The wave - Story 1

Thank god! Home finally! Now I just need to get my phone and… Wooah! Holy shit that was close! Goddamit! I just can’t get a grip of this body! It feels so… different. My whole center of balance is different, I can’t even walk straight! Plus I have these… weights hanging from my chest. They feel so weird. It is unsettling how much they bounce and wiggle with every move I make. It doesn’t help that this swimsuit doesn’t sustain them at all. God it’s so disturbing! These breasts, these hips, the emptiness in my crotch. I’m a teenage girl! It seems impossible, but that’s what I am now!

Calm down! Don’t panic! There must be an explanation to this. And if there’s an explanation, there must be also a way to turn back, right? Ok, focus now George! What do you know about what happened? Well, all I know is that I was swimming peacefully with Molly when that sudden wave washed upon us, and then… I was this girl! That’s insane! How could a simple wave do this? Well, however that happened it looked like whoever was in the water when the wave struck ended up swapping body with someone else. There was so much chaos on the beach, everybody screaming and flailing. And neither Molly nor my body where anywhere to be found. Despite how confused and scared I was I had to do something, but I had no idea of what I should have done!

I decided to give priority to finding my wife before my body. Whatever had just happened to us we would at least have dealt with it together. But it was impossible to find anybody with all that turmoil, and I didn’t even know how to find her if she had swapped with someone else as I did. The best idea I came up with was to get back here where I left my phone before heading to the beach this morning and try to get to her via phone call. She’s a smart woman after all, she knows that she could have tried to find me at this number. Let’s see… no missed calls! Dammit! What do I do now? I can try calling her, but what if a stranger answers me instead of her? What good would that be? Calm down! I’ve got to stay calm! Soon all that chaos will get authorities’ attention, and maybe then I will be able to at least track down Molly and my body. I’m sure everything will be back to normal in no time! But what if it won’t? Am I really stuck as a teenage girl forever? No! This can’t be! There must be a way out of this!

Alternate realities - New weapons

Bringing back my Alternate Realities series for a caption inspired by an Anonymous suggestion. I actually took quite some liberties with the idea, but I hope you'll like it :)

Anthony exited the bathroom caressing his knuckles. That last blow really hurt his hand, even though not nearly as much as it hurt that nerd. He usually preferred to avoid using violence that way. Punches leave marks, and marks get you in trouble, and he could not afford another suspension if he wanted to pass that school year. But that looser really pushed his luck when he stood up to his bullying, so he had to teach him a lesson. And Anthony was positive he would not have made any trouble from that day on. He had just reaffirmed his authority, and his peers would have kept fearing him.

Some people bully because they are insecure, others because they are misunderstood, and others because they have troubles at home. Anthony did not really belong to any of these categories. He did it because he enjoyed it. He liked to feel powerful, and to be feared, and to use his strength to get people weaker than him to do whatever he wanted. He was almost villainous in his behavior, a caricature of your typical school bully, and he was more or less despised by everybody in the school, but he did not care for that. He did not wished to be liked. He wasn’t looking for friends in school anyway.

He sat down waiting for the bell to ring, when his head started to feel dizzy. It was like the environment around him was twisting and turning, and his limbs went numb, and his body felt weird. He sensed something brush against his shoulders and the back of his neck, and he felt strangely weak and frail, and somehow weirdly exposed. His head soon stopped to spin, but those weird sensation didn’t go away. On the contrary, now that he could focus again those alien feelings felt much more vivid. He looked down at himself and saw long toned bare legs, dainty hands with polished nails, and long way hair cascading down his shoulder and over two mounds protruding on his chest. <<What the...?>> he attempted to say, only to immediately fall silent again as he heard a feminine voice come out of his mouth.

