The body snatchers - Part 3: On the run

It has been three months now. Three months since I first stumbled in the device. Three months since that first magic night in which I traded bodies with my girlfriend. Three months since I tasted cum for the first time. It seems so long ago. I have almost completely forgotten how my body used to feel. Hell, by now I have almost completely forgotten how being a man feels like at all. I have turned my back to the person I was, not only to my old life but to my former gender as well. And I do not regret it at all, not even for a second.

My girlfriend seems to have done the same, even though she doesn’t mind swapping with a woman every now and then. I don’t really mind it, lesbian sex is fine too. But with time I have basically become addicted to sex with guys, and I found myself constantly eager to have sex with whoever is going to be our next victim.

We have been on the run for two months now. I remember the chaos we caused when we decided to quit with our old lives and become outlaws. We couldn’t just choose someone we knew and steal their bodies forever, so we decided to go to the park and pick a random couple. I found it very fitting since it was there where I found the device. When we got there we couldn’t resist. We had become so vicious with time and we were in such a frenzy that we swapped every single person present in that park. I remember how confused that kid looked when he found himself suddenly trapped in his mother’s body, how that teenage girl shrieked when she saw the fat male body we put herself into, and the terrified look on that guy’s face when he looked down and saw his pregnant belly. It was all so amusing. Finally we chose a couple and ran away with the device leaving behind us a trail of mayhem and confusion.

By now police should have figured out who caused all that mess. Sometimes I can’t help but to think about my family, my old friends, everyone we knew. What must they think of us? It only lasts a moment though, that is all in the past. Now we have a whole new exiting life. Better yet, we can have all the lives we can wish for. All we have to do is point the device and click a button and the world is ours to be taken.

We have become pretty infamous by now, and we are on everybody’s mouths. They call us the Body Snatchers, like in that old movie. We are basically Bonnie and Clyde, only instead of stealing money we steal bodies. We are not satisfied with just stealing them for ourselves however. We like to mess with everyone we meet at random just because we can. Police is afraid to go after us for fear of what we could do to them. We even met people who were able to trace us only to beg us to give them a new body. We are usually happy to satisfy their requests.

These are the last bodies we stole. This time we decided to crush a wedding. I couldn’t resist when I saw this beautiful bride in her white gown, while my girlfriend decided to discard the groom and take the best man instead. Of course we had to mess around a bit with all the guests as well. The bride’s father will have a lot to get used to now that he is trapped in the flower girl’s body, and even though the bridesmaid was completely freaked out I’m sure she will eventually grow to love the DJ’s body I put her into.

This is amazing. I feel so free. I love to ride this motorcycle clinging to my new man’s muscular arms. God I can’t wait to get fucked by him. She choose a great body as usual. And she is riding this motorcycle like a pro even though I know she would have been terrified by it back at home when we were still ourselves. The first few weeks we didn’t even realize it since we used to swap bodies just for a quick fuck, but the device gives you also the skills of the person you swap bodies with. The possibilities are endless. We are unstoppable.

Now we will find some place to rest and enjoy our new bodies for a while. Then we will have to take off again to our next stop in our romantic run. We have been across half of the country by now and who knows where we will end up next. There are a few thoughts that excite my imagination. I really wonder how it would be like to be the first lady.

Happy forever

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Well, here it is. The most important day of my sister’s life. And kind of a big deal for me as well. God, she’s so beautiful. Just looking at how gorgeous she is in her white dress fills my heart with glee. I think I may cry again, like I did at the ceremony. I’ll admit it is at least liberating to feel free to show my emotion. I can’t imagine how hard it would have been to act all stoic if I were still a guy. Plus now that I’m a girl I get to be closer to her than I ever could have as a man. It still sounds all so incredible. Not only my little sister has married, but I am her maid of Honor.

The weeks leading up to this day were quite stressful for both of us. Sure, she had a lot more to deal with than me, but for me this day represents the day I finally embrace my newfound femininity. If anybody had told me just a month ago I would have dressed up all pretty and feminine in a wonderful dress, and worn high heels, and got to the hair saloon, and all that stuff, I would have called bullshit on that. Despite the fact that Second Puberty had changed my body forever I was not ready to just accept it and embrace my new life as a woman, and if possible I would have gladly kept living as a guy ignoring my transformed body.

