New Body Swap Story - Part One

I don't have a title yet, but a sexy idea struck and so I chased it. Here's the first part:

Terry felt a surge of rage. The game controller nearly flew from his hand, but he hissed a curse and threw it on the ground instead. He threw a spindly leg over the side of the bed and stretched. It would be time for class soon and he had to fight for some shower time with his sister. She could be heard already talking loudly on the phone with one of her vapid friends. Terry wasn’t sure how one evolved into being a bitch, but Reese made that leap some time ago in high school. Now in her college years, she had embraced and perfected her coolly dismissive attitude towards anything she deemed not worth her time.

From the bits and pieces he could pick up on the phone, Reese was pledging a sorority and had mapped out already all the ways she would come to dominate that space, too. Queen Reese, who had led the cheer team in high school and dated her share of college boys even then. Her reign would extend into her young adulthood. Terry was pretty sure she’d find some guy set to be a doctor or lawyer, fuck his brains out, and become one of this wealthy suburban women who complain about how the tennis court is clay and not grass.

Terry had no such agenda. He’d barely scraped by in high school, making good grades while being a social misfit. Where Reese could talk to anyone, most of whom were disarmed by her natural beauty, Terry was awkward and seemed to be made of all angles. He was thin and pale, given to days spent playing games or drawing comics in his sketchbook. Reese was tan and fit and blessed with a body that was too buxom to be a model, but not quite pornographic. She was an object of desire with a chaste and untouchable quality that made the boys chase after her all the more for her disinterest.

Terry believed she was still a virgin given the conversation overheard one afternoon where Reese complained about how her boyfriend was constantly trying to get her to give int o his sexual advances, but reese resisted. She wanted it, she said, to be special.

Terry would take it however he could get it. He’d never had an actual girlfriend. It was difficult not to dislike his sister, and not just because she was self-involved and selfish. It was because everything came so easy to her. The world seemed to bend toward her whims, as if she was tapped at birth, made one of the special ones straight from the womb. While Terry made great grades, he was iven the obligatory pat on the head. Reese was a middling student, but excelled in all the social areas where Terry was deficient,a nd was showered with praise and rewards. She was the one who got a little convertible as a graduation present. Terry received a new game console and an IRA to start him on the road to financial responsibility.

Frustrated anew by the poor performance in his last round of gaming and the sound of Reese chatting away without a care in the world, reese turned to his books. He supposed when one was desperate, one would believe anything. And Terry believed in magic. A real kind, the kind that might somehow make his life better. He had dozens of books on the subject, and tried any number of spells with mixed results. He supposed that things might have worked out the same whether the spells were cast or not. But, there was a new store opening up, a place with ne wbooks and crystals and all that wiccan stuff he liked. He might not be going to the sorority house while rose petals were cast before him, but he could have a little fun at least.

Raven saw the kid come in and immediately head to the back stacks for a look at the boks. She was still unpacking, laying out some curios that would add to the ambience of the place. Stuffed crows and jars of porcupine spines, the kind of shit people really liked to buy a sgifts for the weird friends in their lives. Raven could relate. She was generally one of those weird friends. In fact, she mused, the magnified dissected worm under glass might have been a gift if she remembered correctly.

“Hey,” she called back, leaning over the counter to see the kids backside. He half-turned and waved and mumbled a hello. Shy kid, just like she had been. She went back to the unpacking while the kid browsed the books.

Terry liked the place already. It had a weird smell, and the fact that he was the only person in here this afternoon suggested that it might be a place meant for people like him. The botched and the bungled, nietzcshe called them, those folks who never quite fit in with the rest of the world. And yet, they could find community with one another. He supposed that’s what made a true subculture – a bunch of freaks who have each other, if not the love and respect of the rest of the world.

He was vaguely aware of the tall goth worker at the counter, ducking her gaze on the way in. She was tall and attractive, a little lean, and her long legs were amazing in fishnets. She was exactly the kind of woman who ought to be operating a curio and occult story, down to the spiderweb tat peeking out from the collar of her black sequined top. He was surprised when she spoke from behind him. Apparently boots with chunky heels were quiet on the industrial carpet.

“You need help finding anything?”

Terry stood up straight and turned. The woman was right there, looking down at him. She had four inches at least on him, which would have put her around six feet.

“No, I was just looking. Books and stuff.”

She smirked, which made her pretty face sly and curious. Her nose was a little long, her face thin, frame dby shaggy jet black hair. With thick eyeliner and thin, dark-painted lips, she could have been the model for a witch’s Halloween costume. The sexy kind.

“We have lots of those. If you need something, you let me know, okay?”

She started to turn away, and Terry drank in her long legs before he decided to speak.

“You have anything in the way of… well, revenge spells?”

He blushed at the asking. He did not regret it, though. If he could find the magic equivalent of itching powder, something that would really get under Reese’s skin and knock her down a peg or two, that would be lovely.

