Hi, all main characters in this story are work of fiction and above 18 years old. This story is a slowburn at the beginning but the pacing in terms of sex does pick up at around Chapter 4. Hopefully you guys have as much fun reading this story as I had when writing it.
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Chapter 2: The Body Switch
The week passed uneventfully, and before I knew it, Thursday morning had arrived once again. The strange humanoid and his cryptic words had become a distant memory, dismissed as nothing more than a peculiar dream. Little did I know how mistaken I was.
I settled into my usual routine at work, occupying my corner desk in the quiet, overlooked area of the school district building. The monotonous tasks of spreadsheets, presentations, emails, and meetings filled my days, providing ample opportunity for me to indulge in my favorite pastime: playing Stellaris on my trusty laptop. Unlike other Redditors who indulged in games like WoW or LoL, I opted for offline games to avoid using the district's WiFi and attracting unnecessary attention.
Besides, the cost of a personal hotspot seemed unnecessary when I had a perfectly functional laptop and no desire to splurge on extra internet expenses. I chuckled to myself, realizing how much I sounded like a penny-pinching old soul.
After work, I returned to my small studio apartment, where I enjoyed the luxury of solitude. Tonight, I warmed up a microwave dinner from the frozen food section of the grocery store, content with its convenience. Wrapped in a cozy blanket, I settled on the couch and indulged in some CW shows, eventually drifting off to sleep. Strangely, I felt unusually tired tonight, despite no apparent reason.
In my dreams, I experienced a sensation of floating through space and time, as if my consciousness existed in a state of distortion. It was a completely new experience, akin to zero gravity on a space station. After what felt like an hour of drifting through this ethereal realm, an iPhone alarm abruptly shattered the tranquility. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I found myself confronted with a bewildering scene.
Sunlight streamed into the room, but instead of the customary left side, it illuminated the right side of the bed. As I glanced around, I realized that the room I found myself in was unfamiliar—a stranger's room. Panic coursed through my veins as I struggled to recall how I ended up here or what had transpired.
The spacious room exuded a distinctly teenage vibe, adorned with posters of wrestlers and unfamiliar sports personalities. I never had an interest in sports, so their identities escaped me. The room boasted a master bedroom's luxurious setup, complete with a hardwood floor and a plush white carpet near the bed. A table with a computer stood not far from the bed, adding to the room's youthful ambiance.
A jolt of soreness in my left arm accompanied the overwhelming sensory input. Looking down, I noticed that my arms were no longer scrawny and weak. Instead, they possessed a newfound strength and definition, with bulging biceps and triceps that spoke of power. Curiosity led me to touch my left arm with my right hand, marveling at the sheer muscularity it displayed. Even more surprising was the noticeable bulge in my underwear, a combination of morning wood and the sight of my own muscles that left me feeling strangely aroused.
Unable to resist the urge, I found myself standing in front of a mirror in the restroom. The reflection that stared back at me was that of a completely different person—a muscular, well-built man with chiseled features and a confident smile. Tentatively, I reached out to touch my pecs, half-expecting them to vanish like an illusion. But my hand made contact with the solid, defined muscles adorning my chest.
Panic surged within me as the truth dawned: my consciousness had somehow been transplanted into this unfamiliar body. The words of the enigmatic humanoid from my encounter resurfaced in my mind, echoing with newfound significance. "I know you want to have a hot body desperately so I am going to grant you this wish from now on every Friday, and you can do whatever you please." he had said. Was this his doing? And if so, why? Countless questions swirled in my head, but for now, I had to focus on the immediate task at hand—navigating this new reality.
Taking a deep breath, I attempted to piece together the events leading up to this bewildering body switch. Memories slowly surfaced, like fragments of a shattered mirror, revealing a nightmarish sequence of events. As I struggled to recall, the realization hit me—I had fallen victim to an inexplicable cosmic phenomenon, one that had transposed my consciousness into the body of a complete stranger.
I looked around on the bathroom floor to see that some jeans were just left on the ground. I picked up the one with a belt and put them on. On the left pocket of the jean, I found a Ridge Wallet. I know you're not supposed to look through another person's wallet, but curiosity got the best of me. The wallet has several card in them, ranging from gift cards to credit cards. At the end of the pile were 3 ID cards. 2 driver's licenses and 1 school ID.
The school ID says Xander Matstlov, the school is OakPalm Community College and the first driver's license also says Xander Matstlov, born in 12/27/2004. Huh, 2023-2004=19? I guess the owner of this wallet and this body I currently inhabit is 19 years old? Wait, he's born in December, he's technically 18 years old still if we're talking about months. I hope I did my math right in my head. The other fake ID has Xander's masculine face on it, but it has a false name: Justin Cornwall, I recognized it as a fake ID