Confused and overturned he started to shake and freak out, almost on the verge of screaming in terror, when a voice suddenly made him snap out of that state of panic. <<Are you all right Anya?>>. He turned around confused to see a cute blondie looking down at him concerned. Was she talking to him? <<Come on, we have class.>> the girl continued, and then grabbed him by the arm and made him rise up. Anthony almost felt like he was about to fall over due to his different center of balance, and before he could even realize it had been lead into the class and to a desk. He realized that that was his desk, and that he was sitting in his usual class at the usual place like nothing was off, and yet while the environment looked more or less the same as usual beside some minor differences, everybody around him was different. It took him a while before he realized what was wrong. The boys and girls around him were not just strangers. They looked like some weird gender-flipped version of his peers. Could that be it? Did he somehow stepped into some kind of alternate dimension where everybody was the opposite gender? Had he just become… a girl? It was far too weird to believe, and yet he could not deny that those breasts hanging from his chest, and that tight pink dress he was wearing, and the smooth legs he had crossed automatically in a very feminine way thanks to the emptiness down in his crotch, all felt disturbingly real.

Too scared and confused to even question what was happening around him, he went through the rest of the school day basically on autopilot, almost in a state of trance, while the blonde girl kept dragging him along never shutting her mouth. She just kept chatting, and gossiping, and it seemed like every time she talked she had something mean to say about their peers. He could not pay attention to any of what she was saying, too distracted by the hair constantly falling in front of his face, and doing his best to not swing his hips left and right with every step he took. He kept trying to figure out how he ended up like that, and how to possibly reverse it, but he never was quite the brilliant type, and so all he could do was keep going along with it, too scared and dazed to escape that situation.

It took him a while to accept that somehow that had become his new reality. For weeks he tried to figure out what had caused that transformation, and even thought it all could have been some elaborate revenge scheme by one of the nerd kids he had bullied in the past. The worst part was discovering that despite not having any real memory of his life as a girl, somehow it was like years of feminine gestures and behavior were imprinted in his muscular memory, and he found out that he was acting like a girl against his will. It was so weird, so different from what it was used to. He had spent basically all his life trying to be the manliest of men, and now he could not help but act like a total sissy. He hated it, but soon he started to get strangely into it, and discovered that there was actually quite some fun to have even as a girl.

Even though now that he was a girl there was no way he could have gone back to bully the school losers with his superior physical strength like he used to, he found out that beside his gender very little had actually changed from his reality. He in fact soon learned that he still was the school bully, and that all of his peers still feared him. He simply now had different weapons to use against those losers. He had discovered the power of words, and how a slander or a mean word used at the right time could actually hurt people just as much as fists, if not more. He discovered the power of beauty, and how a cute face could manipulate people to do whatever he wanted much more effectively than intimidation. But most importantly of all he discovered the amazing feeling of being popular. As a guy he was feared, but not liked by anyone, while now no matter how mean and hated he would get, he would keep being one of the most popular girl in school. All the girls wanted to be her, and all the guys wanted her. It was a weird thought, but a pretty appealing one as well, and to his surprise he did not mind at all the feeling of being desired. He was actually quite eager to find out what his new body was actually capable of doing besides getting guys to do whatever he wished.

Live fast

<<Wohoo!!!>>

<<Fuck yeah! We made it!>>

<<Oh man! This is amazing!>>

<<So, how does Becky’s body feel?>>

<<It feels amaziiiiing!!!>>

The girl screamed her joy to the top of her lungs as she firmly grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. Her boyfriend to her side smiled pleased, and then started to push on the gas pedal, making the engine of his flaming sport car roar as they took off into the night at incredible speed. Behind them, back at the club, their former bodies were screaming and flailing after them, but they were already too far for them to be heard. It was done. Fred and George had succeeded. The remote worked perfectly. They now had Chad and Becky’s bodies, and in their plan those would have become their new bodies for the rest of their lives.

Fred was actually quite surprised at George’s enthusiasm for his new body. He still had to process the fact that his best friend turned out to be gay, but he didn’t really mind that. On the contrary, that was perfect actually. He would have stolen the body of the captain of the football team, while George would have become Becky, his girlfriend and captain of the cheerleader squad. They were now the most popular guy and girl in school, and they were leaving their lives as losers behind them, while Chad and Becky would have been trapped inside their bodies forever. It was perfect!