“What kind of revenge?” The woman’s smoky eyes narrowed.

“Nothing too terrible. Just, like, irritating and annoying.”

Her eyes opened again and she smiled. Terry liked that smile.

“Good. We don’t do death around here. My name’s Raven.”

She extended a hand and Terry took it, accepting the two fast pumps from Raven.

“Tell me all about your intended victim and we’ll see if we can’t come up with something fun.”

And he did. He told Raven about all the crimes, small and large, committed against him by his sister. More, he told her how unfairly the universe tilted toward his sister. And when he was done, Raven nodded, tapping her dimpled chin with a long finger.

“I think I have just the thing. It’s an outside shot at it even working.” She moved through the shop, winding around the aisles of books to the shlves of curios and jewelry. It was on a top shelf that she found it. A simple gold amulet. It was shaped in a sort of a crescent moon with a pentagram affixed to the inside of the moon’s curve, a simple green jewel set in the center of the pentagram. The amulet was small enough not to call too much attention to itself, but there was something ominous about it, even before Raven handed it to Terry. He held the amulet in the palm of his hand, the matching gold chain dangling and swaying. Staring into the green eye of the hing made him feel lightheaded, but sort of good, too. A pleasant trance that was broken by Raven.

“It’s supposed to be very powerful, so I want you to be careful with it. But it might do the trick.”

“What’s it do?”

Raven shrugged. “Maybe nothing. But it’s supposed to allow you to see how the wearer lives. Maybe if you get to walk a virtual mile in your sister’s shoes, maybe you can understand her a little better.’

“Like seeing the world through her eyes.”

“I think that’s the gist of it. It just came into the shop. The only thing I know is that it has to be worn by the person who is the target. If you wear it, it doesn’t do anything. Maybe make you look fancy, I guess.”

It took some effort to tear his eyes away from the green stone. It appeared to wink and turn in the light, tugging him down into it. And it felt very good. Terry realized he was undeniably aroused, his cock not quite at full mast. He hoped the attractive Goth store owner didn’t notice.

“How much does it cost. I don’t have-“

Raven cut him off with a raised hand. “Tell you what. You tell me if it works and we’ll call it even. And you have to buy a book. One amulet, free with purchase. As long as you don’t mind being my magical guinea pig.”

“Yeah, sure,” he grinned, “I can do that.”

The muscle car growled when it came to a stop in front of Sigma Pi. Some of the girls inside peeked out the window to get a look at the car making that rumble. What they saw was Reese in the passenger seat, leaned over to kiss her boyfriend. Will was a slab of beef masquerading as a man, a hunk of muscle with dark hair and an easy smile. He was the kind of guy who would go far in life on charm alone, and would have to work hard to keep his toned body from turning into flab.

Here, in his prime, he was taking a stab at cupping one of Reese’s ripe breasts beneath her sunny yellow top. Reese slapped his hand away.

“Not so fast. I told you some things are worth waiting for. And I promise I’ll be one of those things. You keep your hand from the danger zones and your dick in your pants for a little while longer, and I guarantee you you’ll be happy you did.”

Will blushed with a hint of embarrassment. The all-consuming horniness was more responsible for the color in his cheeks. He wanted Reese badly, and seeing her peel off the passenger seat in her lavender skirt, her full ass just inches away from him, he entertained fantasies of his face buried in her pussy from this angle, tasting that sweet peach while she moaned and ran fingers through his hair.

“Be back at seven for the party, okay?”

“Huh?” he replied, shaking loose those erotic images.

“Seven. Be here, you moose. Or I just might have to find some other football player to take care of me.”

“Don’t worry, abbe, I’ll be here,” Will promised.

He revved the engine and was gone while Reese watched the rear end of his car shrink.

“You give it up to that poor man yet?” Taylor asked, leaning on the railings of the sorority house’s wide front porch.

“Nope,” Reese laughed. “He’s almost ready, but he needs to cook a little longer. He still thinks he’s in charge. Once he knows who – and what-“ she said, patting her pussy, “-is in charge, he gets a sample. But not until then.”

“You are one mean bitch,” Cicily joined in.

“That’s why you love me,” Reese teased, mounting the steps to the porch.

As soon as she crested the last step, one of the other pledges, a pretty redhead named Kaley, handed her a cold beer in a can.

“Let the party start,” she enthused after a long pull from the can.

“Just wait until you’re moved in next year, slut. You are going to be dangerous,” Taylor said.

“I’m going to be running this place. Sorority president by senior year or bust.”

“I’d believe it. You have that Sigma Pi attitude.” This from Jae, a light-skinned black girl wearing a pale blue bodysuit that showed off her luscious curves. “You know what you want and aren’t afraid to go get it.”

“What I want right now is another beer. If I get drunk enough, I might even fuck Will tonight.”

The girls of Sigma Pi looked on with feigned shock.

“Nah,” Reese finished. “He needs to need it, not just want it. When he needs it, he’s mine.”