But when my sis asked me to be her maid of honor there was no way I could have turned down that offer, no matter what accepting would have implied. She has always been by my side ever since we were kids, and when I was diagnosed with Second Puberty she has helped me coping with the changes since day one. For her I would have done just about everything, even coming to terms with my new identity. And I could not be happier about my decision.

As strange as it all still feels, it is great to be a woman. Now I finally understand it. I feel… beautiful! It is weird to admit it, but this is the happiest I’ve ever been in a long long while. And not just because I’m happy for my sister. It just feels so good to finally be at ease with who I have become. I love how gorgeous I look, how people look at me. And how that guy is ogling me up. He has had his eyes all over me ever since I stepped into the church. Now, I may not be an expert in these kind of matters, but I think he’s totally into me. I know I should probably be more unsettled by this, but actually I don’t mind it in the slightest. Maybe I will let him invite me on the dance floor. The maid of honor should not just stand in a corner while everybody is having fun. I mean, it’s not like I have to hook up with him or anything. Even though I may not mind that either. After all it will come a time when I will have to truly experience femininity. Why not do it in what is most likely going to go down as the happiest day of my life?

A fitting dress

As Stephan entered the tailor shop he remained a bit surprised when he found a woman sitting at the desk.

<<Oh! Good morning ma’am…>>

<<Good morning sir. How can I help you?>>

<<Well I was looking for Emilio.>>

<<Emilio has retired. Now I’m the one in charge here. I’m Mrs. Reed.>>

<<Nice to meet you. I came here for a tailor-made suit but I guess since Emilio doesn’t work here anymore I better be going.>>

<<And why would you do that? I will make your suit. You don’t think I’m capable?>>

<<Well of course it’s not that! It’s just that I see that there are only dresses in this shop so I assumed…>>

<<Don’t be silly. It’s true that I specialize in dresses, but I’m more than capable of making a suit. Now enough with the nonsense and follow me.>>

<<Well ok then. Thank you Mrs. Reed.>>

<<Please just call me Emily.>>

The woman Lead Stephan to the adjacent room and made him stand in front of several mirrors. Then she took off a measuring tape from a drawer.

<<So, what’s the event? An elegant dinner? A business meeting?>>

<<Well it’s my marriage actually.>>

<<That’s wonderful! I love marriages! Congratulations!>>

<<Thanks. My father recommended me this place. Emilio made his groom suit years ago.>>

<<Well then, I guess it is now my time to shine. I’ll make you look stunning for your special day! Now relax, I need to measure your shoulders.>>

Stephan suddenly started to feel dizzy. It was like he was suddenly unable to focus, and was following the woman’s instructions like in some sort of trance.

<<Oh my. 20 inches wide. You’re pretty buff. Do you work out?>>

<<W… well yes actually. I… I’m sorry I feel like my head is spinning…>>

<<Oh dear! It is probably too hot in here. I’m sorry. You will feel better soon don’t worry. Now strip honey. I need to start.>>

<<What? You’ll make the suit right now?>>

<<Of course! I’m that good! They always say to me that my abilities are almost unearthly!>> chirped the woman.

Stephan found all that rather strange. But for some reason he couldn’t disobey her. So he stripped and stood there to the mercy of that weird woman. A tingling sensation started to go through his body, starting from his shoulders.

<<Let me measure your shoulder one more time. Well would you look at that. Apparently I was mistaken. They are actually 16 inches wide. I guess my mind is pulling some tricks on me.>> she said laughing.

Stephan was now completely confused and almost unable to reply. The woman kept measuring him.

<<5’’6’ feet tall. You’re rather short. When you came through that door you seemed taller. Now tell me, are you excited? I bet you’ve been dreaming the day of your marriage since you were a child.>>

The woman wrapped the measuring tape around Stephan torso. He couldn’t notice, but his pecs had started to soften and two molds of flesh started to develop on his chest. Meanwhile his body hair had started to disappear all over his body. <<36 inches. Perfect!>> commented the woman, releasing Stephan new breasts from the grip of the tape.