George took a peak under Becky’s… his dress. He run his dainty hand over his panties, and was amazed at the feeling of an empty crotch and of a slit laying just below the silk fabric. It felt so weird to not be a guy anymore, but he was also incredibly thrilled. Never in his life did he imagine that he would have one day had the possibility to become an actual girl, but now that it happened he was on seventh heaven, and couldn’t wait to try his new body out. He looked at his friend and bit his lips. Chad had always been an asshole to them, but he had to admit that he was a pretty hot guy, and he couldn’t wait to find out what he was packing down there. He felt a warm sensation down in his groin at the mere thought of that. Fred was just as eager to try his new body out, especially considering that he always had a crush on Becky. Not surprising actually, she was the most beautiful and desired girl in the whole school, and now she was his. It was strange to think that that stunning beauty was actually his best friend, but what difference did that make? He would have had a gorgeous boyfriend with the personality of his best friend! Isn’t it what all guys dream?

The two thieves would have though later about what they would have done once their old bodies would have started going around claiming their actual bodies had been stolen. Now all they wanted to do was to find a place where to park the car and have sex as soon as possible. Fred pushed the gas pedal even harder, and George’s new blond hair blown in the wind. They both laughed euphorically. That was the first days of their new lives, and they were about to make the best out of it.

Alternate realiteis: Prom night

Based on an Anonymous suggestion :)

Daniel looked at himself in the mirror. He looked so awkward and uncomfortable in that tuxedo, and he felt so stiff. But more than his clothes, what really was making him look so tense and unease was the fact that he kept thinking with apprehension at the night that was awaiting him. That was it! That was the night! He felt it in the bottom of his heart. After years he finally mastered the courage to invite his long time crush to the prom, and she said yes. He would have spent that night dancing and being intimate with the prettiest girl in class, and who knew, if things went the right way, maybe that would have finally been the night when he would have lost his virginity. He didn’t want to fuck it up, but the more he kept thinking about it, the tenser and more uncomfortable he was getting.

He needed to wash his face to snap out of that state of mind, so he headed to the bathroom, only to find it occupied. Why did his stupid brother have to have such bad timing? He needed to hurry up and go pick up his prom date. He didn’t want to arrive late and make a bad impression to her parents. He took a deep breath to calm down, but as he did so everything in front of him became blurry and confused for an instant, and when that strange feeling of dizziness and confusion went away, he started to feel strange. He snapped out of that state of trance as he heard the door unlock, but was even more confused to see a pretty teenage girl come out of the bathroom. He was sure that it was his brother occupying the bathroom, who even was that chick? She looked at him and checked him out from head to toe, and then she said <<Amazing dress sis.>>, only to then go her way to his brother room. Sis?! What the hell was happening?!

He looked down at himself, and was surprised when he saw flocks of long hair fall in front of his eyesight. But what really overturned him was to find a pair of breasts hanging from his chest, tightly wrapped in a long salmon dress. Dress? Breasts?! He rushed inside the bathroom, almost stumbling on the high heels he realized he was wearing, and as he looked at himself in the mirror his heart skipped a beat as he saw a cute girl staring back at him in disbelief from the reflection.

Shocked and confused he rushed back to his room, only to find it completely changed, furnished and decorated just like a teenage girl’s room would have been. He grabbed a purse he found laying on the bed, and rummaged through it, and finally he found a student ID. He recognized the face in the pic as the same girl he saw in the mirror, and then looked at the name. Danielle Brown. Brown… that was his mother’s second name. What did that mean?

He exited the room unsure and trembling, and was actually surprised to discover how easily he could walk on those heels now that he wasn’t trying to run with them on anymore, and how natural overall that female body he was now inhabiting felt. He looked around and realized that the house for the most part looked almost exactly the same as his own, the only major difference being the photos on the wall depicting a family he never seen before, and that yet looked weirdly familiar. He went down the stairs and into the living room, where he found a man and a woman waiting.

<<Danielle! What are you doing here? What about your descent down the staircase? Didn’t you want us to photograph you as you came down?>>

<<Let her be Marla, she probably has just changed her mind. You know how whimsical teenage girls can be. You look stunning my princess.>>

<<Yeah. Look how our little girl has grown. I can’t believe it.>>

Who were those people? Why did that woman looking at her on the verge of tears reminded him somehow of his father? And why did that man have the same eyes as his mother?

