that wearing it yourself wouldn’t work, but then she never would have given him the amulet if she thought the thing was going to work, even Terry knew that. So he had to try it.

He found the broken clasp in the chain and rustled through the desk his now-obsolete computer rested on for a pair of needlenose pliers he used to work on electronics. All it took was a little bend of the soft metal and the chain was repaired. The amulet dangled securely from two fingers. He lifted it up to the light, staring into the green stone, that winked and glimmered like a rpmise yet to be kept.

“Please,” he whispered. “Pleasepleaseplease.”

His neck bent and he placed the amulet around his own neck.

There was the sucking sensation again, a feeling of being drawn out of himself and into the darkness. Only there was no destination, only the black void. No sound, no sensation, only a numbness that threatened to creep into his very soul, to make him nothing at all.

“This is not the way,” a voice hissed. It sounded feminine, but deep and dark, the voice of a oman who knew far too much and had seen more than any should.

“Who are you?”

“Does it matter?” The voice was close, seeming to coil around him, trapping him in the darkness. “If you must, call me Mag.”

“What are you going do to me?”

This was met by laughter, as dark and deep as the voice. It sounded to terry like the laughter of someone who had gone quite mad.

“I am going to grant your wishes. Like a genie. Have I not given you everything already?”

“Are you trapped in the amulet?”

“Nothing traps me, boy. The amulet is merely a conduit. A way for me to touch the mortal world. And to touch a sweet soul like yours. So full of want and desire. It is that desire that gives me power. And you desire so much. I feel it in you. The taste of your sister’s life was not enough, was it?”

Terry hesitated, then decided that it was pointless toa rgue with this ethereal creature who was almost certainly responsible for his transformation into his sister. If she could do that, knowing his true thoughts seemed like a simple feat.

“No. I want more.”

“You want to be her, boy? To live the life of ease and control promised to her? And fo no other reason than she was born with the right set of features. Her beauty can command those around her, seduce and cajole, and all because of the randomness of birth. And you want that, do you?”

“Yes.”

“You would give up your life, your vey body to become someone else?”

“Yes. Is there some way I can keep her from taking back he rbody?”

“Of course there is. And there is a price. There is always a price.”

“What is it?”

“A simple thing. You must forget who you were before. You must believe with all your heart that the body is yours. That you are Reese. If for one instant you can truly believe that her body is yours and was always yours to command, than it shall be yours forever.”

“What about Reese?”

“She will live your life, just as you will live hers.”

“And there’s no way to reverse it?”

“No, my swete boy. You will not remember who you were before. It will be as if your new body was your home all along.”

That feeling of being in coils lessened and was replaced by the nothingness.

“Or you can forget about this and the life that was given to you. The choice is yours.”