<<Well… actually I don’t remember ever dreaming about it.>>

<<Really?! That’s unusual. It is rather common for little girls to dream about the day of their marriage.>>

“Little girls?” thought Stephan confused, but as soon as he tried to realize what was wrong with that sentence he felt strange memories flow through his head.

<<Y… Yeah you’re right. I’ve always dreamed about how my marriage would have been like. It… It’s going to be perfect!>>

<<Be assured that it will be perfect. And most importantly you will have a wonderful dress. I think I’ll make it sleeveless. It will highlight this beautiful neck of yours.>>

In that moment Stephan skin started to become softer and brighter, and all the muscle in his arms and shoulders shrunk, leaving behind a frail figure. His hair turned brown and started to grow down past his shoulder.

<<Now to the waist. You have a really nice figure. 26 inches. You’re basically a model.>> kept commenting the woman. Stephan hips started to widen, wrapped in the measuring tape, while his now smooth legs started to elongate, becoming toned and sexy. <<And here we have 37 inches. You really have a stunning physique!>>

<<T… thanks.>> answered Stephan with a female voice. The guy who had entered the shop had almost completely transformed by that moment, and to his place was standing a beautiful young woman. He wasn’t aware of any of those changes. In fact his new body felt strangely natural. Finally his manhood started to shrink and retreat inside his groin.

<<Now why don’t you tell me something about your significant other?>> continued the woman while taking out some white fabric form the drawers. <<What’s his name?>>

<<J… Joanna.>> stuttered Stephan uncertain.

<<Joanna?! That’s a rather strange name for a groom.>> said the woman while wrapping the fabric around Stephan figure. As soon as it touched his skin it started to morph, shaping itself into a white dress.

<<J… John! I mean John! I’m so lucky to become his wife. He’s so sweet, and considerate, and gorgeous…>>

<<I bet he is. I’m almost done here sweetie. Just let me measure the train. I’ll make you look like a princess!>>

Stephan suddenly felt relieved of the dizziness that had enveloped him until that moment. He looked down and saw the beautiful dress he was wearing, the white fabric perfectly wrapped around his new feminine figure, highlighting his perfect forms. He turned around to look at how long the train was, making his new long air wave and brush against his dainty shoulders. He couldn’t help but smile wholeheartedly. He really felt like a princess.

The woman stood up and took a few steps back to contemplate her work.

<<Yeah… I think we’re done now… this really is one of my best works! Look!>> she said while turning Stephan around to make him face the mirror.

As he saw his reflection he gasped, stunned by how beautiful he looked. He smiled and felt tears almost fill his eyes.

<<It’s perfect! It’s just like I’ve always dreamt it!>>

<<Well it still needs a couple of adjustments but do not worry, it will be ready in a couple of days. John will be amazed when he’ll see you walk down the aisle on the great day. I’m sorry, can you repeat me your name?>>

<<Stephanie. My name is Stephanie.>>

<<Of course. Sorry for that. Well now you can slip off that dress. I’m sure you will have plenty to organize for your special day. Rest assured that you will make a truly gorgeous bride.>> she said while handing him a dress and a pair of high heels which Stephan immediately recognized as his.

<<Thank you so much! You made me really happy! It’s true what they say. Your skills really are magical!>>

<<Just my job honey. Now go. I’ll see you soon.>> replied the woman smiling.

She stood by the door, watching the new girl head down the street, greeting her with a happy smile. She then went back inside, took Stephan’s old clothes and threw them in the garbage can. She sat at the desk and sighed. Sometimes she felt kinda guilty when she used her magic like that. What right did she have to mess with people’s life? But that lasted just a moment. She knew that she had just brought joy in the heart of a bride. The fact that she used to be a man wasn’t important as long as she would have been happy on her special day. She smiled.

Suddenly a teenage boy came through the door.

<<How can I help you young man?>>

<<G… Good morning Ma’am. I may have come to the wrong place. I was searching for a suit to rent for the prom.>>

The woman smiled both maliciously and tenderly.

<<Well here we sell tailor-made clothes but don’t worry, I’m sure I will find something fitting for you. Please, come in honey.>>