Suddenly he heard a car pull up in the front yard.

<<Ah! It must be Martin! Oh I’m so excited!>>

Who was Martin? The woman opened the door, and a tall handsome guy dressed in a tuxedo stepped inside. Their eyes met, and the guy jolted for a second.

<<W… wow! You look beautiful Danielle.>>

The following minutes felt for Daniel like he was in some kind of dream. The guy approaching him and giving him a tender kiss on the cheek, the trip in the car to the school, the moment they stepped inside the gym animated by soothing music and a crowd of teenage couple dancing. It took him a while to put all the pieces together, and even when he finally realized that for some reason he was now in a reality where everyone was of the opposite gender, and that he was a teenage girl being taken out on her prom night, he was just too shocked to do anything to avoid the situation, and just let his date lead him through the night. And as time went by, it all started to feel more and more natural, like that was the only reality he had never known. Like that was how things were supposed to be.

It felt so good to be embraced by that guy’s strong arms, being conducted through the dance, the music swelling as they were fixated into each other’s eyes. God was he handsome. She was such a lucky girl, and surely everyone around them envied them. They were undisputedly the cutest couple in the whole school, and that night was going to be magical and unforgettable. Maybe if things went the right way that would have been the night when she would have finally lost her virginity. Her heart started to beat faster as the thought of making love to that guy made her smile with joy, and she leaned her head on his chest tenderly, only to then raise it to exchange a long and passionate kiss. What a night. What a lovely night.

Shame

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This can’t be real! I must be dreaming! Yeah it is definitely a dream! Now I’m going to pinch my arm and… Ouch!

No. Unfortunately this is not a dream. This is real. I really am a girl now. And not just any girl. I have somehow become Susan Reed, the pupil from my class. But how? How did this happen?

Well I already know the answer, or at least I have only one explanation. After I finally stopped freaking out and calmed down a bit after the initial shock I searched on the internet for some answers, and apparently I’m not alone in this situation.

They have called it the F.O.S.E. Apparently some sort of wave that no one has been able to explain has gone through the country swapping people’s bodies. But the worst part is that apparently it swapped whoever was masturbating in that moment with the person he was thinking about while doing it.

This is impossible! It’s insane! And yet here I am, trapped in the body of one of my students. I have her luscious red hair, and her nose piercing, and her perky tits, and her firm butt. It actually happened. That means that I’m screwed!

Not only am I now stuck as a teenage girl. If I have become Susan that means that she is now stuck in my body. She must have suddenly found herself under the shower with my dick in her hand just as I was reaching climax. She is probably freaking out right now, and who knows what she can do. My wife. My kids. Now everybody will know! They’ll know that I was masturbating while thinking about one of my students. They will know that I’m attracted to her. My life is over! I will lose my job, my wife will leave me, my kids will hate me, I’ll be just a disgusting pervert for everyone!

Why did it have to end up like this? I know that it is wrong, this girl is barely legal and half my age. Plus I’m her professor and this kind of things is enough to end my career forever. But I didn’t do anything wrong! It was just masturbation! I wasn’t hurting anyone! Why do I have to have my life ruined like this?

Why am I even thinking of those things? I’m a teenage girl now! How can I be a teacher anyway if I’m barely an adult? Even my family life is over. I’m now my kids’ age, I can’t be a father for them anymore. Or a husband for my wife.

I have to stay calm. I have to think. Susan’s parents are not home, they know nothing about what happened. Soon Susan or my wife are definitely going to call, or even come here to figure this thing out, but I should still have some time to think of something. Think!

Maybe I can blame Susan for all this. After all who said that this is something that affects only men? Girls masturbate too. I’ll say that this little brat was masturbating while thinking of me and that we ended up swapping bodies because of her. This may work. I’m the adult here, I should be able to convince everyone. My wife will believe me, she would never admit to herself that her husband is a pervert. I’ll get out of this. I will avoid the scandal and then I will just have to wait for things to get back to normal. It must work. I can’t be found out!