There were cheers at that, and more drinking. It would be a long night.

The next morning came early. She remembered someone talking about the tin line between Saturday night and Sunday morning, and she was squarely in the latter camp now. The sun was too bright, the creaks of the house and sounds of her parents making breakfast too loud. Even her skin felt like it was on too tight. She pressed fingers to her temples as she rolled onto her back. It hurt to think. But he4r folks were talking away and she could smell the lure of bacon. Maybe a bellyful of greasy breakfast foods would put her on the path to recovery. She would need to shower first, try to keep the smell of alcohol from giving away her good time from the night before.

She sat up and saw the strange necklace on her bedside table beside the clock. There was a note, a small bit of folded paper, wedged under it and she took this and unfolded it.

Reese-

Sorry if I was a pain. I really hope we can get along better. I saw this in a shop and thought you might like it.

Love,

Your Brother

Sometimes, your eyes can’t roll up enough to convey appropriate disdain. And yet, looking at the amulet and the green stone set in the center of it, it was interesting. Not exactly pretty, but eye-catching. And resting above her cleavage, it would get eyes where she liked them – on her. This didn’t mean she was accepting her brother’s apology or anything, but it was nice to know he was thinking of her. If he spent a little more time paying attention to how Reese could be normal and less time doing his weird wiccan bullshit, Terry might make something of himself.

She aimed for the shower across the hall she shared with Terry. His door was still closed,s o she didn’t worry about her tee-and-panties sleepwear. And her parents’ bedroom was downstairs, so she and the little jerk had the upstairs to themselves. She padded across the hall, barely aware that the amulet swung from her hand by the thin gold chain.

It rested on the faux marble vanity while she showered, rinsing away some of the ache in her head. She wasn’t quite normal when the shower was done, but she was closer than she had been on waking. Before putting on the aqua top, she slid into a clean pair of cotton panties and pulled her blonde hair back in a ponytail. She nagled her face, checking her skin for flaws, of which she could fin none. She really was a looker, and she knew how to use that to her advantage. High cheekbones, pale blue eyes, a pert nose, and pouty lips. And that was before you got to her D-cups, thin waist, and peach of an ass. Maybe her thighs were a little thick, but that only added to her sensuality in her estimation.

She reached for the amulet, receiving a pleasant jolt when her fingers touched its surface. She dipped her head to place the amulet around her neck and then regarded herself again in the mirror, enjoying the way the gold set against her bare, tan skin.

The world spun, as if she were being sucked down a drain and whipped helplessly around the vortex until she disappeared from the world entirely. There was a moment of blackness, a void that threatened to claim her, and then there was light again.

She’d fallen to the ground somehow. Maybe that hangover had gotten the better of her after all. Only she wasn’t in the bathroom anymore. She looked at the band posters on the walls, the fantasy drawings, the pentagrams and dice used for stupid role-playing games. She was in Terry’s room somehow.

And staggering to her feet, she nearly swooned again. She was taller than she normally was. And her body was different. Her hand leaped to her crotch where she felt a dick. An actual, balls-included dick!

“Oh no,” she mumbled, and heard not her voice but Terry’s.

A mirror hung on the back of his bedroom door and reese rushed to it, finding herself staring back at her brother’s pimple-marked reflection.

“What the actual fuck?” she gasped.

Terry staggered, but kept his feet. The weight of his body was all wrong. He had felt his soul – his actual human essence – yanked from his body, through some kind of oblivion, and now he was someone else. One look in the mirror told him the amulet worked. That was impossible. But there was no denying the fact he was staring at his sister’s body. His hands ran down the feminine arms, over the taut belly and over his big tits. Not only was her flesh his now, it was intensely erotic to be in the body of a young woman with this kind of beauty. Reese’s sister was gorgeous, which meant now he was gorgeous.

A tentative finger slipped under the waist of the white panties to test his new inward-bent genitalia. He was rewarded by a spark that lit his body all over. He’d orgasmed hundreds of times as a man, and now he was infinitely curious how that might feel as a woman. His body practically begged him to find out.

But there was other work to be done. He had not bothered with the amulet to simply hijack his sister’s body and give it a test spin. No, if one were to go to this kind of trouble, one must have a plan. And his plan was a simple one. He would ruin Reese’s life. She would know what it was like to be an outcast, to be the one in the family his parents looked down on. The one who was barely spoken to at the dinner table. His thoughts of revenge were rewarded by another pleasantly erotic hum through his body. It seemed like the source of it was the amulet around his neck, the vehicle which allowed him to pilot his buxom sister’s body.

Reese had a top all picked out for the day, but he didn’t much care for the loose fit of it. If he was going to control this body, he was going to show it off. He would let the world see what a slut his siter truly was. He hopped across the hallway clad only in the panties, aware of the movement of his chest. He gripped his new boobs to keep them still while he slipped into Reese’s room and into her closet.