Alternate realities: Consequences

As the captain of the football team and one of the most handsome guys in school, Kyle never had any problem with girls. They would basically throw themselves at him, and he of course never let any of them down, giving every one of them her chance. It didn’t take long before he turned into an arrogant womanizer, treating girls as little more than objects to use and then abandon after he would have had sex with them. It was not like there were any consequences for him. His popularity was not hindered in the slightest by his behavior, on the contrary, his pals thought he was a real player, and he could always walk out of a girl’s bedroom with no regrets or emotional burden. Life was great for him. Until that fatal day.

He was in the locker room getting changed for the match, when suddenly the room in front of him seemed to start distorting, and he started to feel dizzy. He leaned on the wall, worried he was about to faint. What was that feeling? He could not allow himself to get sick just before such an important match! Soon that feeling of dizziness ended, and he started to feel better, but was surprised to hear the racket in the locker room turn into a sound of female chatter. As he turned around, he was dumbfounded to see a group of girls nonchalantly getting changed right in front of his eyes, taking off their clothes to put on cheerleaders’ uniforms. Did he accidentally walked into the wrong locker room while he was feeling dizzy? Before he could say or do anything a girl walked towards him. He was afraid she was going to yell at him and chase him away, instead she looked concerned at him and asked <<Is everything all right Kyla?>>. Kyla? He tried to say something, but he fell silent as soon as he heard a high pitched voice come out of his mouth. He looked down at himself and saw that he was dressed in a cheerleader uniform, with the skirt exposing his toned and smooth legs and the top enveloping his torso tight highlighting his frail figure and curves that could only be breasts. He felt a ponytail brush against his neck, and as he turned towards a mirror he saw for the first time his new feminine face, and his new slender and toned body.

He could not even scream in terror before the girls started to head outside of the locker room, basically dragging him with them like a tidal wave, and before he could take in anything of what was happening, he found himself on the side of the football field, in line with all the other girls who soon started to cheer, and chant, and perform. And he was caught in the middle of it all. Confused and overturned he was basically paralyzed at first, and then he started to fidget aimlessly and awkwardly trying to keep up with the other girls. He soon surprised himself somehow knowing what he was supposed to do, and started to perform even some pretty impressive moves almost on autopilot. That confused him even more, but he was at least glad that he was finally able of keeping up with the other cheerleaders. Whatever had happened to him, he had already got enough negative attention on himself, while all he wished in that moment was to be invisible so he could have figured out what had happened. He was so fixated on the strange alien feeling his new female body was sending him, and so absorbed in trying to give an explanation to that situation, that he almost did not realize that the match was already over, and soon he was in the locker room once again, getting changed in other female clothes while his female pals kept talking to him, asking him if anything was wrong, why he was acting so strange that day, and even something about a date with some Michael guy. He was way too overturned to pay attention to any of that, and headed straight to home as soon as he could, glad he at least found it in its place.

After a while he figured out that he had somehow stepped into an alternate dimension where everybody including him was of the opposite gender, and for the following days he tried to act the part of his female self as best as he could while trying to figure out a way to get back to his world, only he soon started to feel ill. At first he blamed the nausea and the headaches to his unease in his new body, but they soon became a constant of his days, and one day one of his new female friends put forward a hypothesis. <<Did you use protection when you were with Michael?>>. Kyle felt his heart sink when he heard those words. He was so busy trying to adapt to his new life at his best that he did not even consider that possibility. But that evening, when he saw the results of the pregnancy test he had bought, the painful reality presented itself to him, and he felt the world crumble over him.

Beside the different gender, Kyla’s life wasn’t all that different from Kyle’s. She was as beautiful as he was handsome, and as the captain of the cheerleader squad she was very popular too. It was no surprise that guys would flock at her, and just like her male counterpart she enjoyed that kind of attention, and did not hesitate to use his suitors however she wanted. Only she was not as lucky as Kyle was to walk out of their rooms without consequences. And the burden she now had to carry was a physical one, as well as an emotional one.